Chapter 38
38
PIA
I didn’t have texting Mason for twenty minutes during my last night in this bed on the bingo card for tonight, but here we were.
I think you’re caught up, but I hardly know anything about your week.
Mason had first texted to remind me that, in addition to me moving into Heritage Hill tomorrow, we’d also be getting a shipment of carpet. Plus, the place was full, which would make for an interesting Saturday. Since Mason had left last weekend, it had been a whirlwind. But I’d vowed never to complain about a full inn, especially since the weekend before had been lighter than usual for this time of year. Not to mention, as fall turned into winter, we were headed into the leanest season yet.
But that would change.
I’d been hard at work on partnerships, and even conceived a reopening for early spring that would give us an opportunity to advertise something special for a typically down time until the weather turned.
The place looked great. New carpeting in all the bedrooms would make a world of difference too. The fact that I was excited about carpeting said all there was to know about this job. I loved it. Loved bringing Heritage Hill back to life. And would love to see it become a premier destination, the crowning jewel of Cedar Falls.
Trust me, the less details I share about my day, the better you’ll sleep at night.
Speaking of sleep…
I sent a bed emoji. A cocktail or two, plus my big plush pillows, did that to me every time.
Tired?
Getting there.
Pause.
Wish I was with you.
It was the first thing like that he’d texted. We were in work mode most of the time, and knowing we stood on extremely shaky ground, I personally hadn’t been willing to fall through this particular crack.
I wish you were too.
He sent a smiley face emoji, which, in turn, made me smile.
The first rule of a situationship? If you catch yourself smiling at your phone, block the other person immediately. Everyone knew that. But of course, instead of blocking him, or shutting down the conversation, I continued to smile at the fact that Mason was spending the end of his first night out in the city texting me.
Next thing I knew, a video call came through. Answering immediately, and almost breaking down at the sight of him, I scooted up in bed.
“Hey there.”
“Hey there yourself, cozy girl,” he said.
“I am cozy. Last night in this bed.”
“How do you feel about that?”
I pretended as Mason shifted the phone that I didn’t notice his bare chest. Swallowing down a sigh, I concentrated on his face instead. “Good. It’ll make things much easier. Thanks for leaving me with two roommates, by the way.”
He laughed. It was one of my favorite sounds.
“It’s good to see your face, Pia.”
“Same.”
“What is that on your shirt?” he asked.
If I’d known Mason was going to be seeing me, I’d have worn something a little sexier than a ten-year-old tank top. “Nothing.” I yanked the blanket up. “Just a really, really old concert shirt.”
“Damn. I wouldn’t have said anything if I knew you were going to cover up.”
The tone of his voice had taken a definite turn toward sexy town. Good idea or not, I was a willing passenger.
“That can be undone,” I said, bringing the covers back to where they were before.
“Better. My God, Pia, you are so fucking hot. Have I mentioned that before?”
“Possibly. But you can never compliment a girl too much, you know?”
“Is that so? Can you get a girl off too much? Is that a thing?”
Telling Mason I liked when he talked dirty had been the best call I’d made since we met. Some of my other decisions might be questionable as hell, but this one wasn’t.
“No. That’s not a thing.”
“Good. In that case, I want to see your hand slip underneath those covers immediately.”
“That sounds like an order.”
“It is.” That tone, though. There was nothing to do but obey. At least, not in this case. “Very good. Now I want you to slip a finger inside, two fingers actually, and pretend they’re mine. Can you do that for me?”
I nodded, watching as Mason’s eyes hooded, and obeyed that too.
“Now I want you to move them, pretending those fingers are mine. Move them exactly as you like it. That’s it. And don’t you dare fucking hold back.”
“From you? Never.”
He smiled. “Good. Keep moving them, in and out.”
“Mason,” I panted, knowing what he’d say next.
“Louder.”
Moving my fingers, pleasuring myself but pretending he was here with me, I did as he said. Called his name louder. And louder with each command.
“Come for me, Pia. I want to watch your face as you explode for me.”
I was so close.
“I want to see your face so that I can hang up this phone and let you sleep while I go into my bathroom, take my dick into my hand?—”
“Mason, please.” He was giving me exactly what I wanted. But I begged anyway.
“And I’m going to picture this. You with your hand below the covers, inside that wet pussy of yours, thinking of me. I’m going to imagine your face, the way you call my name, as I pump myself, until I come as hard as I ever have in my life. All because of you.”
That was it. The proverbial straw. I went right over the edge, my eyes squeezing shut as I throbbed around my own fingers. When I finally opened them, Mason was grinning from ear to ear.
“That feel good?”
“Mmmm. Very good.”
“Maybe we should make this a regular thing,” he suggested. “I like making you come just with my voice.”
“I did use my fingers too,” I reminded him, knowing that alone would not have done the job.
“True. And speaking of fingers and getting off, unless I want to clean a mess over here?—”
“Go ahead.” I almost asked him to take the phone too but was too embarrassed. Mason would laugh when I told him about this, me being embarrassed to ask. “I’m wiped. Even more so now,” I added coyly.
“Good. Go to sleep and text me tomorrow anytime. I’m off.”
I wanted to ask what he did on his days off, but I also didn’t want to know. It made the fact that he wasn’t away on a trip but had an actual full-time life away from Cedar Falls, away from me, too real.
Better to pretend he was just on vacation somewhere and would be coming back soon.
Might as well pretend the Easter bunny and Santa Claus were real too, while I was at it, I scolded myself as I drifted off to sleep.
You’re getting deeper and deeper, Pia. Keep digging; it’ll be one hell of a hole to get out of.
I’d worry about that tomorrow.