31. Mason
Chapter thirty-one
Callie Baby,
Do you remember the letter we read where Greyson told Florence there was something he needed to do to ensure they stayed together?
We’ve always felt his love through the pages, but now I think I understand the depth of his longing.
There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to call you my girl.
I want to give you everything you want in life—you and Navie.
I want to be everything to you both. I might not get everything right, but never doubt my love for you is boundless. Unyielding. Eternal.
Yours, Mason.
I’ve always loved expensive things, so it’s a good fucking thing I’m rich. I don’t hesitate to buy the newest model on the market, whether it’s a watch, a car, or a boat, but I think this particular catamaran will be passed down to my children’s children.
It’s only a few months old, having had a few day trips with my family so far, but one thing I’m grateful for is that the bed remains unchristened.
Now that I see Callie and Navie standing in my space, looking so firmly a part of my world, it’s like they always belonged here, and I don’t like the thought of my old life ever touching them.
I can’t possibly get rid of this boat now, because it’s the place where I stood, looking at the girl of my dreams and thought, fuck, I’m so in love with her.
I should have seen it coming. She had a hold of me from the start, but it probably took root when we walked through the house together, and I bought it without realising I had already made it my mission to make her dreams come true.
Callie stands in the shallow water, holding Navie high enough that she can watch her little feet splash. They’re wearing matching bathers. Navie’s has cute little ruffles, and Callie’s is cut high on her thigh, showing off her dreamcatcher tattoo.
We’ve been out all morning. Navie should be ready for a nap soon, so we decided to anchor somewhere private and calm for a final swim before we put her down and have the picnic lunch I made for us.
I don’t mind cooking. Grams taught all of us kids how to cook when we were growing up—feeding people is her love language.
I haven’t had the opportunity to do it much because there was no one to cook for—but I love doing it for Callie.
I take the stairs off the boat and step into the crystal blue water.
Navie looks up when she hears me coming, her arms and legs cycling to get to me, and my heart clenches.
I never really gave much thought to being a dad, but I can’t deny the way Navie unlocks something protective in me.
Some wholesome kind of love that’s built on a foundation of wanting her to have everything and being the one to give it to her.
“Hey, Blue.” She gives me the brightest smile as I take her from her mum, lifting her above my head. Her tiny toes curl in as she giggles, so I bring her into my chest, then lift her up again—more toe-curling giggles.
I laugh with her as I do it a few more times. The final time I bring her down, she tucks her head into my neck.
My stomach feels warm and tight at the sweet gesture, my hand rubbing up and down her back as she snuggles into me. The same caramel smell I recognise from Callie floats off the top of her head, mixed with the coconut sunscreen put on her earlier.
“I think it might be time for her feed now,” Callie says, smiling softly as she watches us. “This little girl’s tired.”
“I could use a nap too,” I say, wading through the water with Navie still in my arms. I offer a hand to Callie so she can jump onto the stairs before handing her daughter over.
“Doing nothing but sunbathing has a funny way of taking it out of you,” she says, but that’s not why I want to go to bed.
My eyes trail up her bare legs. Her skin looks like it’s glowing against the neon pink swimsuit, and the water droplets slipping over her hips have a direct line of communication with my cock.
“Ohhhh, I don’t plan on sleeping, Trouble.” I pull myself onto the boat, eager to forego lunch so I can eat her instead.
Callie’s cheeks grow pink, and her eyes shift around us. There’s no one close to where we’ve stopped, and only a handful of boats have passed by in the hour we’ve been stopped here.
“Mason,” she says my name with a gasp, and I know I’ve affected her.
I chuckle as she spins on her heel, heading to the dining table. I keep moving past her into the top-of-the-line kitchen, heating up the pumpkin and sweet potato gnocchi I whipped up last night as she sits down and starts feeding Navie.
I cut up some watermelon to go with the salad, along with slices of fresh sourdough I picked up at a market stall this morning when I stopped by Callie’s favourite cookie stand for our dessert.
By the time I’ve set everything on the table, Callie’s finished feeding Navie and changed her into dry clothes so she’s ready to go to sleep.
“This looks amazing,” Callie says, seated next to me.
“I hope you like it. I’ve not made vegan stuff before.”
“You made this?”
I nod and steal Navie from her so she can eat with two hands. I’d rather watch her enjoy my cooking and embrace the way she lets me look after her, knowing it’s becoming my favourite thing to do.
“I can try to put her down so we can both eat,” she says, serving a spoonful of salad on her plate.
“No. I wanna hold her.” I adjust Navie in my arms, so she’s lying back, head in the crook of my elbow and body tucked against my stomach. She lies there quietly, curious eyes looking between me and her mum.
I can feel Callie’s eyes on me, and she serves me a plate too.
“How’s your mum doing?”
Callie sighs. “Throwing herself back into work, but it’s better than how she used to get when Dad wouldn’t come home.
She’d never want to leave the house, but now she’s keeping herself busy.
Distracting herself. I spoke to Caspian yesterday, and he said she’s spending more time with her friends, ones that she’d pulled back from a little over the years. ”
“Are you still thinking you’ll take a drive back home to see her?”
