My Best Friend's Brother(29)

     



 


Then, Tony's voice ripped me from my succulent, precious thoughts.


"Daydreaming about tits again?"


"Just one pair," I said, grinning. "What's up?" I asked.


"Just one pair? You serious, man? You're still going out with that chick?"


"That chick is Sarah Williams, and yes. It's just under the radar, and it has been the trip of a lifetime, let me tell you."


"She's got you on her hook, man. You're getting Mason Bakered," he said.


"Maybe so, but I love it. That tight little pussy of hers calls to me."


"It's odd. I've never seen you go back twice."


"I've done it a handful of times," I said.


"But never have you made it a regular thing. Never. Even before we got  rich and famous with this company of ours, you never stuck around with  women. I just shrugged it off as your mommy issues and kept trucking.  But this woman's got her talons in you."


"Look, dude. It's not like that. There's no feelings or seriousness.  She's fun and laid back. Totally cool about it being a  no-strings-attached type of deal."


"Wait. She's actually okay with no strings?" he asked.


"Oh, yeah. She's the one who preferred it that way. It's the perfect fucking deal, man."


"So, you two what? Eat dinner, fuck, and leave?"


"Pretty much. It's wonderful," I said, grinning.


"Why do you always find the good ones?" he asked.


"Because I'm Mason fucking Baker. Now, why'd you barge into my office and ruin my fun little daydreams?"


"The interviews in Colorado got canceled."


"Both of them?" I asked. "Why?"


"Apparently there's been some big thing that's happened. I don't know,  weather or pot or something. I don't know. Either way, they called and  canceled with us, so I canceled our travel plans."


"Who the fuck cancels an interview with me?" I asked.


"A state who's no longer concerned with your scandals, and trust me,  that's a good thing. I knew if we gave enough interviews and gave it  enough time, this shit would all go away."


"I guess that's a good thing. Did we have any other ones after Colorado?" I asked.


"Nope. That was it. Dallas and Denver were the last legs of this race. We can hop back to L.A. whenever you'd like."


"Question," I said, "how would you feel about opening our second office in Dallas?"


"So, you can keep fucking your little chew toy?" he asked, grinning.


"She's not a chew toy. She's a woman with wants and needs and a  beautiful pussy she keeps giving up to me. We're just fucking, no  relationship, but she's not an object."


"Wow. I can see her morals have sunken into you too," he said.


"Look, I got a little glimpse into what that type of manipulation could  do to a woman. I wasn't a fan of it. So, while Sarah and I are just  fucking, you know, only calling one another and shit when we need that  type of release, she's still a woman who needs to be checked in with  from time to time."


"The fuck happened to you?" he asked.


"The reason I asked about the Dallas location, besides the fact that  they're practically eating out of our hands, is because I'm sort of  getting to know my sister."


"Your who?" he asked.


"That girl who always keeps calling, and I keep blowing off last minute?"


"Wait, I thought that was some random chick in your pool," he said.


"Nope. That's my sister. When my sorry excuse for a mother left, she  created a new family. Had a daughter. She's been trying to get me to sit  down with her for a while now, but every time we talked, she always  harassed me about me rekindling things with mother dearest."


"No, thanks," he said. "You don't talk about the woman much, but she did a number on you. You're better off."


"No joke. But, the last time we made plans, I just blew her off. Didn't  call or anything. I felt like a shithead for it, so I made it up to her  by taking her out to dinner Wednesday."


"How'd it go, man?" he asked as he sat down beside me.


"I mean, it went well. There was this instant bond, you know. Like I've  got with my dad. But there's this douchebag who keeps manipulating her.  Apparently, he's getting married or some shit, but they went out two  weeks ago. Been some on-again, off-again thing. She took his phone call,  went downstairs, and was fucking bawling her eyes out in the middle of  the sidewalk because of him."         

     



 


"You know who he is? We could track him down. Scare him a bit," he said.


"I think I talked some sense into her. A friend of hers was there, too, and she really gave that guy a piece of her mind."


"This a hot friend?" Tony asked, smirking.


"No, not really," I said. "But it gave me a glimpse into the bullshit  women go through when you hook into them like that. It's one reason why I  only do those one-off dates. You know, emotion's not my thing and shit.  But I could see how I might've raised that reaction in a woman. You  know, being me and all."


"You're such a dick," he said, chuckling.


"The point is, that shit was not okay. I was ready to rip that fucker's throat out for doing to Emma what he was doing."


"Emma?"


"My sister," I said.


"She hot?"


"Don't you dare," I said, growling.


"Whoa, just kidding, Mase. Chill out," he said, chuckling. "Sounds like Mason Baker got a little more human after that dinner."


"A bit. Sarah isn't a chew toy. A fuck buddy? Yes. But also a person."


"Got it, boss. So, the two of you only ever call when you want to fuck, huh?"


"Yep. Outside of that, she doesn't really call. Hell, she never calls."


"Wait, if she never calls, that means you're always calling her to fuck," he said.


"Yeah, I've had to chase her around a bit. The arrangement is pretty  new, so I'm sure she'll be calling me up quite a bit from now on," I  said.


"That's so strange. You never call any woman. No wonder you're chasing her so much."


"What?" I asked.


"She genuinely could take you or leave you, and that's new for you.  You're trying to figure out why she isn't falling all over herself for  you, aren't you?"


"Who the fuck cares if it brings me that beautiful pussy of hers?" I asked.


"She's the only woman you've fucked who hasn't gotten attached to you.  Face it, you get off on women needing you, but you not needing them.  Now, you're fucking a woman who doesn't need you. A truly independent  woman who wants you only for your cock and your body, and you can't  stand it."


"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.


"Just be careful," he said as he got up. "We don't need more scandals.  Don't go getting her pregnant or some shit. And don't get your heart  broken."


"We aren't in a relationship, Tony," I said. "Nothing about my heart is in this."


"Uh-huh. Watch your back. She's comin' for you, whether you realize it or not."


"Tony, shut the fuck up."


"Your defensiveness is very entertaining. And very telling."


"Get the hell out of my house," I said.


"It's a nice house, by the way. Didn't know you had one in town. We'll  discuss planting a location in Dallas later, but I like the idea."


"Goodbye, Tony."


"Sayonara, lover boy."


I clenched my teeth as the door slammed behind him. I didn't give a shit  about Sarah. Not unless she was willing to bring that beautiful body to  me, so I could fuck it senseless. She was just a woman. A prominent  woman in her community who wielded influence and the most beautiful pair  of thick thighs I'd ever seen. I wasn't getting soft. I was merely  educating myself on the shit things men can do to women. I saw my sister  being toyed with, and I didn't like it. What was so wrong with that?


I sank into the couch and closed my eyes. Sarah's smile appeared in my  mind, along with her naked body as my hand reached out for her. I pulled  her close to me, smiling as my lips descended to the crook of her neck.  I could hear her giggling. I could feel the warmth of her skin on my  lips.


But then she whispered something in my ear. Something that startled me to my core.


"I think I like you, Mason," she said.


The electricity that ran through my body was unmistakable, and I started rubbing my arms to get the goosebumps to go away.


What the fuck was happening to me?





Chapter 25


Sarah


Ah, Friday morning. My favorite mornings. It ushered in the last round  of interviews before I ushered in the weekend, and I knew exactly what I  wanted to do with mine. I wanted to call Mason up right after this  interview, have him pick me up somewhere secretive, and go fuck in the  back of his convertible somewhere. I wanted to paint my life with him as  he slammed that cock into my body, and then I wanted to go home, call  up Emma, and have some girl time.