Mikala's Passion (Pulse Series Book 2) (47 page)

After dinner and toasts and the first dance, Mason took Mikala by the hand and led her away to the pool where they could share a little private time. Mason removed his shoes and socks and rolled up his pant legs. Her helped Mikala out of her shoes then rolled her hold up stockings down and tucked them into his pocket with a cheeky grin.

They sat on the pools edge with their feet dangling in the cool water and their hands clasped together in silence for the longest time. The music was playing in the distance as they enjoyed time to themselves.

“Well Mrs. Reed,”

“Well Mr. Reed,” Mikala giggled.

“Was it everything you wanted it to be, sugar?” he asked.

“And more,” she said, reaching her hand to his chin. “You’re mine and I’m yours, what more could I ask for?”

“I have a wedding present for you,” he said, dipping his hand into his interior pocket.

“I didn’t get you anything,” Mikala said.

“Baby, I got the best fucking gift in the world when you married me today,” he assured her. “And knowing that you heard me say I do, that was an added bonus.”

“Things are still a bit muffled, I’ll have to make an appointment with the specialist Monday,” Mikala said.

“I already left a message.”

“You take such good care of me,” Mikala said, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.

“Here, open your present.”

She tore open the envelope and pulled out a photograph. “It’s a house, it’s pretty.”

“It’s
our
house, sugar,” he said, watching the dazed expression on her face and laughed. “It’s not huge, it needs a bit of work and the backyards a mess, but the kitchen is new and there’s a two car garage in the rear…and a hot tub.” Mason wiggled his eyebrows.

“Does it have a bath tub?”

“Not yet, but I know this guy who can hook us up with a hot pink claw tub…that is, if you want one?” Mason asked.

“I love you,” Mikala said, melting her lips to his, her tongue searching along the seam until he opened to her and their tongues collided.

He wrapped his arms around her, wrapping her in his lust as he laid her back and reached under the many layers of tulle, moving her lace panties to the side.

“Mmm…” Mason hummed, as his finger caressed along her folds and Mikala’s nails dug into his shoulders.

Mikala’s legs spread wider as Mason’s fingers pushed into her. “Say something filthy, husband of mine,” she pleaded.

“Mmm…so fucking wet, I could devour you right here.”

“Not dirty enough.” She closed her eyes, and arched her back.

“I want to bury my face in your pussy and lick you dry,” he whispered, grinning into her face. “How’s that?” he asked, as her eyes opened and she stared up at him, her fingers stroking through his hair.

“More,” she panted.

“Then I want to fuck your ass until you can’t take it anymore, flip you over and fuck you more, until neither of us can see straight from all the orgasms I take from you. How does that sound, wife of mine?”

Mikala smiled, licking her tongue across her lips, splashing her feet in the water. “Yummy.”

“I always seem to be walking in on you two at the most inopportune times,” Landon said, turning his back to them with his hands in his pockets.

“Not to worry Lando, just a husband trying to get it on with his new wife,” Mason laughed.

“Terribly sorry, but your presence is required,” Landon announced, walking away. “Mr. and Mrs. Dean would like to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Reed. I’ll tell them to give you a few minutes.”

“You do that,” Mason said, locking his eyes to Mikala’s. “Guess this is going to have to wait.”

“I guess so, but I’m holding you to your dirty little promises, Mr. Reed,” Mikala giggled, as Mason helped her to her feet.

“As long as you’re wearing these,” Mason took her stockings from his pocket, handing them to her and watching as she smoothed them up each leg, then slid her feet into her sparkly fuck-me shoes.

“And those,” He pointed, sucking in an exaggerated breath. “Definitely those.”

“You like?”

“Rawr,” he growled.

Everyone had gathered into an area near the band who were now playing a slow relaxed number, and stood waiting for the bride and groom.

“Finally,” Chase said. “There’s plenty of time for
that
later, for now we have a surprise.”

Mikala and Mason looked at each other and laughed. “I love surprises,” Mikala said.

“We know you said no to a honeymoon and we’re all hoping you’ll change your minds and go on one in the near future. And…a wedding night spent at Pulse just feels like the same old, same old.”

