Twisted (Savage Alpha Shifters 2) - Page 163

Oh. He straightens up and I notice that he’s holding that wicker basket his mom brought over. He steps in and sets it on the end of the bed, then pulls out a bath bomb and raises his eyebrows, holding it up.

Mom pipes up. “How about you enjoy the rest of the weekend and call me Monday? You good?”

“Yeah. I think I am,” I say, nodding to Mason who wiggles his eyebrows and then slips into the bathroom with the baseball-sized bath bomb.

“Yeah?” Mom asks. “You are?”

I hear the taps spring to life in the bathroom.

“Maybe,” I whisper.

“That makes me happy.”

“Good luck with the open house,” I say.

“Thanks. Talk to you later, sweetheart. Love you.”

“Love you right back.”

I put the phone down and nab the body scrub and an exfoliating mitt from the basket, then meet Mason in the bathroom.

“Are you joining me?” I ask as Mason sets two fluffy towels on the ledge of the tub.

“One’s for your hair,” he says.

Fragrant bubbles are rising.

I reach into the cupboard where he keeps the towels and pull out two more. “Join me.”

He smiles.

I then pull open a drawer under the vanity cabinet, rooting through his toiletries and find what I’m looking for. A razor. I open the cupboard beside the towel cupboard and find shaving cream and aftershave gel.

Mason watches me with avid interest.

“You borrowin’ my razor, wildberry?”

“Get naked, Doggo. Take a bath with me.”

A few minutes later, I’m straddling him in the deep tub, surrounded by bubbles, his palms drifting up and down my legs sweetly while I shave his face, slowly, carefully.

As I take the final stroke, he’s lifting my hips up a little, then moving me back down so that slowly, inch by inch, I get filled with his hard cock.

“You’ve got a new job, mate. This is the only way this face is getting shaved from here on,” he whispers against my mouth. “Hot as fuck.”

My head rolls back as his hot mouth covers my claiming mark.

***

My old phone makes noise. I’m in the kitchen, making tea, getting ready to sit out on the upper deck while Mason naps.

Despite the way things went last night and today so far, I’m not quite ready to unpack. I’m in a state of… wait and see, I guess. The doubts, the stress… both keep trying to creep in. I’m half-expecting that any minute he’s going to realize this is all a colossal mistake and toss me out on my butt. And I guess that was part of my stress levels this morning when I woke up and he wasn’t here. Like my suspicion that last night was too good to be true was about to be confirmed in the morning light.

I go upstairs with my tea and the thick throw from the couch in the living area and pull my old phone out of my bag. A text from Gloria. A long one. I tuck the old phone into my hoodie pocket with my new phone and take a fortifying breath before slipping outside onto the deck with my tea.

It's a little chilly, but the sun is out, the birds are making noises, and the view is incredibly serene.

I wrap the throw around my shoulders and set my tea on the table between the two lounge chairs.

I stare at the peaceful lake for a moment, thinking maybe I should leave this text until tomorrow. Though… I’m not sure I can stay inside my happy sex bubble, enjoying what Mason is calling our bonding time. We’ve already had sex several times today, including after crepes and bacon which was fed to me by Mason while I sat on his lap. We couldn’t keep our hands off one another. We then made out repeatedly while doing the dishes together before I went upstairs and called Mom. Then, while we were in the tub we had more sex that started in there and continued on in his bed afterwards.

And I’m already thinking about sex again, not long later. I’m thinking that when the weather gets nicer, we can be having sex on this deck in this awesome lounge chair. In broad daylight. With dirty-talking. And at sunset. With more dirty-talking.

He’s napping in the buff in his bed and looking at his shoulders, that tight ass and those muscled legs, I’m tempted to wake him up. How can I still be horny? The moon phase he talked about? The voodoo sex magic? The fact that he’s extraordinarily talented in the sex department? The fact that I’m falling for him?

I swing my legs up, adjusting the back to a comfortable position before repositioning the blanket and lifting the phone to read Gloria’s text, taking a deep, fortifying breath.

Gloria: A little more information. 1. He reused his wedding date with Tiara. And the venue. He had deposits down on that country club.

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