Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male(79)

Lou walked past us.

“This is your last round, Mason. Make it count.”

Mason kept his eyes on me. I wished at that moment I could touch his bruised face and feel his arms around me.

I said softly, “I want you so much right now. I want you to tear these fucking clothes off of me, and bury yourself deep in me, and show me how much you want to make me yours.”

His eyes grew wide, but he smiled. The bell rang, and I saw the guy coming up behind him.

I got down and yelled, “Can you fucking put an end to this shit so you can fuck me until my head explodes?”

“Anything for you, baby.”

He winked and turned, just as his opponent threw a punch. Mason averted the blow and threw a couple of punches of his own. He seemed to have found a burst of energy that quite frankly didn’t exist in the guy he was fighting. Mason found his moment and took the guy down to the mat. They grappled around on the floor, each trying to put a hold on each other. But Mason finally ended the match. He put his opponent in an armbar, and I watched the man’s face turn bright red. I thought Mason was going to break his arm. But just before he put on more pressure, the man tapped out.

The crowd went nuts. I happened to look in the crowd, and I saw the three guys we met the other day at the beach. I managed to get them passes for all three nights, as well as great seats. They wore Mason’s name on their t-shirts, “The Reaper,” proudly. They high-fived everyone around them. I smiled at them. But then I felt strong arms around me, and the smell of sweat bombarded me. I turned around in his arms, and he kissed me. I tasted salt mixed with his sweet flavor, and I melted in his arms.

“Are you really serious about marrying me?” he asked me, walking me back to the locker room and still holding me in his arms.

I kept my arms around his neck and looked in his eyes.

“I believe I’m the one who asked you to marry me, sir.”

He gave me that heart-stopping, panties-dropping smile that I go crazy over.

“Darlin’, don’t play with me.”

“Does it look like I’m playing?” I responded.

Mason showered quickly and waited to hear what place he came in for the finals tomorrow. When they announced he had sixth place, he winced. He knew he was going to have to work hard tomorrow if he was going to be champ. He and Lou talked together for a minute, and I gave them the space they needed. I watched Mason as he talked, and I smiled to myself. I really did want to spend the rest of my life loving him. He meant everything to me. He made me feel safe and loved and wanted. Only one other man did that for me, and it was my pops. I never thought I would find someone like him to make me feel this way. My body reacts to him the way no other man could ever accomplish. I find myself wanting to please him and make him feel loved beyond measure.

I wanted to be the woman he desired, and I hope I could fulfill that dream for him. It was his birthday tomorrow. So, tonight I wanted to give him the only thing he doesn’t possess: me completely.

When we finally made it to the hotel, we walked into the living room with candles lit and a bottle of champagne being chilled. There were strawberries and fresh grapes as well, and a cake sitting on the dining room table that read: Happy Birthday, Mason.

Mason looked over at me and smiled.

I said to him, “I know its tomorrow, but I couldn’t wait.”

He enveloped me in his arms.

“I’m just glad you remembered.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled back.

“Of course I remembered. I know you don’t like anyone to make a fuss, but I have something special for you. I want you to sit right here, and I will be right back.”

I moved the dining room chair back in toward the living room, and he did exactly what he was told.

I disappeared into the bedroom and quickly got undressed. I found my black lace bra and G-string, and I grabbed my garter belt and stockings. I then found my five-inch black stilettos. I grabbed one of his white button-down shirts and put it on. I freshened up quickly and sprayed scented body mist all over me. When I walked out of the bedroom and rounded the corner, Mason was sitting with his eyes closed drinking the champagne and eating strawberries.

As I walked out of the bedroom, I pressed “play” on my iPod and Tweet’s song Oops Oh My started to fill the room. The beat to the song allowed me to let loose and grind my hips seductively. I also started singing to him as I danced, making sure he paid me all of his attention.

I saw him say, “Holy shit,” holding his glass midair in front of his mouth. He watched me with hooded eyes as I teased my body and touched myself to the song. I swear if I had a pole in front of me, I would have really messed him up. But me dropping my ass to the ground and popping it in front of him was doing the trick.