Bases Loaded (6 page)

The day was close to being
over. I left the back office to go up front and tell Mike he could take off. My face contorted at the sight of Melissa.

Shit! What the fuck is she doing here? I loathed Melissa. She was one of those
women that thought she was a man. She was a nagging monstrous beast. She was unhappy and she had absolutely no problem making all those around her just as miserable as she was.

She was standing over
the front desk looking down on Mike. He couldn’t control her at all. She wore the pants. I hated seeing them together. It was pathetic to see my brother berated by the beast. She married Mikey only to be married. I doubt she ever loved him. It’s hard not to have doubts when she made a pass at me. It was more like a vicious attack that I have blocked out of my memory.

“You’re really here?” She barked directly at me. 

“Where else would I be?” I could bark too.

“At home begging your wife’s forgiveness.” Mike stood and I wasn’t sure why? Melissa ignored his presence just like any other time.

“Yeah right.” That will never happen.

“Melissa you should go.” Mike had words for his wife. Shit! Even cowards can use their tongues, first time for everything.

Melissa ignored Mike even more than before. All her unnecessary attention was aimed at
moi
. “Haven’t you hurt her enough? Mason you are heartless. You are cold.”

“How would you know what I am?”

“Tess tells me everything. I know it all, everything about you and your perversions.”

What perversions? “That’s great. I’m glad she has someone to talk to. Maybe you should keep an eye on her.
She needs a friend right now.”

“You’re not funny.”

“I wasn’t trying to be.”

“I’m not scared of you. She
told me you threatened her life.” Melissa was really up in arms about literal affairs that were none of her concern.

“Melissa, I really
think you should leave and take your husband with you.”

“You’re kicking me out?
”

“No, when I kick you, you will feel it.”

“So now you’re threatening me?”

I looked dead int
o my shell shocked brother’s eyes. “Melissa we need to go.” Mike clumsily announced. Mike was an expert when it came to knowing my limitations. I had served him some brutal beatings in our youth. He knew one punch from me could knock a man off his feet. So I’m sure he didn’t want me to even breathe on his wife.

“Fuck you Mason! You think you’re king of everything!”

This beast was yelling at me at my place of business. Yeah sure I think I’m the king of everything but that’s not the point. “Mike seriously put a muzzle on your pitbull.” I rested my hands on my waist. Mike moved from behind the desk. A normal guy would guard his wife, act as her protector and bodyguard but Mike was standing in the middle of us just to take the blow if I decided to sock her in her mouth. I would never hit a woman. Mike is a real dumbass.

I have too many moves in my arsenal to ever have to hit a woman.

“Fuck you, Mason! I’m not afraid of you!” Said the beast.

So much
misplaced anger. Why? Cause I wouldn’t fuck you so many years ago. “Get out!” I half-heartedly raised my voice.

“Come on Melissa, let’s go.” Mike reached out and grabbed Melissa’s forearm. She jerked away.

“Fuck your brother! He’s a fucking bully. I’m not Tess. You can’t bully me.”

“No
you’re not Tess. I would never do this to Tess.” I reached over Mike’s shoulder and palmed Melissa’s entire face like I was palming a basketball. I shoved her backwards; more like jerked her face with the power of my wrist.

“Get the fuck out!” I pretended to be in an uproar. Mike had backed his body into Melissa. She was pushing forward and he was pushing back. “Get her out of here!” I yelled into Mike’s face. He spun around to face his wife. Mike start
ed dragging his overzealous ball and chain toward the front door.

“
Mason! Fuck you! Mason! Fuck you!” Melissa was yelling like a total and complete lunatic. I don’t know what her deal is. Mike was doing a fairly good job subduing her big mouth.

This was beyond any stunts Melissa’s has ev
er pulled in the past. This time she outdid herself. She was thrashing around in Mike’s arms. I was just idle and crossed my arms under my chest. There was a glimmer of pride that embraced me when Mike opened the door with one hand and pushed his wife through the door with the other. I tuned out all the obsessive yelling and screaming Melissa was doing.

This bullshit is going to make me prematurely go gray.
Growing old with Kari, now there’s a thought that put on smile on my face.

CHAPTER 3

KARI

I had a
lunch date to see Mason. It had been a few days since Mason was caught with his pants down around his ankles. I get mad when I think about how Tess came at me. Then I feel stupid for being mad. I mean what was she supposed to do in that situation? She’s been married to him for over a decade. If Mason was my husband I would whoop a bitch’s ass over him right after I beat the shit out of him. I would never fight over Lamar or for Lamar. I don’t think I would fight a chick for Jack. But Mason had my heart. It’s funny how things change, how feelings evolve from what seems like nothing.

Mason and I
were keeping in contact but I could tell he was eager to see me. It felt good to see him without restrictions. There was nothing to hide. Tess knew about us. It was a hard road but now I believe Mason and I will really be together. I stopped sleeping with Jack. He was irritated by it but he was too nice to force himself on me. He was too nice to complain about it. Jack was still living in my house. I was taking one day at a time.

Mason and I
were going to meet for lunch at the Yorktown mall. I arrived early and had a table in the food court. I didn’t care if anybody saw us out together. It’s funny how all your common sense flies out the window when you’re in love. When you’re happy and when you truly see a future with the man you love. His marriage is over. It’s been one. There is no way that marriage can survive.

I sat at the table and thought about my future with Mason. My heart was his b
ut I was always a logical rational chick. I wondered if Mason would ever cheat on me. I never thought he would cheat on me with Tess but what goes around comes around. That little cliché played over and over in my mind.

On one hand I stole someone’s husband. But
can you steal someone’s husband? I mean he must have wanted to go. Is karma going to bite me in the ass? If we are meant to be then it’s just fate bringing us to where we are supposed to rightfully be.

