Ambrosia

Fifteen minutes later, she was snugly pressed against my back, arms locked around my waist, and we were heading south on the interstate. We ended up down in Galveston, where we had lunch overlooking the water and walking around the shops at The Strand. I couldn’t stop looking at her or touching her; it was as if I needed to fill up on her to get me through until the next time I saw her.



At sunset, we got back on the bike and headed back towards the city. I wasn’t ready to return to the apartment. I didn’t want to go to sleep. I didn’t want to wake up the next day. I just wasn’t ready to leave her quite yet. Unfortunately, what I wanted and was ready for, and what was happening in reality just didn’t match up in this fucked up situation.



I thought of the perfect place to take her as we rode back, the place my grandfather used to take me and Marcus when we would stay over at their house. I remembered the back roads well even though I hadn’t driven them in years. We pulled up to the dead end road and I killed the engine. Neither of us moved off the bike. I reveled in the feel of her tight little body still clinging to mine.



“Where are we?” she whispered nervously.



“You’ll see,” I responded. “Give it just a minute.”



On cue, I spotted the lights headed in our direction. “Look,” I instructed her, pointing at the lights off in the distance. “Do you see them?” I felt her nod her head against my back as she peaked over my shoulder to spot them.



“Actually, here, you sit in front of me so that you can see better,” I said as I climbed off to allow her to scoot up. I took my spot behind her and looped my arms around her waist. I kissed the top of her head and inhaled her sweet scent. Her eyes were locked on the lights, wondering what was going to happen, but I felt her pressing her body against mine trying to snuggle up. I groaned aloud when she wiggled her ass against my growing cock, and she giggled. The little vixen knew exactly what she was doing.



We continued to track the lights in the sky as they grew closer. As the plane made it’s final descent for landing, I squeezed my arms around her tightly and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I love you, Scarlett. Nothing will ever change that.”



CHAPTER ELEVEN



UNWANTED



#Beautiful ~ Mariah Carey & Miguel



Daylight ~ Maroon 5



SCARLETT



I was so glad that Mason had forced me to leave the apartment and spend the day out with him. We were both miserable, looking at the clock as we counted our last hours together. The fresh air, delicious food, and mindless wandering were a great distraction from the impending separation, and it wasn’t until I was snuggled up against him that night watching the planes take off and land did the reality of him leaving the next day hit me.



Sitting parked on the motorcycle, emotions raced through me ~ fear, sadness, anger, love… I was an internal wreck. I needed him to hold me and tell me he loved me, to tell me everything was going to be okay. I wondered if I should’ve just walked away the moment I found out he was moving; if I shouldn’t have allowed myself to become any more attached to him than I had already become. I shook my head slightly, forcing myself to block out the doubts and uncertainties I had about a long distance relationship working.



Mason tightened his arms around my waist just as a landing plane approached us, so low it looked like it was going to land directly on top of us, and I felt a surge of desire shoot through me. I needed him immediately, needed him to claim me, to show me he wanted me as his. I leaned my head back on his chest and wiggled my ass against his crotch.



Chuckling, he dropped his head to my neck and brought his mouth just centimeters from my ear. “What do you think you are doing, Angel?”



Shivers ran down my spine all the way to my dampening core. Pressing against him again, I closed my eyes and moaned ever-so-lightly. “I need you now.”



“Aw fuck,” he grumbled. “You’re gonna kill me. You know that?” He dipped his head back to my neck, but this time he bit the skin where my neck and shoulder meet. Instinctively, I clenched my legs together and arched my back, allowing lust to take control.



I knew that Mason felt the same overwhelming need to be inside of me because after gently kissing the sensitive area he had bitten, he wasted no time in yanking my t-shirt over my head. His hands quickly found my breasts, and he began teasing my nipples rubbing his thumbs back and forth until they pebbled and stuck out the top of my white lace bra. Reaching behind me, my hand found the button on his jeans and I hastily unfastened it. I slipped my hand inside his boxers so that I could feel his skin against mine, and I wrapped my fingers around his growing erection.



With my head still resting back against his shoulder, I turned my face slightly to take in his facial features for what felt like was the last time. Our eyes were locked on one another and it was if we were trying to say everything we so desperately wanted to, but were afraid to.



“Now,” I whispered, and that was all the asking I needed to do.



Mason’s hands traveled south down my body as he sucked, licked, bit, and kissed all over my neck and shoulders. His hands reached my thighs and he hiked up my loose cotton skirt until it was around my waist.



“Do exactly what I tell you, understand Angel?” he asked kissing the side of my forehead. Still unable to form a coherent response, I simply nodded again.



“Lean forward and put your hands on the handlebars,” he instructed. Doing as I was told, he reached down to my ass and grabbed my matching white thong, ripping it straight off my body. Holy. Fuck.



I heard him unzip his jeans, tear open a foil packet, and then felt him readjust his weight on the bike. I was still leaning forward, grasping the bars for dear life, as I anxiously anticipated the feel of Mason buried inside me. I should’ve been appalled at myself ~ half-naked on a motorcycle out in the open about to have sex where anyone could drive up and see at any time, but in that moment all of the reasons why I shouldn’t be doing any or all of those things, made the situation that much sexier.



