Queen In Play (The Manhattan Tales Book 2) (11 page)

Note to self:  Resistance training starts tomorrow... if my arms aren’t too sore from today.
 

His entire body pressed against mine and his arms wrapped around my torso as he overpowered me, possessed me, drilling into me.  His need for me was desperate and it matched his pace.  There was nothing but the sounds of skin against skin and his animalistic groans. 

Sex with Mason after a two month dry spell was something that words cannot describe.  This goes beyond makeup sex.  We had made an unspoken promise to one another.

His thrusting continuously pressed against my most sensitive nerves as he filled me completely, pulled out, and slammed back in.  I felt the pressure of my impending orgasm build within me as I gasped and moaned his name.  I was struggling to keep myself on my hands and knees under the weight of his solid body.

“Who do you belong to?”  He growled into my ear, as his fucking never let up.

“You, I belong to you… Sir.”  I sucked on my lower lip as he groaned his response and nailed into me even harder.  I was gasping and whimpering at this point.

“Mm. Give it to me now.  Come for me, baby.”

His command undid me and I clenched around his cock as my climax ripped through my body.  My entire body shuddered, and he continued fucking me through my orgasm.  The feeling of him behind me was euphoric.  Several minutes later, I felt him stiffen and groan loudly as he released deep within me.  His fist was in my hair again, pulling roughly, forcing my head back.

I felt his heavy breathing on my back as he came back down from his orgasm.  Slowly, tenderly, he planted soft kisses down my back while he still remained inside me.  He was everything I needed him to be, but deep down, I was still afraid.

I still love him, and I won’t lose him this time. 

8. Mason Woodward

I finally had her where I wanted her.  As I lay beside her in the bed, caressing her hair, I pondered how much she has changed me.  I watched her, half-asleep, with her head on my chest.  My Jilly Bean has brought light back into my life.  I could only endeavor to give her the happiness she deserves. This connection I have with her is deep, profound… and terrifying.

Her dark eyes fluttered open and she moved her head to look up. 

“No more games?”  She asked quietly.  The defiance that was in her eyes earlier in the day was gone now, but I could tell she was still concerned. 
And she has every right to be…

“No more games, my darling.”  I confirmed.  “Unless you’re thinking of something kinky to play at.”  I gave her a dark, wolfish grin and she flushed. 

“You are insatiable,” she laughed lightly.  I gave her a smirk as I brushed some of her wild hair away from her face. 

“It’s your fault.”

“My fault?”  She feigned a scoff.  “You shouldn’t be so damn sexy all the time.  I can’t help that I get wet just from looking at you.”  Her dark eyes sparkled as she bit her lower lip.

I grabbed that lip between my teeth and pulled, and then sucked on it tenderly.  She suddenly pinned me down to the mattress, kissing me deeply.  I felt her thighs straddle my torso as she aggressively took what she wanted.
Fuck. Me.  This is what I love about Jill.

Her appetite for submission and rough sex is as insatiable as mine is for dominance and hard fucking.  Yet, she could still pull out the surprises by getting aggressive on her own.

My hands raked down the skin on her back, leaving red lines as she sucked on my tongue. 
Bloody hell.  She needs to do that to my cock.
  I grabbed her hips and lifted her body up a little ways so I could suck on those round breasts.  They are exquisite, supple and porcelain with pink nipples that fit perfectly between my lips. 

“Oh Mason,” she breathed softly, and I watched her close her eyes as I savored the taste of her skin.  I rolled those pink nipples between my lips, nipping them with my teeth.  Her tits were made for my mouth.  I sucked on the surrounding skin, marking her as mine.  I felt her body writhe from my touch.  I was rock hard and ready to take her again.  We had two months to make up for, after all.

With my hands still gripping those hips, I forced her down on my raging cock.  She cried out and threw her head back from the sudden impact.  Hearing her gasp and whimper drove me fucking insane and I pistoned into her with a force I didn’t even know I had.

“Take it.  Every inch,” I hissed through gritted teeth as I pulled her hips down harshly with every deep thrust I gave her.  I sat up  and held her tightly as our bodies moved together.  I felt her grind against my cock, taking every inch, as I demanded of her.  Her pussy gripped me like a vice and I held her body close to mine as I bounced her on my cock. 

My hand clenched a fist full of her hair and I felt her moan into my mouth just as my mobile vibed in the pocket of my khakis from the bedside floor.

Christ.
 

I knew who was ringing me- the very source of my emotional detachment.  That conversation could wait until I was finished with my little Jillian.  I ignored the incessant vibe and continued with the rhythm we’d found together.  I could feel that she was close and I wasn’t about to deny her this pleasure.  I forced my cock deep into her, fucking her to the hilt, pounding against that sweet spot deep inside her.  Her gasps became more ragged and she grabbed my hair with two fistfuls.

