33. Chapter 33
Mason
One Year Later
I set down the paintbrush, stand back, and look at the limewash walls of our bedroom.
Jinx and I wanted to keep the old-world feel of the house.
We’ve spent a year fixing up the place, doing most of it ourselves because it was fun.
We hired out for the tougher projects or if we needed an expert in restoration.
I peel back the tarp from the furniture and bedding and look again. It’s gorgeous. Truly. It’s so different from my home in Colorado, but this place is better because Jinx has a presence in every corner of the house.
Most of the main house is done. We still have to tackle two more bathrooms and the guest house, which is next.
We should probably invest in a couple of air conditioners because the bedroom is fucking hot today. The ceiling fans really aren’t doing much, and there’s no breeze.
I head toward one of our windows, looking out to see if I can find Jinx. The barn door is wide open, with plumes of dust blowing out of it. “There you are.”
He’s been tackling all the doors to the house, restoring them to their original beauty. They’re carved and intricate, so it has been taking him some time to get them done. Not to mention, he had to learn how to do it first. But he’s a natural with his hands… in more ways than one.
I grin and head downstairs. Once I’m outside, I walk through the beautiful courtyard that’s been landscaped to perfection.
Too bad the wisteria is no longer in bloom.
It’s one of our favorite spots to unwind after working on the house all day.
We sip sangria in the shade, inhaling the grape scent of the blooms. Jinx and I love to sit under the canopy of trees, surrounded by a lush garden, listening to the silence, broken only by buzzing bees and singing birds.
I walk along the stone pathway, flanked on either side by boxwood. When I reach the barn, I stop, lean on the entryway with folded arms, and watch him sand with the electric sander, gently removing old paint and varnish.
His freckled, tanned skin is covered in dust and sweat.
He’s wearing a backward baseball cap, which does something weird to my dick for some reason.
Jinx has also grown out some scruff on his face, no longer shaving cleanly.
It makes him look older. He’ll be twenty-one soon.
Next month. I’ll have to do something special for him.
Maybe we can take a weekend-long trip to Vernazza and let him go for a swim.
When he finally notices me, he smiles and pulls down his goggles under his chin. “Has anyone told you how sexy you look covered in spattered paint?”
“You’ve repeatedly told me that for the past year.”
“I guess we’ll have to find more painting projects for you then. You look like a goddamn painting.”
“Jinx…” I warn.
“What fucking now? What the fuck did I do wrong?”
I chuckle and stalk toward him. He sucks in his bottom lip and backs away from me. “You really want to be punished, don’t you?”
“My ass is itching for your hand, Daddy.”
“Is it now?”
He nods slowly, still moving back until the space is eaten up and he’s pressed against the wooden wall. His eyes are mischievous, his body stance coy. He loves to tease me and push my buttons. Hell, I love it, too.
With one arm resting above his head, I tug on the ring around his neck, pulling him close. He no longer has the bracelets unless we’re serious about our playtime. They’re too much of a pain to wear as we work on the house.
“Are we in a naughty mood, my pet?”
“Only when you walked in, covered in paint, all sweaty and sexy. Dirty, dirty, Daddy.” He snorts a laugh. “I really need to put that on a T-shirt.”
“And you’re covered in sawdust. Very hot.”
I brush my nose against his neck, inhaling faint notes of his body wash, but mostly he’s earthy from fresh sweat. It’s like an aphrodisiac. I run my tongue along the skin of his throat, tasting salty. There’s something feral about wanting to take my husband when he’s dirty and sweaty.
I press my lips to his throat and move up along his scruffy jaw, his cheek, then his mouth.
He keeps his hands flat against the wood because I haven’t permitted him to touch me.
He falls into the sub role so well. It’s almost instinctual at this point, unless he wants to be naughty, which is almost all the time.
Our tongues dance and taste, our teeth nip, and our lips suck.
“Turn around,” I order when I pull away. “Keep your hands pressed against the wall.”
Jinx does exactly as he’s told, his face turned to the side, watching me out of the corner of his eye.
“Are you going to spank me, Daddy?”
“I haven’t decided yet. I may just fuck the hell out of your sweaty ass.”
“I love it when you talk all naughty.”
Jinx is definitely the dirty talker around here. Way more than I am. Once he was inside me the first time, he just freely started expressing himself. It was a beautiful sight, so much so that I’ve had him inside me often since.
My hand slips inside the band of his cargo shorts and underwear. I graze his crease, rolling the tip of my finger over his hole. He shudders beneath me, making my cock swell. I push my hardness against him, showing how much he turns me on.
I’m afraid of the day I won’t be able to get it up while he remains young, but today isn’t that day.
“Do you want me pegging that spot? Do you want me eating that ass? Or would you rather I leave my handprints on that pristine skin that hasn’t seen the light of day for years?”
“Ooh, choices, choices. I like it when Daddy lets me choose.”
“I’m special like that,” I growl in his ear.
We definitely have a unique relationship.
I love it so much. I didn’t think I’d enjoy giving up any sort of control, but it’s so easy with Jinx.
It’s lessened our Dom/sub dynamic, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Jinx and I are a perfect balance. Yin and Yang.
My hand snakes around his front, cupping his hard cock, but before I can reach for his zipper to drop his pants, I hear the sound of a truck rumbling up our gravel drive.
“Ugh, shitty timing,” Jinx grumbles.
“That’s a lot of swearing today, Precious. Rest assured, we’re going to deal with that ass of yours later tonight.”
“Too bad. A dirty, sweaty Mason is so hot.”
I chuckle and nip his ear before I pull back and adjust myself.
We step outside the barn as a truck approaches, towing a horse trailer.
“Oh my god! She’s here, babe! They’re early!” Jinx yells, rushing out to greet the driver, waving frantically. “Finally!”
We’ve only seen Luna in pictures from her birth through her training on Sugar-Sweet Ranch. Julien and Aleks sent us tons of pics. She was stunning then, and no doubt she’s even more so in person.
Aleks made sure to give her kisses on her snout every day, so she’s apparently very sweet, too.
The horse handler jumps out of his truck and greets us, speaking in a rush of Italian.
“I have brought you the princess!” he says gleefully. “Indeed, she is royalty!”
Jinx has been learning a lot of the language, so he’s following along fine.
“Please, let’s see her. We have a pasture ready for her, away from the other horses.”
He bows his head, and we all walk toward the back of the trailer. He opens it up, steps inside, and leads her down by her bridle, following like a good girl.
“God, she’s gorgeous, Mase.”
“Indeed.”
The Arabian mare is all white, like pure snow. She’s all legs and full of grace. Sugar-Sweet Ranch has done an amazing job with her so far.
He leads her to the pasture, and Jinx rushes to open the gate.
Once it’s closed, the man releases her. Usually, you’d need to walk a horse or give them an ice bath for long hauls, but she’d only been in the trailer for about an hour.
They took great care of her until they could finally bring her home.
Jinx sits on the fence to watch, and I stand next to him, careful not to touch him. We’re always careful with people we don’t know around here.
Luna races around, kicks out, bobs her head, just having a great time. She finally stops and starts chomping on the fresh green grass.
“We’ll give her time to adjust, then we can start slowly introducing her to Black and Waffle,” I say.
“She’s going to be happy here; I can feel it.”
“Just like us.”
Jinx looks down at me and smiles knowingly. “Yep, just like us.”
I lean forward and whisper. “That doesn’t get you out of what I have in store for you tonight.”
“I fucking look forward to it.”
The End