I was dripping wet before his hand ever touched me, and when his fingers met my slick heat, I just about came apart right then.



“Fuck,” he grunted. “You like being a naughty girl don’t you?”



“Mmm hmm… for you Mase… anything,” were the only words I managed to form in between my muffled whimpers as he spread my juices all around my aching clit and swollen lips.



He grabbed my hip bones with both hands and tilted my pelvis to where I was practically lying flat on my stomach. Moments later I felt the tip of his cock nudging against my throbbing sex. Expecting him to gradually work his way inside of me, I screamed when he plunged deep inside of me with his first thrust. Still holding my hips, he slowly pulled out about halfway before slamming inside me again. Lost in the sheer ecstasy of it all, I threw my head back and yelled, “Oh my God!”



Bringing one hand up to the nape of my neck, he gathered my hair and wrapped it around his palm. He tugged gently on it at first causing my head to jerk back a bit, and I sucked my bottom lip in between my teeth to keep from shouting again. Sensing how much I enjoyed him being rough with me, he continued to thrust in and out of me while pulling my long locks and squeezing my hip. Consumed in the passion and euphoria, neither of us said another word, our panting and sensual moans were the only audible sounds until we both reached our breaking point.



I attempted to stay quiet as my orgasm took over my trembling body, but it was impossible. “Mason, oh please, yeessss!” I cried out at the same time as I felt his body tense up and shake as he emptied himself into me.



Neither of us moved for several minutes as we allowed our heartbeats to return to a normal pace and we caught our breath. I tried to wrap my head around what had just happened. One minute we were watching planes and the next minute I was sprawled out on a motorcycle being taken from behind. The sex was so raw and hedonistic that I felt like I had been on a date with Deuce, my favorite motorcycle club book bad boy, himself. Snickering to myself at the thought, I closed my eyes and waited for him to move. He finally released his grip and slowly eased out, collapsing on top of me.



“Lets go home and get some rest, Angel. I love you,” he said as he kissed my cheek and sat up.



After we reorganized ourselves and our clothes, we headed back to the apartment for the dreaded last night before he left. We showered together, neither of us wanting to be apart from the other, even for a few minutes. We spent the rest of the night holding one another, our limbs intertwined, making sweet love, but when the sun shone through the curtains in the early morning hours, a sick feeling settled in my stomach and I was scared again of being left alone.



MASON



Cruz showed up at ten o’clock on the dot the following morning. Of all fucking times that he decided to be on time, this was the one instance I wanted him to be late. Scarlett and I were both exhausted from lack of sleep, but I didn’t want to waste any time with her. I could sleep in Austin whenever I wanted. We had eaten breakfast in silence; I had just thought the day before was tough ~ it was nothing compared to the day of the actual move. We packed my bags into Cruz’s car and he took off towards our new home, leaving me to say goodbye to my angel.



Standing face to face in the living room, I had no idea that leaving her would be so hard. Seeing her sad brown eyes stare into mine only added to the pain I already felt. I kept reminding myself that I would be back in just a week to visit, and then once I figured out what was happening with Jobu’s Rum, I would ask her to move in with me there. I hoped I didn’t go fucking insane until then.



Not wanting to prolong the inescapable, I pulled her snugly against my chest, wrapping my arms tightly around her petite frame. I knew she was trying to be strong for both herself and for me, which was just another reason I loved her so fucking much.



“I will call you when I get there. I will be back next Sunday for a couple of nights, okay?” I tried reassuring her. “We will Skype every day and you can text me anytime, for anything.”



“Okay,” she murmured into my chest.



I pulled back from her a bit so that I could look at her beautiful face one last time before leaving. I cupped my hands around her jawline and brushed my thumb over her lips. Leaning down, I gently placed a kiss on her full lips.



“Goodbye Angel, I love you.”



“I love you too, Mase.”



And with those final words, I traipsed down the stairs and onto my bike and drove away from my reason to live. Life was really fucking cruel sometimes.



CHAPTER TWELVE



FALLING APART



I Miss You ~ Incubus



One Way or Another ~ Kate Voegele



Some Nights ~ Fun



You’re the One ~ Tyrone Wells



SCARLETT



Knowing that I would need a distraction the day Mason left, I made plans with Mina to have lunch and go shopping with her for her honeymoon wardrobe. I didn’t want to wallow around the apartment alone and watching Mina shop was always an entertaining adventure.



As soon as I could no longer see him driving off down the road, I went back inside and jumped in the shower. It was when the stinging hot water hit my face that I finally allowed myself to cry. And did I ever. I stood there for at least ten minutes and just let it all out ~ my tears flowed at an equivalent rate as the overhead spray and my sobs echoed loudly in the walls of the shower. Eventually, my body relaxed, my breathing returned to normal, and I was able to soap up and get out. I threw on some jeans and a pink t-shirt, slid my feet in my flip flops and went to the living room to wait for her.