One Crazy Night

(Violet)

Mason put the black towel around my body and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me tight to his nude, wet form and held me for a few seconds. I put my head back against his steel-like chest and let out a sigh. I finally felt whole again. I felt real. I felt like I could be myself and not worry.

Yet my heart was torn.

I was back in the flames again with Mason. And while it felt good to be warm by the fire, I knew standing there too long increased the risk of getting burned.

“I caught Davis in bed with a woman,” I said.

“What?”

“Yeah. Everything exploded from there.”

“So he was cheating on you…”

“The entire time,” I said. “He used that hotel and bar as his spot. He had the doorman all paid off and stuff. He had a system worked out.”

“And women fell for it, huh?”

“I suppose they did.”

“And people think I’m an asshole,” Mason said. “At least I’m honest. I’ll fuck you and throw you out.”

I looked back at him. “Are you going to throw me out?”

“The only place I’m throwing you is into my fucking bed, babe. I plan on going at you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days.”

My body began to melt.

It had been well over six months since I had Mason really touch me. That was a long time for a woman to wait for the right kind of pleasure. I spent too many nights forcing myself to tap the edge of orgasm with Davis. And if I tried on my own, it was only okay. Mason had ruined me from day one. And I needed him for the rest of my days. No matter what.

“I thought you were going to talk to me,” I teased.

“Get dressed, Violet.”

He kissed the top of my head and walked away. I admired that wicked hot body of his until he disappeared out of sight.

I got dressed and met Mason back in the living room. He had a pair of all-black pajama bottoms on and a white t-shirt that made everything inside me turn to mush. No man should ever be as hot as Mason. It was almost impossible to think. To function. All I wanted to do was rip my clothes off and have him again.

But I needed to control myself. shove away the sexiness that poured off of him. He was a married man. I was sleeping with a married man. And that was after letting him make me orgasm while I had a boyfriend. And then finding my boyfriend in bed with another woman and finding out he had been cheating since we got back together. Talk about a cycle of fucked-up messes.

Mason stood at the window in the living room. He pointed to the floor. “This is where I sit and write to you and Kate. For the record. Sit here, write, and then burn that shit into ash.”

“I don’t get…”

“It doesn’t matter,” Mason said. He turned and faced me as I sat on the couch. “You want to know about Stacey.”

“Stacey?”

“My wife,” he said. He walked to the couch and sat down. He took a few deep swigs of beer and shook his head. “It was a crazy fucking night, Violet.”

“Oh?”

“Vegas,” he whispered.

“Oh,” I said. The story made a little more sense instantly. “Wow.”

“I had no interest in being there. Got sucked into it. Doesn’t make anything I did right.” Mason looked at me. “See, the problem here is that I don’t make excuses, Violet. I always own my shit. No matter what. But when I’m with you, I want to make excuses. I want to say whatever it takes to make you happy and keep you here. That’s not my style. Because losing you…”

I leaned forward and touched the sexy scruff on his face. “I just want to know the truth, Mason.”

He nodded. “The truth is that you cut me down. In a fucked-up way. And the truth is that I went to Vegas one night and got myself married. Okay? I was there with some friends and shit got out of hand. They were there for the ultimate experience and for me it was all boring. What they wanted in one night was what I did every night. So Stacey caught my eye. She was fast, fun, bold, and without an ounce of fear. She could match me shot for shot. She could match me crude comment for crude comment. She was perfect at what she did… which was hustle. She’s a fucking leech, Violet. She grabs onto something and doesn’t let go until it’s dead or dry. I was dumb enough to let my guard down for a split second and I married her. I was fucking hammered when it happened and I was in a state of mind where I was really pissed off.”

Mason took another drink and smacked his lips together.

He shook his head.

“What is it?” I whispered. “Mason…”

“I was thinking about her,” Mason said. “Kate. When I was out there. I remember seeing this couple. They were just walking down the strip, hand-in-hand, she was holding his hand with her left hand and gripping his arm with her right hand. And she was walking with her head against his arm. They walked like nothing in the world mattered but their love. I mean, fuck, just imagine that, right? All the lights, sounds, wildness around them, and they were just walking along like they were in some park in some little fucking town. And it just flipped the switch.”

