Page 33 of Mason

“How can you want to do this?” She shook her head and dropped the wash cloth.

What the hell did I tell her? That I liked to let go? That boxing had always made me feel free? Alive? It was something I was good at and I enjoyed it. The control. The energy. I’d hated school. No matter how many tutors my parents got me, I never seemed to be at the top or even the middle. I just passed. I floated along in life with everything except sports, boxing in particular. Why was I sucking at what I loved now? What was going on with me? How did I explain this to Alexa after what she just saw?

“I do this because I’m good at it. I do it because it’s freeing. I do it because I enjoy it.” Sitting up, I cupped her face and dashed away her tears. “Don’t cry, bear. What you came in on is not what happens. That was the first time I’ve been knocked out like that since I was a teen.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I don’t like you hurt Mason. I need you.” She buried her head in my shoulder and I hugged her to me.

“Bro, I kicked your arse. Ha, you do have a pussy now.” Andrew broke into the moment, being his usual pleasant self. “Yo, sis.” He tried to get Alexa’s attention. “I can totally teach you to kick arse now. You want the best and I am.” I looked up and saw Andrew strut around the ring.

“Shut the fuck up, Andrew.” My mouth opened and I stared at Alexa. She never swore. Well, unless we were making love.

I shut my mouth and my lips lifted upwards in the biggest smile I’d ever made. “Damn, I love you, woman.” In that moment I didn’t care if I wasn’t good at anything as long as I was good at being us.

CRAP, THIS SELF-DEFENSE STUFF was hard. This was my fourth lesson and I was sweating like a pig. I don’t know what I expected, but I didn’t think it would be so hard. I thought with self-defense it would be like your body kicking in to fight back and save yourself, but that wasn’t it. It was learning the best way to get away from an attacker and that meant incapacitating an attacker as much as you could before you ran, got help, and hid. You always ran after you got away. Run and hide. That had been drilled in over and over again, not that I didn’t already know that having learned it myself. I’d told Darren and Mason that I was good at running and hiding and I didn’t need to practice that stuff, just defending myself.

“One last time and then we’ll be done for the day. This time I want you to really put some anger and heft into your elbow and stomp.” I was exhausted, and realized that I really needed to exercise more, which was ironic, when you thought of it, as I spent half of my week in a gym since meeting Mason.

I glared at Darren and right then I hated him, because if I had to haul my arse off the padded mats, it would be to vomit.

“Up now, Alexa,” Darren barked. “When you’re attacked you can’t lie down and rest.”

Moaning as every muscle in my body ached, I got up and stood. The moment I stood straight, I felt the world around me tilt and everything went black.

I HAD FINALLY CONVINCED MASON I was okay, after passing out at training the other day. Mason had gone nuts and said no more training and kicked Darren’s arse, but I convinced Mason I’d take a couple of days rest and be better. There was no need for the hospital or to stop training all together. He hadn’t left my side but today I needed to talk with the lawyers without him. I couldn’t handle him hovering over me while I relived and told things I was terrified to tell.

I’d gone to meet with the prosecutors as they went over with me what I’d be asked and what the defense lawyers would likely argue to try and slip me up. The next couple of weeks I knew were going to be tiring as two trials were going one after the other. Then I would get a rest for a couple of months as I was told they were gathering more evidence against the others they had arrested.

Mason had wanted to be around, but I knew if he had he would have blown his stack or attacked the lawyers. My therapist had been there and she had been great. Mason’s mother had been there too and she was a massive support. I loved Gillian and was feeling so blessed that soon she would be my mother-in-law. Bailey and the other wives my age had warned me about her, but I just adored her. Gillian might have been full-on and controlling, but she was just what I wanted, no, needed.

Even though I loved my soon to be mother-in-law, I was sure she wouldn’t approve of what I was doing now. I pushed her from my thoughts. She and everyone else had left a couple of hours ago. My day had sucked and I was depressed. I’d started reading a romance book hoping that may pick me up my mood but, the book had gotten steamy when it became a ménage. I’d gotten curious at some of the things the characters where doing, like double penetration, bondage, and anal play. I wasn’t a prude and I’d been on the streets and seen some pretty outrageous things, but I hadn’t stayed to look and I had never thought of anal sex. My mind had never strayed there.

Mason’s penis was the only one I had really seen. Sure, I’d had bad experiences in the foster homes and I’d gotten a glimpse or two on the street catching perverted acts, but I had never really looked. I was curious to see if Mason’s dick was normal. I was sure it was big, but as I had nothing to compare it to, I wanted to look. Leaving the lounge room, I was happy Mason was out training so he didn’t see what I was doing. That would’ve been embarrassing. I went to our room, sat in the middle of our bed with the laptop inches from my face. Staring at my screen, I typed in what I wanted. I was going to see other penises to compare to Mason’s. Chewing on my bottom lip, I thought about myself down there. Was I normal? I’d better check that out, too.

Half an hour later I was soaking wet and squirming on the bed as I stared at the screen. I watched a bunch of men shoving their dicks in the porn actress. I’d typed in, ‘lots of dick and cock porn with pussy’ and gotten vids of women having gangbangs and their pussies filled with three cocks or two in the pussy and two in her anus. At least now I knew that Mason had a well above average penis and it explained why I felt so full when he made love to me. There was no way I could deal with any more than just his. It was nice to know I was normal, maybe a little smaller than what I was seeing, but still, from what I could see, normal.

I should turn off the group porn, but I was fascinated at how all the men twisted and played Tetris to all fit. Lifting the laptop off me, I took off my undies and lifted my skirt up. I placed my fingers over my pussy. I had a little landing strip of hair. Bailey, Jade, and Divinity had dragged me to get waxed and I had cried like a baby when she did it. Spreading my legs, I tried to lift them how the woman had them, but I wasn’t that flexible.

“What the hell are you watching?” Mason screeched.

I shut the laptop quickly, jumped off the bed, and stood clutching the computer, lost for words.

Oh crap! I was just caught looking at porn. Oh my God, how embarrassing.

“Um, er, nothing.” I looked anywhere but his face. He stalked to me and I gripped the laptop to my chest and darted my gaze around looking for a place to hide. I backed up and hit the wall.

Mason smirked as he caged me in and took the laptop opening it and pressing enter. The gangbang was still on the screen and they were going at her hard. He watched it for five or so minutes before his dark brown penetrating stare caught mine. “Mmm, does my woman like watching porn? Is your pussy wet.” A surprised yelp left my lips as he delved two fingers into me. “Fuck. You’re soaking, bear.”

Biting my bottom lip, I shook my head. “It’s not what it looks like.”

His lips twitched and his smirk got bigger. “Oh yeah? What has you looking at a woman being fucked by a bunch of men?”

“Um, well, you see . . . I was reading this book, and, um . . . well, your penis is the only one I’ve ever really seen, or, you know, looked at and done stuff with. I, I wanted to compare. I wanted to know if you really are as big as I think. I put in, well, you can see that what I put in wasn’t worded right.”

He was shaking his head and help up his hand. “Stop, no more. Woman, never tell a man you want to compare his dick—”

“But I didn’t mean it bad! You’re so big and this just proves you’re really big. More than average—”

His finger on my lips stopped me. “No more, bear.” His lips slammed down on mine and I groaned when I heard the tear of my dress.

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