Forbidden Fruit: Volume 1 (21 page)

Chapter
Seven

Bianca

Today is turning out to be the most romantic day of my life. Never in the few years that I was with Tim did we just spend the day walking around, holding hands and just having fun.

Mason and I are doing all of that. The small Victorian streets are perfect for the lazy walk and the ice cream slowly dipping down the cones make the scene even sweeter. Mason’s strong arm is wrapped around my waist and I settle into him, giving him the occasional taste of my ice cream as he returns the favor.

I love the feel of him against me. Considering his age, his body is well defined and because of how he fills out his jeans and shirt, he looks older than he is.

Shaking my head, I let him finish the last of the ice cream cones and slip my hand into his back pocket as we come to a stop outside an antique store.

“This is a bad idea,” he says nervously, trying to get me moving again.

Pulling away from him, I stand my ground. “Explain.”

He looks really nervous standing in front of me with his hands running through his hair, making it messier than before. “My family owns this store.” He points to the antique one that I’m still standing in front of. “Actually, my mom does. And she’s around today. I wanted to bring you here because we used to live here and I love spending time around the streets and the beach. I grew up in this store and I wanted you to see where I came from.” He walks back to me and cups my face in his hands. “I thought it would be easy walking into the store with you beside me to meet my mom.” He blushes. “This is our first day together and it suddenly hit me that I’m jumping the gun and it’s not right to expect you to meet her so soon.” He blushes.

God, he’s so damn sweet and I’m trying my hardest not to tease him about bringing me to meet his mom, but, honestly, I’m excited that he would think of that.

“Let’s go inside.”

I’ve surprised him. His hands freeze mid-caress on my face.

“We can’t say where I work, but we’re here and I’m curious.” I grin at him. Leaning in, I place my mouth on his, licking along his lips with the tip of my tongue until he groans and lets me in. Taking control of our kiss, his arms go around me pulling me in real tight against him. He tastes of chocolate ice cream and man. As our tongues slide against
each other, I wrap my arms around his neck…and hear someone cough behind us.

Mason breaks the kiss, but keeps his arms loosely around me.

“I think our Mason finally has a girlfriend…ouch.”

Turning, I discover a slightly older version of Mason standing beside who I presume to be his Mom. “Stop teasing your brother,” she reprimands.

Mason chuckles and taking my hand leads me over to them. “Mom, I’d like you to meet Bianca.”

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet Mason’s girl.” She pulls me in for a hug and nearly squeezes the life out of me, but thank goodness for Mason who pulls me free.

“Bianca, this is obviously my mom, Rosemary, and this dickhead is my older brother, Linc.”

“Do I get a hug as well,” Linc asks holding his arms out to me with a huge grin on his face. No doubt to piss his brother off.

“Like hell.” Mason pulls me back into his arms. “Get your own girl.”

Linc’s eyes widen in surprise when he realizes his brother is serious.

I can feel the tension running through Mason as his muscles tighten. Is this what usually happens between them when there’s a girl around? I don’t like this at all.

“Mason,” I whisper into his neck. “What’s going on?”

With my whispered words against him, he seems to come back to me and turning his head, he briefly kisses my lips. Too briefly. I’m addicted to his taste and although I’m thrilled to be introduced to his mom, I also want him for myself.

“Linc’s going out, so come on inside and have some lemonade. I made a fresh jug this morning,” Rosemary says, obviously feeling the tension between brothers.

“Yeah, I’m gone.” Linc winks at me before turning and walking off in the opposite direction.

Rosemary walks inside and holds the door for us.

“Give us a minute, Mom.”

As the door closes, Mason cups my face again. “I’ve never brought a girl home before. In the past when I’ve been with someone and we cross paths with Linc, he’s always tried to sweet talk her and sometimes they left me to go with him.” He laughs. “The thing is it never really bothered me until now…with you.” He kisses my lips. “Let’s go inside… Oh, you like cats?”

Opening the door, I walk into the shop and answer him, “I love them. Why?”

Meow! Meow!