I felt her release around me, but I continued my tempo with my arms wrapped around her body.  Once she’d finished her orgasm, I threw her down on her back.  I held her ankles over my shoulders and took her this way.  I felt every inch of her insides from this angle and enjoyed the view as well.  I watched her clench the sheets fiercely as she screamed my name.

“That’s right, baby.  Tell me who owns you,” I smirked down at her as I continued pounding that sweet little cunt.  I pulled out and let her watch me as I stroked myself, and then marked her stomach and breasts with my juices.

Her eyes flared with surprise, but I could tell she enjoyed it. 
After all, she’s mine.

And I’m hers.

****

As it was growing dark, I offered to take Jillian back to the apartment she shared with Piper. 

“No, I’m not ready to go home.”  She spoke confidently. 

I looked down at my mobile as we sat in the back of my Benz.  “My father rang earlier.  I don’t want you to witness this conversation.”  I gripped the device so tightly, knowing what was in store for the evening.

Jillian caressed my face.  “I can’t be there for you only when times are good, Mason.  You have to let me in, all the way.  Talk to your dad, and I’ll be there to soothe you when it’s over.”

I grinned stiffly.  If I was in a brighter mood, I’d have something filthy to whisper in her ear.  I was pretty certain I knew what this impending conversation was about.  It was in the Financial News section of the paper.  I was in no mood to whisper sweet nothings at the moment.

Jillian helped herself to some wine and a sandwich at the breakfast bar in the kitchen while I retreated to my study and dialed my father.  I poured a large glass of whiskey while I held the phone to my ear and waited.  If he didn’t answer, I’d be perfectly fine with that.  I took a swig from my glass as the the call went to voicemail.  I ended the call.
Too bad, at least I tried.
  It was most likely for the best; I was still furious that he tried to buy out Jillian a few months ago.  I never asked her for the details about how the check got into her hands.  The look on her face when I found the evidence earlier halted any demands I had for her regarding answers.  If my father was here in person, I’d throttle him with my bare hands.  Yes, it would be for the best if we did not speak this evening.

I turned to exit my study and felt the vibe in my hand. 
Damn.

“Dad,” I answered begrudgingly.

“Are you aware that Tanaka and Yoshida are planning to merge with Forrester in Los Angeles?”

“Yes, I received the information yesterday afternoon.”  I took a very deep gulp of my whiskey.  It wasn’t calming my nerves.  My blood was already boiling over and my father hadn’t said more than one sentence.  I wasn’t about to let him know that I was aware of his scheme to buy Jillian out three months ago.

“They decided to drop us and go with Los Angeles.  Los Angeles! I wish Tanaka would just croak and let his son take over.  That boy is malleable. He’d do a better job of managing his father’s company than you do with mine!” 

“Well, if your comment implies that I am
not
malleable, then I’ll take it as a compliment.  Thanks, dad.”  I took another swig from my glass and looked out the window.

“This is all your fucking fault.  You realize that, yes?”  My father’s berating words assaulted my ear.  “You were too busy whoring around New York with that little wench during a critical time in negotiations.”

His voice was growing louder with each syllable he spoke.  I could tell he’d had a few glasses of bourbon or something strong.  It was almost pointless to have this conversation with him.  He’d harass my hotel, office and house line if I hung up on him.  I was desperate to be freed of this titanium chain. 

“... That bitch! I hope she was worth it, you…!”  

I set the mobile on my desk and took a few sips of my whiskey.  I looked out the window and took in the bright lights of the city below.  I could still hear the muffled shouting that came from the other end.  I checked the calendar on my desk and penciled in a reminder to have Elizabeth, my secretary, make reservations with a new restaurant. Jillian would love the place I had in mind for our second date.  The muffled shouting ensued, but a soft knock sounded at the door and caught my attention.

Quietly, I opened the door and saw Jill standing there, wearing nothing but an opened button down. 
My
button-down.  She was swimming in it but she looked so damn sexy.  She beamed and held up two thumbs with a questioning look on her face.  I almost laughed, but I could only press a finger to my lips and pointed to the mobile sitting on my desk.

That’s when she noticed the drunken shouting that flooded through. It was faint and muffled since I’d turned the volume down quite a bit.  A few profanities could be heard as my father went on and on.  Jillian looked up at me, wide-eyed and blinking. 

Then, she pushed the end-call button.  I couldn’t believe she did that. 

“Oops, dropped call.”  She shrugged.  “I’m going to guess he’ll be at it for a while before he realizes.” 

