Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male(107)

Man, I haven’t had so much fun in a long time. Kat and I haven’t danced like this in years. We definitely knew how to move, which is why we found ourselves in the front of the class being dance instructor assistants. I mentioned before she and I took dance lessons for a long time and loved to dance, so this felt like second nature.

Diane and Marie said they would meet us poolside as we talked to the instructor about teaching a class back in Dallas. When we finally made it to the pool, I didn’t see Mason until it was too late. I don’t know why I wasn’t paying attention. I mean, my body did the same as it always does when I’m in his presence, but I wasn’t expecting him to be this close to me. I’m sort of used to feeling that he consumes my body, even without touching me. So I paid no attention to how I was feeling. Then when he removed his towel from his head and saw my tattoo, I almost pissed my pants.

When he pulled me to him the same way he used to claim me before we made love, I began to quiver with want. And, damn, to feel his hands on me again…I wanted him. Throbbing ensued between my legs, and I knew I was wet and wanting.

This man is still pure sex. Even though he hasn’t touched me in years, even though he’s hurt me, my body wants nothing but him. No one has ever made me feel this way. As many times as Cory has touched me, I haven’t responded to him the way I’ve responded to Mason.

Cory came up to me and touched my tattoo…Yup, nothing.

“Who are Alex and the Reaper?” Cory asked.

I heard someone choke, and I turned to see Marc coughing. I narrowed my eyes on him, and he gave me a silent apology. ‘He is such an asshole, just like his brother.’

“They were two people I knew and loved once. They were in the Navy.”

“Humph,” was all he said.

Kat cleared her throat. “Hey, why don’t we get started with dinner?”

‘Thank you, Kat.’

“Well, actually, I’ll go get started with dinner. This is your birthday celebration. You will not lift a finger.”

“Aw, come on. I love to watch you cook. Besides, you may need some help.”

“I can help her,” Marie smiled.

“Me too,” Cory replied.

Then I saw him look at AB. ‘What was that about?’

“Are you sure?” she said.

“Yes, girl. I’m sure. Go relax or something. Marie, meet me in my room in an hour.”

“Huh? Make that two,” Marc announced, and then he reached for his wife.

I laughed.

“Alright I’ll see you in a little bit.”

I headed to my room, and Cory silently followed. When we got to the room, Cory helped me get everything prepared. I had to boil the lobster tails first and start making the salad. Cory started chopping the salad. We talked about how fun it used to be to prepare Sunday dinner with Ms. Claire, Tiffany’s mom.

In exactly two hours, Marie came over with a bottle of wine with Marc in tow. We popped it open, and while Cory and Marc sat in front of the television, Marie and I started preparing dinner.

I really had a good time talking to Marie. She was a beautiful woman inside and out. She told me she was Dominican, moved from Florida to go to school here in Texas, and never left.

“How long have you and Marc been together?” I asked her.

“Close to fourteen years. We met on our first day of college.”

“Oh yeah? Where did you guys go to school?”

“We went to Baylor.”

She told me Marcus saw her in the ‘SUB’, their student union   building. He talked to her the whole time, and then walked her to her dorm.

“I tell you, I was so happy to see my dorm it was unreal.”

“Oh, whatever. You fell in love with my charm and winning personality that night, admit it woman,” Marc yelled to us from the living room.

Marie and I laughed.

“That’s right baby, I did.”

“Let me ask you a question, when you first met Mason and saw them two next to each other, could you tell them apart?”

Marie nodded.

“Yes, I could. But they don’t believe me.”

“Have they ever tested that theory with you?”

“No, I think Marc is afraid.” Marie leaned into me. “I didn’t think I could at first, until I actually met Mason. It’s something about the way I feel when Marc is next to me. I don’t feel that with Mason, you know. I can just look in his eyes, and I know which one is my husband.”

I nodded my agreement. I knew exactly what she meant. I was about to tell her I felt the same, but Marc came up next to her.

“Baby, I know for a fact you would not be able to tell us apart,” Marc told her, grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh yeah? I bet you I can.”