Chapter 27 #2
“With Elliot,” he hums, his lips running up the length of my neck. “You really do taste delicious, angel.”
I tap his arm playfully and step out of his hold. “That’s not why I came here! You’re obsessed.”
“I am.”
“Go get our son, Mason. We came here to give you your coffee.”
“Fuck the coffee.” He tries to pull me back to him, but I push him away.
“Mase, go and get him!” I laugh.
“Fine.” He rolls his eyes and leaves the room, returning a few minutes later with Ellis who now has a perfectly positioned bow tie around his neck. “Look at this champ, Mummy!”
“What’s George done to you?” I follow Mason around the desk and stand leant against his office chair when he sits down with Ellis on his lap. The second I’m close enough, his hand slips down to glide up my inner leg, grasping me just above the knee.
“You came to see me,” he says, looking up at me with a boyish look on his face.
“We missed you. You left without saying goodbye this morning.”
“I didn’t want to wake you both.”
“Always wake me,” I tell him, smoothing my fingers through his ruffled hair. “It was odd waking up at the penthouse.”
“Odd how?”
“I don’t know… It felt like I’d never left.”
“Good. I like that.” He smiles, beckoning my lips with the twist of his.
I lean down and give him a deep kiss, keeping it short for Ellis’s benefit. Mason’s eyes are heavy and full of lust as I pull away. “Come to mine tonight. I don’t want to be alone,” he admits.
“We’re supposed to be taking things slow,” I remind him. I should have known he’d have no restraint. But his honesty has me conflicted, and I already know I won’t deny him.
“I can go slow.” He winks.
“Get away you sex maniac.” I push on his chair and step back.
“I’m serious. Come to mine tonight. We can keep it PG.” He gently slides a hand down Ellis’s back, looking up at me with so much adoration in his eyes it floors me. “I want you both with me. Always.”
My heart sings with his words. Is there anything I want more than to be with this man—always? I don’t think so.
“Will you pick us up on your way home?”
“Of course I will.”
I spend the rest of my day giving Ellis one hundred percent of my time.
The last few months have been nonstop. I started working at the gym, then Mason—he gets his own category all to himself—and then all the preparation for the ball.
For the last year I’ve thrived off of routine–even though I’ve struggled being alone.
But the idea that everything is changing again and so quickly, despite how much I’ve wanted all these things, it still scares me.
Leaning down, I kiss Ellis’s smooth hair, inhaling his sweet shampoo.
Something deep inside of me tells me things are about to change for us again.
Mason doesn’t want us apart anymore, and I get it.
I hate being alone too. But my concerns are that we will move faster than our hearts can handle.
I’d like to think I know Mason, that I can deal with the curve balls that come our way now.
But am I foolish to think that after such a short amount of time we can find our happy again?
Right now, I want to spend my time with my son, snuggling on the sofa and listening to the rain fall outside.
I look down at his little face which is resting against the crook of my arm. “You’re so tired today, baby.”
His wide eyes don’t leave the TV screen and I smile as his small hand clenches my vest, holding me tight. “Daddy will be here soon.”
The sound of my phone vibrating has my eyes snapping open. Ellis is asleep in his cot. He drifted off whilst we were lying on the sofa, and I felt so drained after yesterday and this morning that I decided to have a lie down.
Searching my bed, I find my phone.
“Hey, Scar,” I whisper, pushing back the covers and slipping from the room.
“Hey!” She sounds happy and cheerful, and it instantly lifts my mood. “I just got back from work. I stopped in to see Joey today…”
“You did? Was he okay? What happened?”
She sighs through the phone. “I did pop over to yours after but you weren’t home.”
“I went to the office with Ellis. We took Mason coffee. How was Joey?”
“He let me in. Well, not in, but he opened the door, eventually. He’s definitely struggling, but I think he’s okay. I gave him my number and told him I would pop back in the week which he seemed to be okay about.”
“He was?”
“Yeah. Did he sleep much before all this with his brother?” she asks.
Did he sleep? I would say yes, he never looked tired, but he was a workaholic when it came to his photography. “Most of the time.”
“Well, he isn’t sleeping. I think that’s normal given the circumstances though. I’m pretty sure he’s smoking something as there was a pretty strong smell coming from his apartment. Probably nothing to worry about but is there a neighbour or anyone you know who could check in each day?”
Me. I’m the only one. I know this. “No.”
“Okay, don’t stress over this, Nina. I’ll do my best to go over as much as possible around work.”
