Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Emery
Isaw stars dancing behind my eyelids as my orgasm wrecked me, my cock pulsing in my hand, thick strand after strand of cum landing on my chest and stomach.
It felt like it would never end, and I rode the waves through it, letting Mason continue to torture me as the waves slowly subsided, until I became too sensitive to continue.
He pulled away slowly, sitting back and grinning cockily at me. His face was shiny with saliva and the self-satisfied smirk on his lips told me everything I needed to know. He was not only pleased with himself, he’d enjoyed it as much as I had.
Once I’d caught my breath, I tried to sit up, but Mason shook his head. "Let me clean you up first, at least."
A second later, he was hurrying to the bathroom to grab something to wash me up with. He quickly cleaned me up before tossing the hand towel aside and getting back into bed, pulling me to his side. We lay there for a long time, holding each other, enjoying the post-sex bliss, until I spoke.
"Should we eat?"
Mason chuckled softly. "Didn’t we just do that?"
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes fondly before easing out of his grip and getting out of bed. I stretched, rocking up on the balls of my feet and raising my arms to the sky, Mason’s gaze watching me hungrily. "We can’t survive on just sex."
He sighed deeply and got up, rummaging in his bag for clean clothes. "You can’t, maybe."
An hour later, we were dressed and fed, hanging out on the couch while I pretended to watch the baseball game Mason had put on the TV. We’d only been exploring our feelings for each other for a few weeks. Either way, I was still worrying about what would happen when we got back home.
"Hey," I murmured, poking him in the side.
"Yeah?"
I pulled away and sat up to face him. "We’re still good, right? I mean, when we go back to Margaret’s. And then home, after that.”
His tone was gentle. "I told you, I’m in. I’m not panicking and I’m not backing out. Are you?"
I shook my head. "No."
"Good. Now, come over here and watch the game with me before I get distracted and drag you back to the bedroom caveman-style to have my way with you."
A shiver racked my body. "I’m not sure I’d mind that."
"Aren’t you the one who said we can’t survive on just sex?"
I laughed and curled against his side. "Touché.”
A few days later, we were finished at my parents’ cabin and ready to head to Margaret’s place to start her repairs. We arrived bright and early, much to Margaret’s delight. "I wasn’t sure you were going to come by after all, to be honest," she admitted.
Mason scoffed. "Did you really think we were going to leave you like this?"
"What do I know? I’m just here relying on the kindness of strangers."
He put a hand on her shoulder. "I wouldn’t do that to you. Now we’re going to get started. Are the supplies I ordered out back?"
She smiled and nodded. "They came just yesterday. Everything’s set up in the back of the house. Let me know if you boys need anything, okay?"
"Of course we will." Mason got right to work, climbing the ladder and ripping off damaged shingles until he got down to the roofing that was leaking. It didn’t take long until I was on the roof—very nervously—helping him repair the water-damaged boards.
It took us what felt like approximately eight thousand trips up and down the ladder, but within a few hours, the tarp was gone and the damage had been repaired.
I sat on the roof, feet planted firmly below me and wiped my forehead. "I’m not cut out for this," I murmured.
Mason laughed. "What? Not cut out for physical labor?"
"Yeah. The most exercise I get is walking around the school building most days. Not that I’m not doing a lot of walking during the day, but it’s nothing like dozens of trips up a ladder and ripping out shingles in the blazing sun."
He chuckled, low and throaty, sending a jolt through me. "I promise it’ll be well worth it."
"I know. Margaret will be really grateful to have this place fixed. It’s nice to help."
He shook his head and the look he fixed me with was hungry, his eyes dark. "That’s not what I meant."
My stomach fluttered with desire at the implication. "Oh yeah? Why don’t you come over here and show me what you meant?"
"I don’t think that’s the best idea. We could lose our balance if we got carried away. Besides, what if Margaret sees? Would that bother you?"
I bit my lip. “No, but it’s probably not very professional of us.”
Mason nodded. “I guess you’re right.” After a few more minutes of quiet, we climbed down and headed inside to report our progress. "Our next step is to repair that ceiling in the guest bedroom."
"Lovely. You two just yell if you need me. I’ll be in the kitchen."
Mason agreed and we went to survey the damage and get to work.
We went into the attic, where the heat was nearly unbearable, and replaced insulation that had been damaged, before Mason announced it was ceiling time.
He instructed me to help him move the furniture out of the way, and we set up a ladder so he could cut out the damaged ceiling with expert precision.
By the time the day was over, I was wiped.
We headed back to our cabin in relative silence, both recovering from the tough day.
The rest of the week followed much the same.
We snuck kisses between tasks, as much as we could without slowing down progress.
On the last day, we were finishing up the painting in the bathroom when I spotted a few flecks of paint on Mason’s face, reminding me of another time we’d had a close call with paint.
"Here, let me help." I grabbed a cloth and wiped the paint off—or I attempted to, at least. What actually happened was the paint flecks smeared across his cheekbone, leaving a few streaks behind.
Mason grabbed my wrist and gave me a dark look that made my cock swell in anticipation.
He pulled me close for a kiss, plunging his tongue into my mouth.
The lid of the paint can clattered to the floor, knocked from the countertop by our sudden movement.
I inhaled sharply and groaned, practically melting under his touch, my hand going to the nape of his neck and my fingers curling in his hair.
At that exact moment, Margaret called out to us.
"Boys? Is everything okay in there?" Footsteps indicated that she was coming to check on us. "I thought I heard something fall.”
We parted reluctantly, Mason breathing heavily and with an obvious bulge in his pants. I snickered quietly before opening my mouth to respond to her question. "Yes, ma’am, I—"
Margaret appeared in the doorway and gave us a quizzical look. "Did I hear a crash?"
I shook my head quickly, hoping she didn’t notice the way my cheeks must’ve been red, judging by the heat burning in them. "No crash here."
She pointed at the lid from the paint can on the floor, face down, with splatters of paint around it. "What’s that?"
"Oh, that. I bumped into the counter and knocked it off. Maybe that’s what you heard?"
"Hmm, maybe. It looks beautiful in here. I can’t thank you enough for all the work you’ve put in."
"No problem," Mason said. "It’s been our pleasure. Really."
Margaret excused herself then and left so we could wrap up the painting and clean up our mess. When we were done and everything was packed away, we found her in her living room, knitting and listening to an audiobook once again.
"All set," Mason announced.
She paused her book and smiled at us. "Can I give you both hugs?"
"Of course," Mason said. I nodded in agreement.
She stood and hugged us each in turn, a warm, tight squeeze that underscored her words from the day we’d met her, her insistence that she wasn’t just a frail old lady.
"Now, you two did such a good job. You work so well together. It’s rare that a person can work closely with their lover for days on end without arguing, but I didn’t hear a peep of disagreement from either of you. "
"Lover?" I asked, eyebrows shooting up and glancing at Mason.
She gave us a sly smile. "You’re not fooling me.
I can tell you two are together. I think it’s beautiful.
I’ve had my fair share of girlfriends myself.
That sort of thing was frowned upon when I was young, but I didn’t care.
I hope you’re very happy for a long time.
Don’t let go of the things that matter in life. "
We glanced at each other, my cheeks heating again, and said our goodbyes before heading back to the cabin to spend one last night pretending the rest of the world didn’t exist.