Chapter 27 Thomas
Thomas
A week after Davis’s visit, Mason was still restless.
When he wasn’t at the stadium doing his pre-season training with his teammates, he spent a lot of time talking to his sisters on the phone.
Thankfully, their conversations weren’t about his father, but short calls about colors and design ideas for what I assumed were either for the wedding or Maddie’s nursery.
It was sweet that he would be so invested in her baby’s room, because if we ever decided to have kids, he would be excited to decorate.
I saw what Hudson had with Evan, and I found myself wanting that too.
And that made my decision regarding my job offers even more important.
“I don’t know. Brown is a good color. It goes with everything.” His eyes widened when he spotted me. Holding up a finger, he mouthed he’d be off in a minute.
I smiled, but waved him off, then took a seat next to him. Mason scooted away and leaned in to speak to me. “Could you get me a bottle of water? My throat is dry.”
That was odd. A bottle sat unopened in front of him, but I agreed anyway. “Sure, sweetheart. I’ll be back.”
Rising from the sofa, he smiled and went back to chatting with Maddie. “Can you call them to see if they’re available?”
Shaking my head, I strolled into the kitchen and checked the water bowls for the dogs, then grabbed his water.
Getting one for myself, I cracked it open and drank half of it.
Before I set it down on the counter, Mason entered the kitchen, saving me a trip.
Passing it to him, he cracked the lid and took a couple of sips.
Leaning against the counter, I crossed my arms over my chest and assessed him. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, of course. Why would you think it wasn’t?” he laughed.
“I didn’t realize you were into decorating. Is that like a hidden talent you possess?”
He snorted. “Uh, no. But Maddie is, and she’s driving us crazy about the baby's nursery. Makenna says she’s nesting? Sounds weird to me.” He picked up the bottle and drank more before looking back at me. “What’s your schedule looking like next week?”
“I’m pretty open, why? What did you have in mind?”
His eye brightened as he bit his bottom lip and moved to stand in front of me. Leaning down, he kissed my neck and jaw. He wanted something, and I was all in. “Lennox told me about a food tour Dane took in Mexico City.”
That wasn’t what I was expecting, but I smiled. “Okay. What about it?”
More kisses as he sucked on my earlobe. “I want to get out of here and take you to Mexico City. We can eat and sleep, have sex, and I really want to skinny dip.”
Unable to hold my laughter back, I pulled away and looked at him. “You don’t have to threaten me with a good time. I’ll go anywhere you want to go, say the word.”
His grin was infectious. “Good. I’ve always wanted to travel during the offseason, and we had such a good time in London. I want more of that with you.”
“Baby, you had me at sex,” I growled, taking his mouth in a hard kiss.
Our tongues swept over one another as we devoured each other.
The heat between us grew until I dropped to my knees, yanked his elastic waist shorts to the floor, and swallowed his cock.
Mason threaded his hands through my hair and moaned as I practiced my oral skills.
When his thighs began to shake, I took him deeper until he blew his load.
When I got off the floor, my boyfriend picked me up and sat my ass on the counter.
With a feral look in his eyes, he unzipped my trousers and pulled out my hard shaft.
Swiping his tongue over the moist head, he licked at my cock as he pushed me onto my back.
“Raise your hips,” he ordered, making me shiver. I liked this side of him.
Complying, he tugged down my pants and dropped them to the floor. With his eyes on mine, he slid me to the edge of the island until my ass hit the edge. “Can I try something?”
“Yes. Whatever you want,” I moaned.
Pushing my knees toward my chest, Mason dropped down and attacked my hole like a man on a mission.
The rasp of his beard against my sensitive skin almost had me cumming on the spot.
Moving to my cock, he took it into his mouth as he circled my hole.
Popping off, he continued his ministrations as he met my eyes.
“I want to milk your prostate. Is that okay?”
Damn, his words alone were going to make me shoot. All I could do was nod and pant as he slipped a finger in and found my prostate. His stop-and-go motions brought me to the edge, then backed off just enough to make me want to beg. “Mason…”
“I know, Tommy. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Grunting, I was becoming impatient. “Yes, but I need to come. And this granite is uncomfortable…”
That was all I had to say to make him work with intent to send me over the edge. “Crap, baby. I’m sorry.”
Stroking my prostate intently, he took my cock into his mouth and sent me into an earth-shattering orgasm. “Mason, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He withdrew his mouth from my cock, but continued to rub my gland. “I want to do that with you sometime. If you want that.”
My eyes slowly opened as he leaned over me. “I would never say no to you.”