I stared down at her with admiration for her audacity.  She wouldn’t have thought to pull a stunt like this a few months ago.  She picked up the desk phone and punched the button that dialed the front desk in the lobby downstairs.

“Hi, Gus.  This is Jillian...  I’m great!  How are you doing?”  She smiled as she spoke into the phone and looked up at me as she spoke.

“Aw that’s so sweet.  Hey listen, Mr. Woodward is very preoccupied with some projects this evening.  Please hold all calls that are made for him...  No problem.  Thanks!”   She hung up the phone, and then pulled the cable out of the wall. 

She wasn’t fucking around when she said she was tired of games.  I don’t think she understood what kind of man my father was.  Still, I humored her and silenced my mobile before I left it in my study.  She took my hand and led me into the master bathroom.

“We had too good of a day to let him spoil it.”  She said this as she turned on the shower.  Steam wafted from the hot water and fogged up the mirrors.  She attempted to pull my polo over my shoulders but then confessed she’d need a step ladder to pull it off.

I laughed and grabbed her, kissing her.  I cannot remember a time that I’d said two words to my father without fuming, not until this evening.  I made a promise to myself that I’d never let her go.

9.  Jillian Pryor

I sat in the entertainment room as I waited for Mason to be finished with his phone conversation.  I didn’t know who he was on the phone with, but there was a lot of shouting.

“Don’t you fucking screw with me this time.  I want an answer now.  Get their secretary on the phone NOW.” 

I could hear him in his study as he paced back and forth in his study.  We were supposed to meet his cousins and Elyse for dinner and drinks at O’Rourke’s on Madison Avenue.  It is an upscale bar that Piper suggested.  Mason had been going back and forth with someone all afternoon, constantly retreating into his study to shout and give orders.  I don’t understand why he felt the need to go into his study. I could hear him loud and clear from anywhere in the penthouse. 

I had the television playing in the background, trying to watch old episodes of
Friends
.  I couldn’t pay attention and found myself staring down at my emerald T-shirt that hung off one shoulder.  I wore it with dark designer jeans and leather ankle boots.  I played with the white gold bracelet that carried our initials on my wrist. 

“No.  I don’t want anymore bloody excuses.  If you can’t pull through, then you’ll be out on your ass and I’ll get someone who can produce results.  Am I clear? … Good.”

I was beginning to question whether it was a good idea for Mason to grace the public with his presence.  I was already beginning to feel sorry for whoever would wait on our table at O’Rourke’s.  I might have to work extra hard at keeping him in check tonight.  The door to his study suddenly swung open and he emerged like a raging storm.  He raked a hand through his hair, looking disheveled but delicious in jeans and a white T-shirt that probably cost more than my paycheck for the month.

“Are you ready?”  His voice was all business, terse and commanding. He grabbed his keys and wallet off the breakfast bar in the kitchen.

“Whoa, slow down.  You’re not in a conference call right now.”  I had to remind him that we were going out to have
fun
and hopefully
relax
with
friends
.

I walked up to him and slid my hands up his t-shirt.  I loved feeling the heat of his skin on my fingertips.  It calmed him when he got like this, but brought out the beast within.  He looked down at me with fire in his eyes as he grabbed my wrists with two hands.

“Keep that up, and I’ll fuck you good and hard.  Right here.  Now.”  His voice was a growl.

I felt a sudden ache between my thighs, and the lace inside my jeans dampened. 
He promised, though…

I tried to ignore my need for him.  Waiting would be worth it later.  My head rested gently against his chest and I heard the accelerated rhythm of his heart rate.  His chest heaved as he tried to keep himself controlled.  His hands fisted my wildly wavy hair. 

“Behave.”  I whispered, but this only seemed to drive him wild. 

He grabbed my head and kissed my lips, forcing me in place as he ravished my mouth.  He pulled away and whispered huskily.

“You don’t give the orders, my darling.”

“You promised.”

He sucked in a deep breath and exhaled.  “Then let’s go.  The sooner we get this over with, the sooner I’ll have you bound and begging for my cock.”

“Maybe you’ll have me begging to take your cock.”  I whispered, raking my fingers down his shirted torso.  I felt his breath hitch.  It thrilled and aroused me when I taunted him like this.  I knew he enjoyed it, even if he feigned irritation by it. 
Maybe I earned a spanking for that remark.  I hope so.

He gripped the waist of my jeans, pulling me tightly against his jeans.  I knew his cock ached against the restraint of his denim.  Still, I pressed myself into him more firmly than necessary.  The knot in his jaw was so sexy, because it told me how badly he was trying to keep himself in check.

“I dare you to keep that defiance going, Ms. Pryor.”