Um, that’s why. Before Mason can even answer me, four, very large cats rush us. Wrapping around my legs, they continue to purr and meow, obviously looking for attention. “I see they’re friendly, but are they okay to be picked up?” I ask as a huge white, fluffy cat rubs around my ankles.

“Go for it.”

That’s all I needed to hear. Bending down, I grab hold of the large cat and end up holding it in my arms like you would a baby. I start to stroke its belly with my other hand and the purring noise it makes is unreal, which makes me giggle. Mason comes to stand behind me, sliding his hands around my waist with his chin resting against my shoulder.

“He likes you,” he whispers into my ear, sending a shudder through my body.

“Mason. Leave the poor girl alone for five minutes.”

He groans against my neck and gives me a slight push toward the back room, which, when I realize as I walk in, is set out as a small coffee shop.

There are sofas, spread out with small coffee tables in front of them. Magazines are fanned out in the middle of each table. Off to one side there is a large table set up with an assortment of cookies and cakes along with a large coffee machine.

“Bianca, please sit down. Snowflake can get heavy after awhile.” Rosemary tries to usher me onto the sofa opposite Mason, but I walk around the table to sit beside him. I want to be close to him. As soon as my bottom hits the chair though he pulls me back into his arms. I’m so damn comfortable right now that I don’t want to move.

“Here you go.” Rosemary places two large glasses of lemonade on the table in front of us before dropping onto the sofa opposite with a delightful smile on her face. “Bianca, what a lovely name for a beautiful young woman.”

Mason groans so I elbow him in the stomach.

“Now Mason, I hope you’re being nice to your girl. This is the first one I’ve met and I like her.”

“Mom,” he kisses my hair, “I agree she’s beautiful, but I’m the only one allowed to tell her that, otherwise it will go to her head.”

“Hey.” I try to wiggle away, but his hand tightens around my waist.

“Ignore him, and tell me how you both met.” Sitting back in the cushions, she gets comfortable and waits for a reply that is stuck in my throat.

“We met—”

“Let Bianca tell me,” Rosemary interrupts Mason.

A trill of fear runs through me at her question. I pick up the lemonade and take a deep swallow, hoping to hide the awkwardness that I feel. I’m sure as hell not telling her the truth, but what can I tell her because I really don’t want to lie to her.

Then I remember and tell her, “The gym. I’d just finished my kickboxing lesson when Mason walked into the room and, because I wasn’t looking where I was going, we collided.” Well, the gym part was kind of true. I’d seen him there a few times, but I always left before he could see me.

“Gym,” he whispers, nibbling my ear.

“So you like to keep fit—
”

“Rosemary?”

“Oh, excuse me. I promised Sarah I’d show her the new stock I have upstairs,” she says over her shoulder as she’s already heading toward the front of her shop.

“Hmm. I wonder what we can do to stay occupied,” Mason purrs before he starts whispering wicked things into my ear. I blush at the words, but it’s the heat between my legs that I’m most aware of as his hand around my waist slips to my hip and he starts to pull my dress up my legs. He doesn’t get very far considering I still have ‘snowflake’ on my lap.

Chapter Eight

Mason

Hearing my mom heading upstairs, I whisper, “I want to see you, Bianca. I thought I could be with you all day without touching you, but I can’t.” I slip out from where she’s snuggled against me on the sofa and go down to my knees. My dick starts to harden with thoughts of what I’m going to do to her.

Pushing the coffee table away, I kneel between her legs before removing Snowflake from her lap to lie beside her on the sofa.

“Mason. Your mom!” she hisses as I pull her toward me on the sofa, spreading her legs…and yeah, I can see her pink little panties.

“My mom will forget we’re here. She can spend hours talking about a chair.” That’s no bullshit either. “Now… I need my mouth on you. Watching you stroke the pussy has me hard.”

Her eyes widen when she realizes I’m referring to the cat. I chuckle and open her up to my eyes with her dress shoved up to her hips. I put my nose to her and inhale. Her smell has my dick throbbing, but I’m determined to keep him locked away. This is about my woman.

“You smell really good.”

I lick her through her panties, which are already wet with her arousal. Growling, I rip them from her and before she has chance to protest my fingers and mouth are on her. I hold her open as I lick along her lips, dipping into her dripping channel.