I haven’t figured out how I’m going to break up with Jack. I think maybe it would be best to do it in phases. It would be easier if I could just get him to leave me. If I could just get him to fall out of love with me. If he leaves me, I would feel better.
It would ease my guilt. That’s a selfish thought. I wonder if it would be normal to miss Jack after all is said and done. I’m not sure but something tells me I will miss him.

I spotted Mason coming toward my table. He was dressed in black Adidas sweat pants with the white stripes down the sides of the legs
. He was wearing a gray fitted muscle shirt. I think it was Under Amour. Damn! He was bulging out all over the place. His pecs were pressed against the fabric. His biceps were huge. I smiled when I noticed he was wearing a gray and black Chicago White Sox baseball cap. Funny, I know he likes the Chicago Cubs. What is he on? Mason is so fucking sexy. He looked like a young college guy in the baseball cap and tight ass shirt. He was holding his Adidas jacket in his hand.

The closer he got to my table the wetter my insides became. Oh god, I love him. I looked around to see if anybody noticed him coming my way. Some teenage girls were checking him out. He is fine. I
can’t blame them. I don’t ever remember seeing any old guys with bodies like this when I was a teen.

Mason was smiling widely when he
bent to kiss me. He didn’t give me a peck on the lips. He grabbed my chin and titled it up. He stuck his tongue in my mouth and rocked my inner core when he did Zumba inside my mouth.

“Hey babe.” He was still smiling. I was too. He makes me smile. Damn! I hate him! He pulled out the chair in front of me
and planted his rear down in it.

“Hey Coach.” I was staring into his icy blue eyes. I was falling in love all over again. I looked over at the table with the teen girls. They both had their mouths open. They went back to eating when they noticed me noticing them. Mason was such a show-off.

“You look tasty, just like a hot caramel sundae.”

“
Thank you. Miley Cyrus and Selena Gomez think you look hot.” I tilted my head in the direction of his teen admirers at the table to the right side of us.

Mason glanced over and smiled at the girls. He turned back to me and leaned over the table. “I only care if you think I look hot.”

Hell to the yeah! “I do.”

“I’m hungry.”
Mason said.

“I can see that.” His
eyes always give him away. He wanted to get inside me and he had a look that conveyed this. I had seen it so many times before. He looked like he was going to eat me, like he was going to pounce on me, like he was going to swallow me whole, chew me up, bones, flesh, and every damn thing. Well Damn!

Mason slapped the table with his hand. “Are you wet yet?”

Well, I was now. Those words, the way he said them, just stirred the juices all inside me. “Yes.”

Mason held out his hand for me to take. “Come with me. I’m going to make you cum with me.”
His lips were curled up.

I was stuck for a moment. I took his hand because I didn’t really have a choice
in the matter. “We are supposed to have lunch together.”

“We can eat food after I fuck you.”

Yes sir. I let go of his hand to grab my purse off the table. He stood. I stood. Oh god, I’m moist right now. I pushed my chair back under the table and Mason didn’t bother to push his in. He took a few steps toward me. He offered me his hand and I graciously took it. He led me through the food court. We were hand in hand. I refused to look at him. I knew he was smiling. I felt it. I wonder when he will stop amazing me.

I had no idea where we were headed. It seemed that we were headed in the direction of Macy’s department store. No, we got on the escalator and were going up to the upper level. Wonder if he’s parked up here.
As we ascended up I rubbed Mason’s forearm. He was warm. He was always warm. I loved that because I was always cold.

Mason turned
and smiled at me. He guided me off the escalator. He walked me into Macy’s. We were somewhere in the back of the store. It was pretty deserted in the store at this time of day. I noticed a lady pushing a stroller when we first walked in. There was a cashier hanging clothes around the corner near the lingerie section.

Before I knew what was really going on, Mason had grabbed my wrist and twirled me into the
nearest fitting room. It’s so big inside Macy’s. They had so many fitting rooms that it was almost like we were in the huge store all alone.

I wanted to protest because I knew what he was up to
. But Mason was yanking me toward the last fitting room booth. I wanted to say STOP FOOL! The shock of it all stole the words right from my mouth.

Mason closed the curtain and pushed me back into the full length glass mirror.
He hung his jacket on the hook that was nailed to the wall as I placed my purse in the only chair. He removed his White Sox baseball cap and placed it on the same hook as his jacket. Then I got all his attention. His hands were consuming me. He was feeling me up, groping all my mounds and curves.

“Mason we’re going to get caught.”

“Not if we’re quiet.” He meant not if I’m quiet.

“We’re not supposed to be in here.”

“Yeah we are. This is the fitting room. You’re about to try on my cock. You need to see if it fits.”

“What?”

“My cock, it’s an extra-large. Can you fit an extra-large?”

“I think so
.”

“Let’s see.” Mason whispered. He released me
from his strong manhandle to drop his sweats and underwear. I looked down at his big dick. Why was I feeling panicked? I was afraid we were going to get caught before he fucked me off my feet. The adrenaline rush was incredible.

Mason knelt and raised my skirt. His hands roamed underneath the skirt and grabbed the elastic waistband of my thong. He slowly pulled my thong down my hips, over my knees and down to the carpet.

“Step out.” He growled and I did as instructed.

Mason stood. He held my thong in his hand and lifted it to his nose and breathed in my scent. Oh god! Mason opened the thong to the crotch and he inspected it.

“Kari, what’s this?”

I was embarrassed to see I had really wet the hell out of crotch of my thong. My milky
pre-orgasm was on display all over the black fabric. I got moist as soon as I saw Mason strutting toward me.