Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
Nina
“Everything okay?” Maggie asks, her eyes wide and laser sharp.
I watch as Mason pales. He knows how this looks.
“Everything is fine.” I step forward and take Ellis from Maggie’s arms, giving her a reassuring look.
“Maggie, I’m sorry, I—”
“Will you get Ellis in the bath?” I ask Mason, needing him to stop talking and not make this any worse.
“Sure,” he mutters, nodding eagerly.
I give Ellis a kiss and hand him over to Mason. They disappear into the hall, and I know Maggie is waiting for me to turn around so she can interrogate me.
“What in the world? Nina, has Mason put his hands on you before?”
“It’s not like that, Maggie. Mason would never hurt me.”
“I beg to differ. I always thought he was such a gentleman.”
“Maggie, that man is anything but gentle.”
Her eyes widen, then her cheeks flush. “Oh. Oh!” She leans into me, clearly curious. “So, he wasn’t being aggressive, he was being… kinky?”
“Oh, god. We aren’t doing this!” I laugh.
She smiles wide. “I have to know you are okay. Goodness gracious me.” She places a hand on her chest. “I panicked when I walked in here.”
“He definitely wasn’t being kinky,” I explain. “But it wasn’t completely innocent either. He’s just annoyed that Joey is pissing on his carpet. But it’s not even Mason’s carpet anymore.”
“I don’t think that’s the correct analogy dear.”
“You know what I mean.” I wave her off.
“So, he’s staking his claim,” she asks, still looking extremely curious.
“Yes, and no. I don’t know.”
I can’t exactly tell Maggie that I wanted Mason’s hands on me. Or that I wanted him to squeeze just a little bit tighter.
“When me and John got together, we just talked. Like an actual conversation. It was simple. He said, ‘wanna go watch a movie’ and I said, ‘yes’ and we got married six months later.”
“If only it was that simple, Mags.”
“It’s as simple as you make it. You’re both too damn stubborn. Just have a conversation.”
I puff out a breath, fed up with everyone else having an opinion on what me and Mason want. “Who said we even want it to work?”
“Well, if that boy isn’t kinky or aggressive, I’d say you definitely have some things to work out. Wouldn’t you?”
I grin at her, not believing I’m having this conversation with her. “Was everything okay with Ellis today?”
She purses her lips. “Good as gold, he’s just perfect.”
“Thank you, Maggie.” She gives me a kiss on the cheek and tells me to come over Sunday for dinner, then leaves.
The sound of Ellis screeching with laughter makes me smile and I sneak off in the direction of the bathroom, wondering what’s so funny.
Only as I round the corner I falter, caught completely off guard by what’s unfolding before me.
Mason is standing beside the tub, his top is soaked and discarded on my bathroom floor, and I’ve caught him in the middle of pulling off his trousers.
And for the love of all that is holy I am rendered absolutely stupid.
You cannot lick him.
Mason lifts his head, sensing my presence at the door. “What was that?” He frowns.
I pop a brow, swallowing the saliva that threatens to slip out and drip down my chin like a drooling puppy. “Huh?”
“You said I can’t lick him.”
My cheeks flame and his face morphs into a knowing smile.
“No, I didn’t.” I panic. I did not say that out loud.
“Sorry.” His smile is so wide I’m surprised his face doesn’t split in two. He’s so smug. “Ellis soaked me. I was going to jump in. We do it at home.”
“Okay.” I nod eagerly.
He licks his lips, concealing his grin as he continues to pull off his trousers.
Am I a complete pervert for wanting to watch this? I should leave. I should go and wait in the living room, but I’m rooted to the ground. Unable to move my feet even if I wanted to.
Keeping his boxers on, he climbs into the tub and sits opposite Ellis. He looks massive in my tiny bath, and really fucking good too.
They splash the water and Ellis chuckles. I sense they do this a lot as Ellis watches Mason’s every move, waiting as if he knows what’s to come. They are scooping up cups of water and pouring them over their heads. Apparently, that is hilarious. I can’t help but smile.
“Do you mind putting my shirt in the dryer, Mummy?” Mason asks, winking at Ellis and snapping me out of my trance.
“Of course.” I walk to the bath and reach for the T-shirt.
“Nina.”
“Mum, Mum, Ma.” I snap my head up in surprise when they both say my name, my shock coming from Ellis finally saying Mum for the first time. Although, I’m not met with a happy smile, and I’m not given the chance to get excited about it. No, I am met with a face full of water.
I gasp, squeezing my eyes tight.
“Oh my god, did you see that! It’s like he knew I was going to get you!” I barely see but I can hear how proud Mason is of his son.
