Learning to Heal (20 page)

Then I get to work, sucking and licking every crevice while watching her body jump and hearing her breathy moans. Before I know it she’s gripping my hair and grinding her hips against my mouth faster and faster. Then she hollers my name and I taste the best fucking thing in my life.

Holy hell! Fuck a duck and shit on a goldfish cracker! My fingers grip the blanket beside my naked body as Mason and his gloriously talented tongue continues to attack my wet pussy. Yes! I just said the word I hate, but right now at this very moment that is what it is. A pussy! Even though I had one orgasm already, he is working on number two. Thank you men everywhere who love to do this for a woman. What have I been missing? Why didn’t I ever let myself do this before with Ollie? Oh fuck him. He has nothing on this sexy guy between my thighs.

I feel the same tension in my body that I did a few moments ago start to build. The lapping of his tongue as he tells me how beautiful and sexy I am is addicting. If death is going to knock on my door, then please let me die after this next orgasm. Biting my lip, my hips thrust up on their own because I have lost all control of my body tonight. My moans even sound sexy to me, like I’m made to do this in life. Maybe I can be a voice over in a porno one day.

“Ahhh!” His finger slowly enters me as he sucks my clit and I lose my shit. My body thrashes against his mouth and I might have possibly ripped some of his hair out. But I can’t care at the moment because I’m once again in sex Heaven as I yell his name until I feel relaxed and like a marshmallow.

“Say it again.” His voice is close and the shift of the mattress causes me to open my eyes.

“Say what?” He’s above me again and the feel of his bare chest against my sweat covered one is glorious. Returning his smile, I run my finger over his full lips and watch as he sucks it into his mouth.

“My name. Say my name again.”

He’s so easy to please. “Mason,” I whisper. “Mason. Please make love to me.”

I feel his shiver or maybe it’s mine. I meant to say fuck me, but I realize that Mason is better than just a fuck. He’s a guy who will devote his whole heart into anything he does and sex is one of them. He’s very thorough and ready to conquer whatever quest he’s on.  

Before I know it he’s nestled between my thighs and I feel his mouth on my neck and the head of his dick against my opening. Instead of just diving in, he kisses his way down to my breast before returning to my mouth. Squirming under his weight, I wrap my legs around him, desperate for him to enter me. Torture is the only term I can come up with. He just continues to assault my mouth and breasts affectionately.

“Damn it, Mason. You’re killing me.” My words come out in quick pants because the feel of his teeth scraping across my sensitive nipple is achingly wonderful.

He comes up and smiles again before he kisses me heatedly, doing all the things he just performed between my thighs to my mouth. Then he plunges into me and I moan from the feel of him. Oh wow! I’m so sensitive and I don’t know why. But I like it. A lot. Maybe it’s from the pregnancy or his earlier ministrations, but damn I could definitely do this all day.

“Damn it, Jazz. You’re tight.”

He thrusts deep and I feel his balls slap my ass. Soon our bodies make music as they slap and slide against one another. Our moans and grunts sing a song that matches it perfectly. Too soon the heat and tightening is back and I feel the euphoria building.

“I’m going to come.” And I do. My hips move against him and grind as I ride out my orgasm.

He becomes a beast then by lifting himself on his knees while holding my legs around him and fucking me hard. It hurts so damn good and keeps my orgasm going and going. Soon he lets himself go and follows me over the edge. His strangled cry probably wakes my neighbors, but they can go to Hell. I always hear the two of them going at it.

Sweat dripping skin, heaving chests, and our warm bodies lie there for minutes with no words. They’re not needed. I know without a doubt that everything between us is different now. Everything has changed since last night. I knew it as I got dressed for the evening;  I just didn’t think the change would make me this happy.

Holding hands as we sit and wait to be called back to the exam room, I can’t help the smile that has remained on my face since New Year’s night. Mason and I have been spending every moment possible together. And I guess you could call us a couple and not just FWBs. I mean we haven’t actually been out on a date or anything because he always has Grace, but he’s usually at my house if I’m not at his. I even went to see him skateboard with Ryan yesterday. I’ll just say that the ride home was almost as hot as watching him ride his board. Who knew skateboarding was so sexy? Even when we’re apart during classes, I find myself watching the clock until I can see him again. Weird I know, but totally true.