“Hey, it’s never the same old, same old with my wife,” Mason said, squeezing Mikala into his side.

“That’s right!” Mikala agreed.

“Despite that, we’re sending you for the week to Cove Haven Resort in the Poconos, no arguments,” Chase warned.

“But the club,” Mikala started.

“The clubs going to be here when you get back, it’s all been taken care of, relax sweetheart.” Chase strung his arm across Mikala’s shoulder. “Seriously, Carl and Lando, me and Eden, we got this.”

Mikala raised her hands in the air and surrendered. “You guys are too fucking much.”

“There’s that mouth,” Chase laughed.

“Yeah, that mouth,” Mason leaned in tipping Mikala back as if it were the end of the dance and caressed his lips to hers. “That sweet fucking mouth.”

***

~Moving day~

The cork on the champagne burst from the mouth of the bottle and struck the ceiling with a resounding bang. Mikala’s mouth hung open as she stared at the dimpled mark that it left.

“Fuck, I’m sorry sugar, I can fix that, a little compound and you’ll never know it happened,” he assured her.

“I don’t fucking think so,” she said, holding out her glass, smiling as he filled it. “I want it to stay right there, as a reminder of the day we moved into our house together.”

Exactly one month to the day since their wedding, they sat sharing a bottle of champagne from plastic glasses while sitting on stacked boxes in their new house.

“Happy one month Anniversary baby,” Mason said, tapping his glass to hers, a very uneventful ting sounded and they laughed.

The front door flung open and the sight of Landon struggling with Mikala’s pink monstrosity of a chair had them roaring with laughter.

“A little help here,” Landon shouted. “This ugly thing weighs a ton.”

“Excuse me?” Mikala asked, storming over and slapping Landon’s arm. “That’s the most wonderful make out chair there is.”

Landon dropped it to the floor and wiped his hands on his jeans. “Gross, I wish you had told me that before I dragged it up the driveway.”

Once the large moving van was empty and boxes and furniture were distributed to their appointed rooms, they ordered pizza and set up the kitchen table so they could eat. The advantage of owning a club meant manpower for moving and lifting was no problem. But it cost a fortune in pizza and beer to take care of them all.

Landon and Carl were the only ones who stayed after dinner, enjoying a few more beers while Mikala started arranging dishes and such. They were beginning to spend a lot of time together to Mikala’s delight. As much as Carl protested the possibly of his being gay, he spent an excessive amount of time watching Landon. And Landon, well, he didn’t for a moment hide the way he kept an eye on Carl’s every move.

Mikala served them each a fresh beer and sat on Mason’s lap while she sipped on her vodka and lemonade.

“I have a proposition for you boys,” Mikala said.

“Gay princess, remember?” Landon joked, as he always did with her.

“I don’t want the apartment to sit empty, so I was thinking one of you could move in, or both since there are two good sized bedrooms,” she suggested.

“That’s a great offer, but I like the room I’m in, if it’s ok I’ll stay put,” Landon said.

“Carl, what about you?” she asked.

Carl shrugged as he carefully picked the label from his beer. “I don’t know.”

“Come on,” Mikala said. “That bachelor pad you’re in is awful tiny, you’d have more room than you’ve ever had before.”

“I don’t know,” he repeated.

Mason decided to put in his two cents, for whatever it was worth. “I’d rather you moved in Carl, than some stranger. Besides, you couldn’t be any closer to work.”

Carl bobbed his head with a snort. “I wouldn’t have to wake up at the crack of noon to get to work on time, which would be a bonus.”

“Precisely,” Mason said, enthusiastically. “And Mikala and I would know that the place was in good hands.”

“Yeah, knowing that you are in the apartment and Landon’s there too, it’s like a two for one. And where else can you live rent fucking free?” she asked. “Say yes, thank you, Carl.”

“Yes thank you, Carl.” Carl repeated, earning him a swift slap from Mikala.

“Smart ass,” she narrowed her brow jokingly.

“So, first thing in the morning you give notice and we’ll arrange the move.” Mason commanded.

Landon put out his hand. “Welcome neighbor, need anything you’ll find me one floor down, behind the door with
Private
written on it,” he said winking at Carl.