They both threw their cups over me, soaking my face and tank. “What was that for!” I wipe at my face, probably smearing my mascara.
“It’s tradition. Everyone gets wet at bath time, Mummy.” Mason shrugs, his face cheeky and knowing.
“Not in this house! Is that why you made me come closer? You ass.”
“Language, Mummy,” he says to me but looks at Ellis, his abs rippling as he chuckles. “I think Mum, Mum, Ma is feeling the cold, Ellis.”
I drop my eyes from his perfect face and notice that my nipples are straining against the fabric of my tank. The water has soaked the white material and my breasts are very visible.
Covering them with my hands, I shake my head at Mason and edge out the bathroom. “You need to get out of my bath, then my apartment,” I say, keeping it playful.
He bites his lip, giving me a panty-melting look. “You’re not getting in?”
“No.”
“Spoil sport. Mummy’s a spoilsport.”
“And Daddy’s a moron.”
“Da, Da, Da, Da,” Ellis babbles.
I roll my eyes and leave the bathroom, then go to my bedroom and find a fresh top.
Mase
I didn’t plan to get in the bath, and I probably didn’t think it through. Because now I’m standing in the bathroom in nothing but a towel and no spare clothes to change into. Nina disappeared after nipplegate and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed. She has the best tits.
Ellis bounces in my arms, pointing towards the door, and I make the decision to go out and find her. I need my clothes dried before I can leave and that won’t happen until I get them in the dryer.
We find Nina in the kitchen. She has an oversized hoodie pulled over her, hiding herself from me.
“We thought we should apologise.”
She spins, her eyes dropping down my body then snapping back to my face. “You did?”
“Yeah, we didn’t mean to get you wet.” I look at Ellis trying not to laugh. I’m a bastard.
“You didn’t?” Her head drops to the side, her eyes flitting down the length of my body.
“Not with the water anyway.” I openly smirk at her.
“Will you put some clothes on already?” She shakes her head as if her reaction to me is wrong. “Please.”
“I thought this is what we did? Or are you the only one who can get naked?”
Her cheeks flame and she steps towards us, taking the clothes from my hands. “I will put these in the dryer. Ellis has clothes in the dresser in my room.”
“Let’s get you warmed up then, little dude.” I bounce him in my arms and disappear down the hallway.
Nina’s bedroom is boring, with little on the walls. I wonder why she doesn’t make it more homely. Placing Ellis in his cot, I take out some pyjamas then dress him.
“This is a good one, it says ‘Boss like Daddy’,” I tell him, pulling the top over his head and then smoothing down his hair.
“We could do with a brush.” His hair is thick and dark and seems to grow more and more every day. It’s long enough to style just like mine. Taking the brush from the top of the dresser, I sit him on the bed and style it into perfection.
“You look good.” I smile down at him, holding out my fist which he grabs and tries to chew.
“Let’s go find Mummy, and hey!” I point at him. “You need to try that Mum, Mum thing again. I think I saw the Ice Queen melt a little.”
“Da Da Da Da.” He bounces in my arms, and I plant a kiss on his smooth head, inhaling the clean smell of his shampoo.
I don’t see Ellis anywhere near as much as I’d like, yet we have him fifty-fifty. I don’t know how other dads do it, especially every other weekend dads. I can’t think of anything more important than the precious hours I get with him during the week.
Before we go back out into the lounge, I pull on my jeans, the only things I saved from Ellis’s water onslaught.
Nina is laying out the table when we enter the living area, and she can’t help her hungry eyes from roaming my body.
If there was any doubt before now that I still did it for her, after today, I know for absolute certain that I do.
I can’t help but mess with her. It’s been too long. “Are you dribbling?”
“Shut up.” She glares. “Would you like to stay for tea?”
I can see her gnawing on the inside of her cheek, and I know it would have taken a lot for her to put aside her pride and ask me that. So instead of being smart with her, I simply tell her. “Yes. Thank you.”
“Maybe I could find you a top that will fit you.” She stares at my chest, and I almost feel bad. If roles were reversed, and she was standing naked in just a pair of jeans, commando, with her breasts on full display… yeah, I’m hard.
I readjust myself in my jeans, whilst Ellis looks puzzled between the two of us. He has never known us to be in the same room for so long before. This must be alien to him.
“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” she snaps as if she can’t hold it in any longer, shaking her head as she starts to turn away.
“What?”
“Tea won’t be long.”
“Did you ring that jackass and tell—”
She turns on me, her face holding a warning. “Language.”
My eyes pinch in as I watch her. “Let him know not to come back tonight.”
“I already did.”
“Good.”
“Good,” she copies.