She nods. “I think I should. It’ll be good to see my brother, too. I miss him.”
By the time we finish lunch, Navie has passed out in my arms. I almost don’t want to put her down, too content to hold her, but I also can’t pass up some alone time with her mum.
It’s too easy to picture this as my normal life. Working with Callie every day, then coming home to the both of them every night.
My parents have always worked together, and I used to wonder if they ever got sick of each other’s company. I guess the difference is finding someone who’s not just a lover but a friend. Someone who brings excitement and challenge as much as they bring peace in the quiet.
I set up a travel cot earlier in one of the bedrooms. Callie stays with Navie until she’s settled while I clean the dishes, then sit back down, arms stretched over the chair as I wait.
When Callie walks back in, baby monitor in hand, she give me a curious look.
“Is she down?” I ask.
Callie nods, settling the monitor on the bench, and I tap the table in front of me.
“What?” She chuckles.
“Sit.”
“Here?” She slides behind the booth, seated on the table beside me instead of in front of me.
I grab her ankle, lifting it over my lap as I slide over, keeping her legs apart so I can settle my shoulders between them.
“Good boys eat at the table.”
I trace my fingers up the inside of her thigh until I reach her bathers and pull them aside.
My groan is deep with want, my cock thickening in my swim shorts, aching to be inside her.
“I’m going to eat this pretty pussy, and then I’m going to fuck you.” My thumb rubs over her clit, and she moans softly. “Any objections?”
“What if someone sees?”
“No one’s around.” I press a kiss to the side of her knee. “Do you trust me?”
She nods, her chest heaving, and she opens her legs wider. I pull her forward until her bare cunt is just inches from my face. Grinning, I lean in and drag my tongue from her opening to her clit. Callie drops her head back with a gasp as she grips my hair and rolls her hips.
“Fuck,” I groan as I eat her just as desperately as she fucks herself against my face.
She eases back until she’s reclining against the tabletop, and her moans grow breathless. Her other hand grips my head as her feet press into my back. I suck on her clit, flicking my tongue back and forth until she’s crying my name.
By the time she coats my tongue with her release, my dick is spilling pre-cum.
I slide along the bench seat to get up, gripping her thighs to swivel her body around. Her legs hang off the end, and I make quick work of ridding us both of our clothes, save for her hot pink bikini top.
Her hand finds my wrist as I hold her steady, fingers spanning the ink over her thigh. She’s writhing in place, looking so fucking hot as she waits for me to take her.
I hold my cock to her pussy, rubbing the piercing over her clit and earning a stumbling gasp. My balls tighten as I make myself wet with her cum, like a branding claim. No one else will own me the way she does.
Her nails rake over my skin, her eyes find mine.
“Mason.” She whimpers. “Please.”
I push inside, already on the brink of coming as her fluttering pussy welcomes me.
Lifting her other leg, I wrap them both around my hips and hold her by the ankles as I drive in.
Her tits bounce as I fuck her harder, and she swivels her hips, meeting my rhythm as my piercing hits her G-spot.
“Fuck, Callie, that’s it. Show me how much your needy little cunt loves my cock.”
Her back arches up, and I can see her nipples are rock solid beneath her bather top. I lean forward, biting her nipple through the fabric before pulling it aside and bringing the hard bud to my mouth.
“God, Mason. I love when you do that.” Callie holds my head, grinding her clit against me as I hold her breast and squeeze. I nip and lick, savouring the sweet milk that drips free, and when her pussy clamps down on me, I moan into her neck, spilling my cum inside her.
“Fuck,” I gasp, pulling out, dick still leaking as I take myself in hand and jerk up and down, coating her clit and pussy in the last of my release.
Her legs clench around my hips, body still squirming as if hot need still burns inside her.
I bring a hand to her neck, pulling her to my lips for a kiss.
“Lie down,” I say, then carefully guide her down until her back touches the table.
My hand slides from her neck to her chest and stomach until it slips through the cum I marked her with. I push two fingers inside, then twist my palm so I can rub her clit. With the pressure firm, I massage against her inner wall, feeling the rough patch on top.
Callie’s eyes fly open, her hands gripping the edge of the table as her mouth drops open with a silent scream.
“Relax, baby,” I soothe, my other hand coming up to lightly pinch and twist her nipple.
She chokes out a gasp, and her legs tremble where they’re locked around me.
“You can do it.” I push down on her clit with my palm as my fingers make a come-hither motion. Not too fast, and not too slow, just steadily coaxing her pleasure forward until I feel her pulsing around me.
Her body shakes with a wild moan. “That’s my good girl, let me have it.” I thrust my hand a little quicker. “I need it so bad, baby. Come for me. Please.”
Callie gushes over my hand, squirting all over the table, and I’ve never seen anything more stunning than my girl.
“Ohh, look how good you did for me.” I praise her as one hand caresses her stomach and over her thighs, and the other draws in and out of her pussy while the violent tremors subside.
I lean over her, pressing kisses to her along her jaw. “That was so fucking beautiful.”
“Did you break me?” she pants. Her eyes are closed, and her cheeks are red from exertion.
“Never, baby. I’ll always look after you.”