“I’m so sorry, Scar. I just wanted to wait a couple days, give Mason time to chill out about Sunday.”
“I get it,” she tells me. “From what you’ve told me, Joey has been through a lot. He probably needs time.”
“Thank you, Scarlet, I appreciate you doing this.”
“You don’t have to thank me. I feel for him, and I want to help.”
She has no idea how much peace of mind it gives me knowing that someone is checking in. “Will you be at Elliot’s on Saturday?” I ask her. “He said he wants us all there.”
“I have work, but I’ll pop in after,” she promises.
“Good, we can catch up properly then.”
“Yes! I’m dying to get the scoop on Lucy and Miller. Things did not sound good at the café on Monday! Have you spoken to her?”
“Not since our coffee date.” Shit! I forgot about Miller. I’m the worst friend.
I hear keys rattling in the door. “I have to go, your brother is here.” I smile as Mason steps into my apartment, he’s still in his suit and looks just as edible as usual.
“Hmmm.”
“Did you just ‘hmmm’ at him,” Scarlet exclaims.
I chuckle down the phone. “Goodbye, Scarlet.”
Mason’s eyes are heavy and locked on me as I hang up the phone. His hands are relaxed at his sides, and he stands and waits, unmoving as he watches me.
“Hello.” I grin, flipping the phone between my fingers.
“Hi.”
I close the distance between us, not being able to help myself. “How was your day?”
His arms wrap around my back, and I stare up at his handsome face. “It was going great… until you showed up, gave me a raging hard-on and left.”
“Umm, I did no such thing. You need to control your urges.”
“You need to take responsibility for your actions.” His boyish grin makes my stomach flip.
“I didn’t do anything.” I chuckle.
“You’re doing it right now.” He grinds his hips into me, his cock hard against my stomach. “Where’s my boy?”
“In his bed,” I whisper, loving the feel of his hands on me.
“He’s a good kid. We need more just like him.”
“If I had a penis, it would be getting soft over that comment.”
His head falls back on a laugh, then he says, “You want me to talk dirty to you, angel?”
“Always.” I grin.
His eyes darken within a millisecond. My Mase—my favourite Mase—is here. “Turn around.”
I spin instantly, a giggle falling from my lips.
“She’s obedient. Who’d have thought?” he tsks.
“What are you going to do to me?” I ask innocently.
His breath fans across the shell of my ear. “What do you want me to do to you?”
I decide to play a little. “I don’t know… I’ve never…” I look down to the ground, hiding my face. “I’m a virgin.”
He handles it well, and I expect him to be laughing when he speaks.
What I don’t expect is what actually happens.
Sliding his hand into my hair, he tugs my head back.
“Well, that just won’t do,” he rasps against my cheek.
His breath is ragged as his chest vibrates at my back.
Pushing me forward, he bends me at the waist, rolling his erection into my ass. “You’ll take me here,” he states.
“I cannot. It’s not a Tuesday.”
His hand connects with my left cheek. “Holy fuck, Mase!” I yelp, shooting forward.
“Watch that mouth. Unless you want me to gag you.”
I giggle again, loving this all a little too much. “I’m not sorry,” I mutter.
“What was that?” He pulls me upright, turning me to face him. “Did you say something?”
His eyes are wild and dark, but I can still see the light in them. He’s more turned on than maybe ever before. “No.”
A sharp brow pops. “Oh, but she lies.”
I shake my head, lowering my eyes to the ground as a small smile pulls at my lips. “No, I swear. I didn’t say a thing.”
“Get on your knees.”
I subtly shake my head, dying a little inside knowing he’s taking this so seriously. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t completely turned on. I fall to the hardwood and onto my knees, licking my lips… because they are dry…
He unbuttons and shrugs out of his shirt, then starts on his belt. His eyes stay trained on me, but my eyes roam his body. “You’re so perfect, Mase,” I tell him, not being able to help myself.
He falters, pausing with his hands on his suit pants. “Are you trying to make me forget your filthy mouth, Pixie?”
I shake my head no.
“Good. ‘Cause it’s about to be fucked.”
“I’ve not done that before. Will you teach me?”
“Of course, I will.” He slides his boxers off, his body flexing as he kicks them to the side.
“You have a really big penis.”
His facade cracks and he breaks out into a breathtaking smile. “Fucking hell.” He chuckles.
Licking his bottom lip, he mouths, “open” before pushing the head of his cock into my mouth.
I slide him a little way in, not doing anything fancy. “Is this okay?”
“Perfect,” he tells me.