Our lustful moment was interrupted when my phone chimed from an incoming text message from Piper.  She wanted to know if we were still planning to meet them at O’Rourke’s.

****

When Piper suggested going to an Irish Pub for dinner and drinks, I thought of two things. First, I imagined a dive bar with old, Celtic music playing.  Second, I didn’t understand why people like Jackson and Piper would want to go to a bar like that to eat.  I could see Mason enjoying a place like this with my brother once upon a time, but now, a place like that was beneath his standard of living as well. Still, I wasn’t going to complain.  It was really nice going out with them to places where I didn’t have to wear heels and a clingy dress if I didn’t want to.

O’Rourke’s Ale House was not what I expected it to be.  It was huge, with a large main floor that housed a massive wooden bar.  It seemed to have more beers on tap than I could count and there were large, plasma screens that showed off different sports games, from the UK and America.  On the opposite side of the main entrance was a huge game hall, with darts and pool tables.  The lighting on the main floor gave the ambience of an old rustic bar, while maintaining a very upscale decor and seating.  Surprisingly, the place was not blaring with noise, minus the few drunken outbursts as onlookers watched the games on TV.

We were shown to a booth that was situated in a darker corner, but still gave a good view of the bar and the plasma screens.  Piper was already waiting in the booth, nursing a beer.  She had a soft smile on her lips as she looked between the two of us, but she said nothing.  This was our first outing with others where we would be seen together, minus any sexual tension.  I slid into the booth and Mason sat beside me, wrapping his arm around me. 

“Hey, welcome to O’Rourke’s Ale House, where the fun never ends. I’m Anya and I’ll be your server for the evening.”  A waitress seemingly appeared out of thin air.  She looked bored, like she spent the early evening hours rehearsing that greeting over and over again.   Her chestnut hair was long and had mussed, tousled waves.  Silver bangles and leather braided cuffs lined one arm, nearly up to her elbow. Her lips were full and red, with light freckles sprinkled across her face. She didn’t look like the other waitresses on the floor, even though she wore the uniform black slacks and green polo.

“So, do you guys know what you want?”  She asked.  Her dark green eyes darted between the three of us. 

At that moment, Jax arrived with… Ian.  “Look who’s back from California,” Jax smirked as he slapped Ian on the back.

“I was not aware he was absent.”  Mason’s tone was dry and unimpressed.

“Hey, man.  How’s it going?”  Ian looked at Mason as he plopped down without a care in the world. His long, light brown hair fell into his eyes as a dimple graced his face. I felt Mason stiffen beside me and his arm tightened around me.  He’s never liked Ian and has made it very, visibly clear.

“Something about him isn’t right,” he once said to me.  “Stay away from him when I’m not around.”  Mason thrived on control, but I still trusted his judgement.  I went on one date with Ian and he didn’t seem so bad, but I had to agree that something felt out of place with him.

The waitress cleared her throat as she tucked a tousled strand of chestnut hair behind her ear.  “I’ll give you a minute and come back.”

“Wait.  Get me a Guinness.”  Ian looked up at her with a lazy grin.  He relaxed against the back of the bench and leered over her form, which she ignored, as she jotted down the rest of our drink orders and left the table.

“How was California?”  Piper asked Ian once the waitress left with our orders.

“Sunny and smoggy.”  He gave a grin and blew a strand of hair out of his blue eyes.

“Were you there on business?”  Mason asked with an edge to his tone.  His effort to be nice was a little too forced.

Ian looked at Mason directly.  “I was visiting my mom.”  He kept the ever-present grin on his face as he looked between me and Mason.

“Anybody ever say that you two make a cute couple?” He gestured between us with his pointer finger, then he fixed his gaze on me and winked, and I thought Mason might break his nose.

Jax did his best to distract everyone from the tension radiating off Mason towards Ian.

“Where is your friend?”  Jax asked me.

“She’s not feeling well.  She has a bad head cold,” I answered honestly. 

“Pity,” Jackson responded, and I think he was sincere.

Truthfully, I was still confounded by the scene I saw between him and the waitress in the corridor at his club. It was weird, and I didn’t want Elyse getting mixed up with someone like Jackson, even if I liked him as a person. The waitress returned with our drink orders, and took our food orders.  Dinner was awkward, thanks to Mason’s tension, but the real kicker took place once we’d cleared the check.  It was nearing nine o’clock when breaking news from CNN flashed in red on the bottom screen of one plasma screen adjacent to our booth.

Haruto Tanaka of Tanaka & Yoshida killed in boating accident...

I had never heard of this person or this company, but I heard Mason mutter something under his breath. “Fuck.” 

I turned to look at him and saw the grave storm all over his face.  He pulled out his cell phone, immediately silenced it, and placed it face down on the table.