Chapter Eighteen

Mason

Oddly enough, she wasn’t home and the studio was closed for the night. I assumed in her sad state, Eliza had drug her out for a night on the town. If I knew Missy like I thought I did, she wouldn’t be out too late and would probably end up back at her place alone long before the bars and clubs closed. So, having nothing else to do, I sat down on the stoop and leaned up against the door. I was not going to leave until I had a chance to talk to this girl, and if that meant sitting here on her front steps until she got home, then so be it. Several times people walked by looking at me strangely, but I just ignored them, wanting to be there when she arrived. This girl was so absolutely amazing, and I had put her through hell the last couple of days. The least I could do was sit and wait for her so I could offer a real genuine apology. I didn’t know how she would react or if she would care at all, but I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t stay and see.

Around one in the morning, I looked up to see a cab pulling up in front of me. I watched as Missy stepped out of the car and stood on the corner straightening her dress. She looked absolutely mind-blowing in her tight black spandex dress, strappy heels, and bright red lipstick. Immediately I wanted to press my lips against hers, but I thought maybe talking would be more appropriate to start things off. When her eyes met mine, I could see a mixture of anger and excitement flood her face. I stood up and walked to the bottom step, putting my hands out.

“Missy, I know you’re angry, but please, just hear me out,” I said pleadingly.

“I don’t think there is anything to hear,” she said, opening her purse and pulling out her keys.

“What happened was a huge mistake, and you have it all wrong,” I said.

“Please,” she scoffed. “You do have one thing right—everything was a huge mistake.”

“Don’t say that,” I replied with hurt in my voice. “Listen, all you have to do is hear what I have to say, and then I’ll let you go and you never have to see me again if you don’t want to.”

She looked at me angrily for a moment before dropping her hands to her sides and rolling her eyes. She moved her hands in the motion for me to continue. I took in a deep breath and started to explain.

“Look, I know you talked to Sarah,” I said. “But I wasn’t there. I was on my way to visit my parents in San Diego. She was supposed to come by when I was gone and drop off some of my things. We dated a long time ago. She apparently has an issue and decided to make it sound like she and I were up there together.”

“Are you kidding me? That’s your excuse? You want me to believe you let an ex into your apartment and you weren’t there.” She laughed. “And then that ex turned out to be a crazy bitch? I’m sorry, but that doesn’t seem to be the most probable answer here.”

“Look,” I said, taking my plane ticket stub from inside my jacket pocket and handing it to her. “I was checked into the plane before you even got to the apartment.”

“I don’t know,” she said, looking down at the ticket. “I mean, you could have made that, or it could be from a completely different day.”

“Fine,” I said, taking my phone from my pocket and scrolling to Chris’s texts. “Read these, then.”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed my phone from me, stepping into the light so she could see the messages better. As she read them, I could see her face begin to soften and her shoulders relax a bit. She got to the last message and stared down at the phone for several seconds. I sat down on the top step and waited for her response.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me about Sarah?” She walked over and sat down on the stoop next to me.

“Because it was a fling—a really short one.” I chuckled. “It literally meant nothing to me, and still doesn’t. I just happened to date her instead of my old routine because she was a serious clinger. Why didn’t you tell me about your parents?”

She snapped her head toward me and looked at me with big eyes. I could tell she was shocked that I knew about them. I smiled and reached over taking her hands.

“I’m not upset,” I said softly. “But I wish you had told me about them. It would have made it so much easier for me to be there for you and work through these fears with you. Eliza accidentally told me that first night you drove out of town. I was trying to get you to tell me yourself, but you refused to talk to me.”

“Do you want to come inside? I’ll make us some coffee,” she said, looking down at my hand.

“I would love to,” I replied, standing and helping her up.

We walked into the apartment, and she excused herself so she could change her clothes. I felt relieved that I had at least made it this far, something I didn’t think was possible after the entire Sarah conundrum. I could tell Missy wanted to talk things out, but she was holding back, especially after I brought up her parents. She was having a very difficult time opening up to me. When she came back in, she looked more like the Missy I knew with her spandex pants and T-shirt on.