New Year’s morning I woke up to French toast and a pink wrapped gift on my night stand. It turned out to be a gorgeous silver charm bracelet with three beautiful charms already attached: a pink heart, the letter J, and one that says “Best Mommy.” I haven’t taken it off since Mason put it on me and don’t plan to either. After being fed a yummy breakfast, we picked up Grace and headed to my family party at the beach. Mom and Dad were so happy that Mason and I are actually a couple that they just talked and talked about future events that we could go to together. Jaxon and Trudy even seemed in good spirits, but ever since Christmas Tru has done more smiling. And that makes me happy. We are actually planning a girls’ spa day soon, and Cory, Trudy, and I are going to get our hair done then have a much needed slumber party. No penises allowed, and that makes me sad now that I have Mason’s.

Glancing in his direction I watch him as he reads an article. He’s is so cute reading through the parenting articles I could stare all day. Wrinkles form in between his eyes as he reads with so much concentration, and when his face pales while his eyes widen unexpectedly I burst out laughing. When I take the magazine out his hand, I look over the page that caused him to almost faint and see a woman nursing her baby on a nipple cream ad. I have to admit I get a little pale myself thinking about it, however I won’t admit it. To be so sensitive about breasts you’d never believe that he loves to motorboat me any chance he gets. I guess today he’s bashful Mason and last night he was lustful Mason. My man and his dual personalities. Got to love it.

“Jasmine Coleman.”

When my name’s called I am jumping up and forgetting my purse because I’m eager to find out the sex, but luckily Mason grabs it and follows me. After the normal exam of temperature, blood pressure, and peeing in a cup, I’m lying on the exam table with him holding my hand, standing beside me. Our eyes are glued to the sonogram machine that Doctor Parnell is turning on.

“Alright, Jasmine. Do we want to find out if we have indoor or outdoor plumbing? Or will it be a surprise in a few months?”

“Are you crazy? I need to start planning names and nursery themes. So of course I need to know.”

She nods her head and starts to probe my belly. She takes several measurements and pictures before she finally moves on to the main event. The waiting is killing me, but seeing my baby on that screen makes it all worth it. The sickness and nausea as well as the emotional roller coaster ride I’ve been on for the past several months seems like it never happened while I watch that screen.

“Well today is a good day. It seems your little girl is quite the model. She’s showing off.”

It takes me a few seconds to understand what she just said, but when it registers I squeal with exhilaration. I’m having a girl. I watch my little girl on the screen sucking her thumb and I fall in love all over again. My eyes are watering from happiness and I feel Mason kiss my cheek. I look his way and see a handsome smile. “It’s a girl.”

“I know. She’s going to be just as beautiful as her momma too.”

Reaching up, I run my free hand through his brown shaggy hair before I pull him down to touch his lips with mine. It’s gentle and soft but still full of emotions.

“Thank you,” I whisper against his lips.

“No. Thank you.”

After wiping the lubricant off my middle, we check out and make our way to my car. “I’m starving. Want to go get some lunch?”

“Sure. What are you in the mood for?” He opens my door and I get in while deciding what sounds the most appealing. But even though I’m hungry I am not sure I can eat with the news we just learned. I’m having a girl.

“Why don’t we get your mom and Grace to meet us somewhere? And maybe Tru and Jax. Then we can tell them all the news. And how we’re having a little girl.”

He stops the car and puts it in park again before we can even pull out of the parking lot. I look in his direction and see him looking at me in a strange way, like he can’t figure me out. My heart rate picks up in fear of my happiness coming to an end.

“Mason? What’s wrong?” I ask cautiously.

“We’re. You said
we’re
having a little girl.” He smiles and grabs my face before he kisses me. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that. To accept me as a part of you two.” Kiss. “Thank you for this.” He kisses me again and moves one hand to my stomach. I’m speechless and so happy. All I can do is kiss him in return and hope I’m not rushing this.

After making arrangements to meet everyone to eat, we head over to the restaurant and see Trudy holding hands with my brother. They look so good together. Thoughts of them giving my little girl a cousin invade my brain. That would be so awesome, but I know Jax really wants to get through med school first before he has babies, or at least that was the plan before Tru walked into his life.

Mason comes around and opens my door. After helping me out, he kisses my cheek. “I love you.”

Hearing those words seem to cast a spell on my body. One that causes me to become speechless and warm. I can’t say it back because … because … hell, I’m scared. I care for him so much, but I’m just now discovering my feelings. Jumping into love again even though it feels that way ... No way Jose! So I smile and kiss his sweet lips as response before wrapping my grey shimmery scarf tightly around my neck. It’s January and the wind is killer here in Mobile.

We meet Tru and Jax outside the restaurant. It’s a nice local deli with some amazing soups. I can’t wait to feel my toes again. Even in my cowgirl boots with warm socks my tootsies are cold. After we sit by the window I start to worry about Mason’s mom Debra. She should be here by now. “Where’s your mom?”