Carl slapped his hand away and chuckled. “Just make sure you knock.”

Landon laughed, “Does that mean I’m welcome to visit?”

“We’ll see,” Carl said, handing his empty bottle to Mikala. “Well, I’m outta here, you kids enjoy the house and I’ll let you know what my landlord says tomorrow. Need a ride Ace?”

Landon sucked back his beer and passed it to Mikala too. “Thanks that would be great.”

“Ace?” Mikala asked.

“Poker joke,” Landon said, with a flick of his brow. “Long story and I always come out of it broke.”

“Good night boys, thanks for your help.” Mikala said, as they headed down the driveway to Carl’s gotta-have-it-green mustang, with two thick flat black racing stripes the length of the body. It was sexy as fuck and did all kinds of wonderful things to Landon’s libido when Carl sat behind the wheel.

“I’m so glad that’s settled,” Mikala said, turning in time to see Mason slinking his way over to her with heavy hung eyes and his tongue playing the corner of his mouth.

“Beds set up,” he said, scooping her into his arms and closing the door with his foot. “It’s past your bedtime, Mrs. Reed.”

“Is that so, Mr. Reed,” Mikala said, giggling as Mason walked through the house, from room to room and Mikala turned off each light, securing the locks on the doors.

“Listen to that,” Mikala said, with her ear to Mason’s chest. Completely sated, neither of them able to make a move after an hour spent in orgasm heaven, as Mikala put it.

“I don’t hear anything, sugar.”

“It’s funny I can hear everything,” she said. “Your hearts beating a mile a minute and your tummy’s growling, there are crickets outside the window, a dog’s barking from far away and the clock in the living room is ticking and there’s a faucet dripping somewhere.”

“I’ll fix that in the morning.”

“No don’t,” she said, abruptly.

“It’s annoying.”

“After not hearing for so long, it’s wonderful to hear each sound, nothing is annoying after constant silence.”

Mason smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I love you.”

Mikala placed her chin on his chest and looked into his eyes. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“That’s the best sound of all,” she smiled, as he ran his thumb across her cheek. “I love you too.”

“You know the night of the fire, when you came back?” she asked.

“Uh huh,” Mason answered, bracing himself, not sure why she’d be bringing that night back to life.

“That was the happiest night of my life.”

“Are you kidding me, you nearly lost everything.”

“Yeah, but’s that the night you came back to me,” she whispered, “That makes it the best night of my life.”

“I think you might be right, that night was pretty special to me too.”

The moment had gotten all melancholy, in one fell swoop, Mason rolled her onto her back and straddled her, then lay forward with his hands on either side of her head.

“What do you want to do now, sunshine?” Mikala asked, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Honestly?” he asked, hesitantly.

“Of course honestly,” she said. “Tell me what you want?”

“I want,” he stopped.

“Mason, tell me what you want and I’ll do my best to give it to you,” she teased.

“I want to make a baby with you.”

“A baby?” she asked.

“I know that the idea scares you, but we can make an appointment with a specialist first and go from there.” He held her face in his palms. “Don’t say no without thinking about it, please baby?”

“Mason,”

“No pressure sugar, it’s just that, I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately,” he said, his voice drowning with enthusiasm. “We don’t have to make a decision tonight, just say you’ll think about it, okay?”

“I don’t need to think about it,” Mikala said.

“You’re going to tell me no aren’t you?” Mason said, releasing his hold and rolling onto his back.

Mikala rolled onto her side, facing him. “I’m not saying no, Mason.” She climbed onto him holding her nose to his. “I want to make a baby with you too,” she whispered against his lips. “There’s nothing I’d love more than to carry your baby in my belly, again.”

Mason grabbed her face in his hands, peppering her with kisses. “It’s going to take a while, we have to make an appointment, I’ll have to wait until the pill is out of my system, it’s going to be a few months,” Mikala warned.

“A few months eh?” he asked, bobbing his head as he shrugged. “That’s okay we can have fun practicing, after all it’s going to take lots and lots of practice to make the perfect baby.”

“Definitely…an enormous amount of practice,” Mikala said, grinning as Mason happily tossed her onto her back and nestled between her thighs.

The End