“Because that’s what you did with Kate?” I asked.

Mason glanced at me. I could see the hurt and the anger swelling across his gaze.

“No,” he said. “What I wanted.”

Shit.

Mason looked down. He sucked in a breath and stood up. “It doesn’t matter now. What happened is what happened. We ended up getting married. And legit married. I woke up the next day and knew it was a fucking joke. A fucking mistake at that. But she knew what she had done. I woke up to breakfast in bed. A hotel room. That I was paying for. She emptied my pockets of cash, too. And that’s the grace of Stacey.”

“Money,” I said.

“Yeah. Not love, babe. Nothing even close to love. I promise you that. It’s money. All about money. She usually stays away. Every now and again she’ll call up and ask for some cash. So, I send her some and she goes away again. I never thought she would show up here. Ever. But she did. And she picked the worst time to show up.”

I sank back to the couch and let the story settle. I started to feel a little shitty but fought it off. It was Mason’s job to tell me he was married and tell me the truth. I shouldn’t have found out by opening the door to his apartment and seeing a woman standing there.

“Violet…”

“When was the last time she was here?”

“Not that long ago. Money, of course. I sent her away, though.”

“Of course. I don’t know what to say. I mean, part of me wants to scream at you, Mason. I want to slap you.”

“You should,” he said. “Slap me. I fucked you over.”

“I mean… I want to tell you to divorce her. But I’m sure it’s not easy.”

“I’m sure it’s not. I never gave a shit about it until you came along, Violet. I hope you know that. You know, I had the shop, right? I didn’t want that to get compromised in anything. People depended on me. But I gave that up to Hunter. I’m still doing okay, though. Now I guess I got drunk and gave Hunter a shit-ton of cash and he bought some land next to the shop to build another one. So I’m back in the business.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” Mason said. “I guess I missed my window to get Stacey out of my life, but I was lost then. I was in the chair getting inked up.”

“The ink…”

“Started out as pain,” Mason said. He looked at his arm. “It was good to feel pain. To just be lost. To find something to do with my time. Then I just wanted to be everything different. I let Kate down. I let you down.”

Mason walked away.

He grabbed a fresh beer out of the fridge and walked to a drawer. He opened it and took something out. Then…

He left the apartment.

* * *

It took me a few seconds to realize what he’d just done.

I jumped up and took off after him. I tore open the door and darted into the hallway. I put on the brakes when I realized Mason was in the hall, standing at my old apartment door. He had his beer bottle on the floor. He glanced at me and then back to the door. He jammed something into the lock and twisted, jerked, grunted, and threw his shoulder into the door.

The door opened and Mason grabbed for his beer bottle.

“Mason,” I said. “What are you…”

I hurried to the open door and looked into the apartment.

It was untouched. Just the way it was when I left the apartment.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Mason stood in the middle of the floor. He took a cellphone out of his pocket. “Ready for something wild?”

“Um…”

“We just broke into an apartment,” he said. “That’s a no-no, Violet. You could go to jail for that.”

“You seem to be a pro at breaking into this apartment,” I said.

“And calling the police.”

Before I could say a word, Mason pressed a few buttons and hit the speaker button on the phone.

I stood in shock as he waited for an operator and then reported a break-in at the apartment. He called the police on himself! Worse yet, he had me dragged into the middle of it.

“What are you doing,” I growled when he ended the call.

Mason put his phone into his pocket and then charged at me. He scooped me up and turned, taking me to the kitchen counter.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered. “And you’re going to come all over me. Then we’re going to get out of here before the police show up.”

“Mason…”

He kissed me. Hard. Fast.

His hands lifted my shirt up and grabbed the top of my pajamas. He shoved them down, panties, too. I raced to kick everything off so I could open my legs for him. Everything to do with Mason was fucking crazy. Ten minutes ago he was opening his heart to me about personal stuff and now he was ready to fuck me in an apartment he broke into.

My heart raced so fucking fast.

I clutched to his white t-shirt as he pushed his pajama bottoms down, letting his beautiful, thick cock stand tall and free.

