notice stamped on her body that said handle with care. From what I knew about her through Caleb, I knew she wasn't like one of the many women I've a been with that fucked me the first time they met me. But in the back of my mind, I wanted her to be that kind of girl for just one night. That's how bad I wanted her.
Placing my hands on her hips I push her further back on the car. Then I run my hands up and down her thighs, gently squeezing them. She voluntarily opens her legs to accommodate me. Deepening the kiss, I lean into her and bring her lower half closer to mine so she could feel how bad I wanted her.
She turns her head, pulling her lips away from mine. Placing a kiss to her cheek, I work my kisses down to her neck.
“Mason is that your phone ringing?”
Taking my lips away from her neck. I lift my head to listen. The muffled sound of my sister’s ring tone was coming from my back pocket.
Groaning, I step away and turn my back to Nyla, I pull out my phone and answer.
“Brooke.” I answer in a calm voice. “Whoa, calm down. What happened? Is she okay? I'm down the road I'll be there shortly.”
I end my call and turn around and see Nyla on her feet, looking at me with concern on her face.
“Is everything alright?” She asks me.
“It's my grandma.” I respond jogging to the driver side.
As soon as Nyla gets in and closes her door. I floor the gas petal and speed to my grandma's house. I pull up in front of the house and put my car in park. I hop out without taking the keys out the ignition or even taking the time to close the door. I run up the stairs and rush inside.
“Brooke!” I yell looking around the house.
“In here!” She yells back in response. I follow in the direction from where her voice came, and I make my way to my grandma's room. As soon as I walk into her room, I hear the front door closing, totally forgetting that Nyla was with me.
My grandma was sitting up in her bed looking pale and exhausted, with Brooke by her side.
“What happened?”
“S-s-she started throwing up blood. I didn't know what to do.” Brooke responds while trying to stop her own crying.
“Brooke, I think it's just a side effect from my new medicine. My Oncologist said it may cause nausea.” My grandma responds in a weak voice, then starts coughing uncontrollably. She reaches over and grabs a tissue off her night stand and covers her mouth. When she's done, she looks up and looks over my shoulder. “I see we have a guest.” She continues.
I turn around and see Nyla standing in the doorway.
“I'm sorry to intrude. I'll go wait for you in the living room.” She says to me.
“Young lady wait. Mason who's this beautiful young lady that you left outside. Didn't I ever teach you any manners?” My grandma speaks up. Voice sounding stronger than before. “What's your name sweetheart?”
“Nyla.”
“Well Nyla my name is Trisha, and as you probably already know I'm Mason's grandma and this young lady next to me is his younger sister Brooke.”
“It's nice to meet both of you.” Nyla responds.
“Well I wish it was in better terms. As you can see I'm a bit under the weather.”
“I'm sorry that you're not feeling the best. I overheard you've been throwing up blood?” Nyla asked.
“Excuse me but I don't think it's any of your business. This is a family matter.” Brooke says coming to her feet.
“Brooke.” I say through gritted teeth.
“Stop you two!” My grandma interrupts while looking between the both of us. “Yes Nyla. I've been throwing up blood.” She responds in a calm voice.”
Nyla walks further into the room and takes a seat on my grandma's bed beside her. Surprising me and my sister.
Reaching her hand out, Nyla places her hand on my grandma's head. “What kind of medicine are you on?”
“So she thinks she's a fuckin'
Placing my hands on her hips I push her further back on the car. Then I run my hands up and down her thighs, gently squeezing them. She voluntarily opens her legs to accommodate me. Deepening the kiss, I lean into her and bring her lower half closer to mine so she could feel how bad I wanted her.
She turns her head, pulling her lips away from mine. Placing a kiss to her cheek, I work my kisses down to her neck.
“Mason is that your phone ringing?”
Taking my lips away from her neck. I lift my head to listen. The muffled sound of my sister’s ring tone was coming from my back pocket.
Groaning, I step away and turn my back to Nyla, I pull out my phone and answer.
“Brooke.” I answer in a calm voice. “Whoa, calm down. What happened? Is she okay? I'm down the road I'll be there shortly.”
I end my call and turn around and see Nyla on her feet, looking at me with concern on her face.
“Is everything alright?” She asks me.
“It's my grandma.” I respond jogging to the driver side.
As soon as Nyla gets in and closes her door. I floor the gas petal and speed to my grandma's house. I pull up in front of the house and put my car in park. I hop out without taking the keys out the ignition or even taking the time to close the door. I run up the stairs and rush inside.
“Brooke!” I yell looking around the house.
“In here!” She yells back in response. I follow in the direction from where her voice came, and I make my way to my grandma's room. As soon as I walk into her room, I hear the front door closing, totally forgetting that Nyla was with me.
My grandma was sitting up in her bed looking pale and exhausted, with Brooke by her side.
“What happened?”
“S-s-she started throwing up blood. I didn't know what to do.” Brooke responds while trying to stop her own crying.
“Brooke, I think it's just a side effect from my new medicine. My Oncologist said it may cause nausea.” My grandma responds in a weak voice, then starts coughing uncontrollably. She reaches over and grabs a tissue off her night stand and covers her mouth. When she's done, she looks up and looks over my shoulder. “I see we have a guest.” She continues.
I turn around and see Nyla standing in the doorway.
“I'm sorry to intrude. I'll go wait for you in the living room.” She says to me.
“Young lady wait. Mason who's this beautiful young lady that you left outside. Didn't I ever teach you any manners?” My grandma speaks up. Voice sounding stronger than before. “What's your name sweetheart?”
“Nyla.”
“Well Nyla my name is Trisha, and as you probably already know I'm Mason's grandma and this young lady next to me is his younger sister Brooke.”
“It's nice to meet both of you.” Nyla responds.
“Well I wish it was in better terms. As you can see I'm a bit under the weather.”
“I'm sorry that you're not feeling the best. I overheard you've been throwing up blood?” Nyla asked.
“Excuse me but I don't think it's any of your business. This is a family matter.” Brooke says coming to her feet.
“Brooke.” I say through gritted teeth.
“Stop you two!” My grandma interrupts while looking between the both of us. “Yes Nyla. I've been throwing up blood.” She responds in a calm voice.”
Nyla walks further into the room and takes a seat on my grandma's bed beside her. Surprising me and my sister.
Reaching her hand out, Nyla places her hand on my grandma's head. “What kind of medicine are you on?”
“So she thinks she's a fuckin'
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