Mason leaned over me as he withdrew his finger. Before he took my mouth, he looked into my eyes with the sweetest expression I’d ever seen. “I love you, Thomas.” Then he kissed me, leaving no doubt how much he loved me.
The following weekend, we dropped the dogs off with Erin and Hudson, then headed to the airport for our six-hour flight to Mexico City.
We spent four glorious days exploring the city, and at night, we lost ourselves in each other.
And thanks to an international calling plan, he was able to stay in touch with Maddie.
“Do you think Hudson could keep the girls a couple more days?” Mason asked.
“I don’t know. Why?”
A smile lit his face. “I want to take you to Playa del Carmen. It’s so beautiful.”
I took his face in my hands. “I’ll call Hudson.”
“No. Let me since this is my idea.” Kissing me quickly, he dialed Evan’s number, then pointed at a taco stand. “Carne asada.”
It was my turn to buy, so I headed over and ordered four while he checked in with Evan. With four tacos in hand and two bottles of water, I headed back to him as he ended the call. “What did they say?”
His grin told me everything I needed to know. “They’re great with it. Told us to take our time and enjoy our vacation.”
I frowned as I handed him his food. “I should probably consider getting a dog sitter for the house.”
Mason agreed. “We can do that. Carson has one. I’ll check with him when we get back.”
After finishing our food, we went back to the hotel to change our flight.
The next day, we checked into a swanky resort, right on the beach, that offered a private pool of our own. “You know what this means, right?” Mason asked.
I did know what it meant. “Skinny dipping?”
“Skinny dipping. And no tan lines.” He waggled his brows as he stripped out of his clothes.
“I think I’ve created a monster.”
His grin was back, and if being naked for the next few days would keep that smile on his face, I was all in. When the sun began to set, we stripped down again and climbed into the warm water. The pool lights made the water a brilliant blue as we hung onto the edge and watched the sun go down.
“Would you believe I’ve never skinny dipped until today?” I said.
Mason ran a hand over my bare ass. “I’m so happy I could be here for your first time. It really feels good not to be encumbered by Lycra. I like the way the water feels against exposed nether regions.”
I laughed and continued to watch the sun drop into the ocean. We took in the sounds of the rolling waves, relaxing us both.
“Are you having a good time, Tommy?” There was apprehension in his voice.
Turning my head, I lay it down on my arms. “Yes. Are you?”
“The best. I wanted to spend some time with you before the season starts. It’s going to get crazy.”
I sighed. “I know, sweetheart.”
Mason gazed at me. “Have you made a decision about your job offers?”
Now it was my turn to sigh. “I have eliminated one. The job in L.A. is a no. Being stuck in an office all day isn’t what I want anymore. Things have changed.”
“For the better, I hope.”
I smiled. “For the best.”
“What about the other two options?”
I blew out a breath. “They are both very attractive. I love the idea of being with you all the time on the road, and it will definitely make it easier to pay off my mortgage. But working for myself is also attractive. I would have more flexibility in scheduling, and I could take the jobs I want. I’ve got my savings in case clients become scarce. But I think I could make it.”
Mason stared at me for a long moment before he spoke. “What if the mortgage wasn’t an issue? If you took that off the table, which would you choose?”
“But it is an issue.”
“What if I could make it go away?”
I frowned. “You’re not paying my mortgage off, Mason. I know you have money, but that’s not going to happen.”
He turned his body to me, then took me in his arms. “Hear me out, okay?”
I tilted my head to the side. He was not paying off my house. But I needed to hear him out. “Okay.”
“What if you moved in with me? My house is paid for, and you can sublet your apartment to make the mortgage if you don’t want to sell it.
Think about how happy we could be. We spend almost every night together as it is.
You come home from work and pull into our garage.
The girls are outside sunning themselves on the deck.
We go to bed together every night, and start every day together.
No more driving across town, no more deciding which house we’re staying at.
And one day, we’ll get married and start a family of our own.
” He pulled me closer until our cocks were jockeying for position. “Say yes to our happily ever after.”
Mason’s lips found mine as we held one another. I wanted everything he just said, but could it be that easy? When he pulled back, he placed his forehead on mine. “Please, Tommy.”
Closing my eyes, I listened to my heart for the first time in my life. I couldn’t deny that what he said had become my dream too. A life with Mason was everything I wanted. “Okay, sweetheart. Yes. I’ll move in with you. On one condition.”
He looked at me warily. “What’s that?”
“You have to agree to never paint a baby’s room brown.”