He was between my legs.

I felt the pressure of the head of his cock touch me and I gasped.

“Fuck, Mason,” I groaned.

“You better fucking hurry,” he said. “I won’t stop until you come. You don’t want to end up in jail, do you?”

“Mason…”

He thrust forward, entering me and stealing my breath.

I put my head back and cried out.

It felt so good.

So fucking good.

He sank deeply into me and held there. His hand slid around to my lower back and he pulled, making sure he was as deep as the angle would allow.

Trust me, he was deep enough.

My heart and body raced. My ears were tingling, listening for the sound of sirens. Or maybe the police would show up without sirens. Try to catch the criminals in the act.

How much trouble could we really get into, though?

Mason pulled back and thrusted forward with the force of a jackhammer. And he didn’t just do it once. He started to have me. I put my leg around him and leaned back a little on the counter. I thrust my hips at him, feeling everything he had to offer.

The apartment is empty… so it’s not like we were stealing…

“Oh, fuck,” I cried out.

Mason kissed my neck and then nibbled up to my ear. “Hurry, babe. I want fill you with my cum before we go to jail.”

“Shit,” I groaned.

Mason thrust harder into me, letting out a laugh. I looked at him and saw the smile on his face. He was fucking beautiful. And he was fucking crazy.

I grabbed for his shoulders and held tight.

He kept fucking me, grinning as he did so, grunting, breathing heavily on me, bringing back the memory of when he made me come with just his breath against my skin.

I had no concept of time with his cock sliding in and out of me, but I knew time was working against us.

If a cop finds us fucking on a counter… I’ll have to explain this to everyone…

“Mason,” I said.

“I’m not stopping until you come, babe,” he growled.

“Fuck. Mason… I hear something.”

“Hurry. Go.”

He slammed forward and kissed at my neck. The flicker of his tongue and the pulse of his cock as deep as he could go did the trick for me. My hips bucked forward and I clawed at his neck, scratching at him as I started to come.

I let out a hopeless cry from deep in my throat.

Mason quickly put his mouth to mine and kissed me as I came. He pulled back and thrust forward with one last hard movement and he started to come. The first shot of his release made me jump again. He kept pounding into me, grunting with each throb of his beautiful dick.

My ass slid against the counter, my legs slamming off the sides.

I gasped into his mouth, desperate to breathe.

As fast as it began, he was just as fast getting me out of there. He jumped back and pulled up his pants. Then he took my hand and got me off the counter.

I tried to grab for my clothes and he said, “No time!”

He took my pants and panties and we bolted the hell out of my apartment, shutting the door behind us.

We rushed into his place and I clutched my chest, unsure of what had me feeling wilder - the rush of the sex or the rush of the crime.

“Fuck,” I said.

Mason grinned and threw my pants and panties to the floor. He came at me, kissing me, holding my face as he did so.

It wasn’t a regular kiss, either.

It was a deep kiss. A slow kiss. The kind that…

I heard noises outside the door in the hallway. I broke the kiss and looked at the door.

“Mason,” I whispered.

“I got this,” he said, and winked.

He took off his shirt. He threw it to the floor.

“Ready?” he asked, eyes wide.

“For what?”

Mason took my hand and opened the apartment door.

My heart leapt into my throat.

There were two officers standing in the hallway.

“Excuse me,” Mason said.

One of the officers looked right at us. Eyed us up and down. I knew I had to have had guilt written all over my face.

“Did you call this in?” the officer asked.

“I did, officer,” Mason said. “Heard someone scratching at the door or something. I was in bed with my girl here, and we heard noises. Right, babe?”

Mason looked at me.

I nodded. “Yeah. Noises. I heard noises.”

“I swore the place was empty,” Mason said.

“It is,” the officer said. “Someone looking for a cheap steal or maybe a place to crash.”

The two officers started to talk to each other.

Mason looked down at me. He squeezed my hand tight. Then he winked.

It was yet another crazy fucking night with him…and it was only about to get crazier.

Mason leaned down and kissed my cheek.

He whispered, “I love you.”