“My parents,” she said, walking over to the couch with me and sitting down, “both died at the same time. I was a little girl, but not little enough to not understand. They were my best friends growing up, and when they went away I built up a wall. That wall was finally tested when you came into the picture, though I had been letting you chip away at it. When I saw Sarah at the studio kissing you on the cheek, I figured you would leave me just like my parents did. I freaked out. So, trying to get myself under control, I went to visit my grandmother in Ohio. I went on a walk around her farm and thought about everything, realizing that I needed to let it all go and let you into my life. I flew back immediately with the intention of surprising you at the apartment and telling you everything. That’s when Sarah came downstairs.”

“I’m so sorry, Missy,” I said, turning toward her and putting my hands on her face. “I never in a million years want to be the cause of your hurt. What Sarah did was wrong, but if I hadn’t ditched her like I did so many moons ago, she wouldn’t have taken her crazy ass out on me. I have never met anyone like you. I love you so very much, and until now I was afraid to admit that. But I can’t hold it back anymore. I love you and you are the first woman I have ever said that to.”

“I love you too,” she whispered, leaning forward and kissing my lips.

Butterflies flew through my stomach, and I wrapped my arms around Missy, pulling her in closer as our lips pressed hard against each other. She was absolutely breathtaking, and there was nothing better than the feeling of having her back in my arms. Things had worked out even better than I had hoped for, and our kissing began to get more heated by the second. My hand slipped down her face and neck and fell onto her heaving breasts. She whimpered into my lips as I began to massage her tits with one hand and run my fingers down her back with my other. As our lips parted, she smiled, realizing the magnitude of the words we just shared with one another.

She stood up and reached her hand down to me. I took it and followed her back to her room. She closed the door and turned toward me, fire in her eyes. She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me deeply. I missed everything about her from the way she talked to the way she tasted. I pulled her body close to mine and parted her lips with my tongue, exploring her mouth passionately.

She reached up and began unbuttoning my shirt, reaching the top and pulling it over my shoulders. She ran her warm soft hands over my chest as I reached over and pulled her shirt over her head. I kissed her neck softly as I unclasped her bra, allowing her breasts to spill out into my hands. I moved my fingers down to the waist of her pants and gently tugged, pulling them down to the floor and holding her steady while she stepped out of them. My cock was already throbbing inside of my pants as she unbuttoned them and yanked them down. She slid her hand down my stomach and into my boxer briefs, grabbing my cock and holding it tightly. I groaned and closed my eyes as she moved her hand up and down the shaft.

I stepped forward and pushed her down onto the bed, pulled her panties down over her knees, and tossed them on the floor. I pushed her legs apart and crawled up onto the bed, pushing my face down into her wet mound. My tongue slipped into her folds and took in her juices as she squirmed beneath me. I could hear her moans of need as I flicked my tongue across her clit and massaged her pussy with my mouth. Her hand slipped down into my hair, and she grasped firmly as her hips began to move to the rhythm of my mouth. She tasted absolutely amazing, and I knew I needed to make her come before even coming close to fucking her.

I reached two fingers up and slowly slid them deep inside of her, letting her juices pave the way. She moaned loudly, arching her back, as I licked hard against her wetness. Her hips began to move faster as I pushed my fingers deep inside of her. I could feel my dick pulsing in my boxers as I felt her getting closer and closer to orgasm. She lifted her hips up off the bed and began to grind harder, her need filtering through her grasp on my head.

Missy let go of my hair and reached up, grabbing the headboard above her head as I fingered her closer and closer to ecstasy. She whipped her body around in front of me, letting me know just where she wanted my tongue to go. I pulled my fingers in and out of her at a rapid pace, breathing heavily as I felt her body begin to tense. Her clit was hard, and her muscles were clenched for a moment before I could feel her release. She arched high in the air, throwing her head back and screaming as she ground her hips wildly against my mouth. I pushed deep and hard, feeling the juices exploding over my hand. I moved my tongue down and up her pussy, tasting her juices and driving her absolutely wild. There was nothing more arousing than watching and tasting Missy orgasm, and at that moment I knew what I needed to do.

Luckily, what needed to be done and what I wanted to be done were the exact same thing. I needed to give her my cock and create more pleasure inside of her than she had ever felt in her life.