“Oh God!” she hisses arching her back, pushing her hot little pussy against my mouth.

Without breaking contact, I reach out with my hands and yank the top part of her dress down to expose her large breasts. She’s so fucking sexy that I wouldn’t be surprised if I came in my jeans.

“Touch yourself.”

She starts to massage her breasts and teases me by going so slow
ly towards her nipples that I grow impatient. Grinning, I watch her pinch and rub her nipples and when they’re even tighter, she squeezes down on them throwing her head back.

Fuck me!

I quickly place her legs on my shoulders before going back to the feast awaiting me. Her little clit peeping out is hard and ready and the juices flowing from her body are driving me insane. My cock hurts like a fucker buried in my jeans with nowhere for it to expand, and expand it has.

Keeping my mouth on her, I unfasten the front of my jeans and sigh in relief when I spring free. I move closer to her and groan when my dick comes up against the sofa, which I’m going to end up coming against because I’m not giving her another quick fuck like at the school or the club.

Having her pussy rubbing in my face is the hottest thing. Her taste is addicting. I can’t get enough of her as I lick between her thighs, nibbling her clit before shoving my tongue as far as I can go inside her wet heat.

My body feels ready to combust listening to the noises she’s making, getting ready for her orgasm, which I can feel is close. I push two fingers inside her and start playing with her clit as I move them back and forth and rub around her G-spot. My hips are moving against the sofa, trying to ease the tension in my hard as fuck cock. If I wasn’t so damn turned on, I’d laugh at myself humping the sofa, but as it is I’m about to explode with my girl.

“Mason… I’m so close. Please…” she begs, withering around against the sofa and my face. I quickly whip my shirt over my head, letting it drop to the floor.

“I know babe. You have to be quiet.”

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I massage it with my tongue as she gives up on her breasts and covers her face with a cushion while my fingers work magic in her pussy. Then I feel them. Little tremors fluttering up and down her channel. My balls are on fire and as she starts clamping around my fingers and moaning into the cushion, my cock explodes, shooting cum all over the sofa and my stomach.

I growl against her.

Leading her back down gently, she starts to push my head away from her most intimate parts. “No more,” she pants.

“You taste damn good,” I grin up at her, smacking my lips together, which makes her laugh.

“You do realize you’ve ripped my panties, right? How the hell am I supposed to talk to your mom with a bare ass.”

“That’s the least of my worries right now.” She gives me a quizzical look. “I, um,” this is so embarrassing, “shot cum on the sofa.”

Bianca looks startled and then bursts out laughing. “For real?”

I just nod my head and decide to use her ripped panties to clean my dick and stomach the best I can as Bianca watches. Our eyes meet. She licks her lips and starts to reach for me. “No way, babe. I can’t believe I couldn’t control myself.” I shove my junk back into my jeans and standing up look down at the beautiful, half naked girl lying sprawled out on the sofa with her dress around her waist.

She’s a vision…and unless I get her covered I’m going to be dragging her into the bathroom to dip my aching cock inside her. “Ugh.”

Reaching down, I take hold of her arms, and pulling her to her feet, I give her a brief kiss on her red lips. “I need to cover you.”

I smooth her dress down past her bottom, my eyes connecting with her breasts as I do. Taking in a deep breath, I caress the underside of each before gently rubbing over her nipples.

Bianca closes her eyes and grabs hold of my arms to steady herself. “Mason,” she whispers.

Teasing, I lean in and taste each one before stepping back and pulling her dress back up to cover her. “You look loved,” I tell her grinning, and taking her into my arms, I hold her tight.

She smacks me on the ass and says, “And you look satisfied.” My girl then bites my ear sending shivers down my spine. That’s a sensitive spot.

“No more of that, babe.” I can hear the sound of shoes on the stairs and I grimace. “My mom’s on her way down.”
Fuck
! I haven’t cleaned up.

Quickly grabbing two hands of napkins from the table, I shove one lot into Bianca’s hand and point toward the restroom. She grins and makes her way inside. I quickly get back on my knees and clean the mess I made from the sofa.

I may have made a mess, but it felt damn good.