Chapter Five
Harper
I crossed my legs, and then uncrossed them. Mason had been more polite and romantic than any man I had ever been with, but my needs for this evening were extending beyond just a simple wine and dine. I had already snuck closer to him when he was looking at his phone, but as we chatted I couldn’t tell if he could see how anxious I was to get out of the fancy restaurant, how my body wanted to rip out of this dress and have him take me, over and over again.
Watching him as he spoke only made me more attracted to him, to the point that I had to turn my eyes away. Thankfully, the cheating senator and his lover had gone, so I didn’t have to watch them in disgust.
“Ready, then?”
I looked up. I hadn’t realized Mason had stood, holding out his arm for me. I took the opportunity, leaning against him, wondering if he could feel the warmth of my skin seeping through our clothes.
Mason checked his watch as we walked out of the restaurant, arm in arm.
“It’s still somewhat early.” He gave me a little wink that set me off again. “How about some dessert? I have the keys to the mansion.”
“How do you know Asher won’t be there, or Natalie?” I asked, frowning a little.
“They won’t be.”
“How do you know? Do you live there?”
He laughed, waving off the question. I frowned a little more, glad that the darkness obscured my expression from him.
How did Mason have such unlimited access to the mansion? More and more I was beginning to think that he lived there, but hadn’t he had made it clear he wasn’t that rich? Shaking my head, I tried to push any doubts away. I didn’t think Mason would lie to me; he seemed completely sincere in almost every conversation we’d had thus far.
Yeah, but you always think that, that niggling voice in my head sounded, that’s why you have such bad luck with men.
No. Mason was different. I wasn’t willing to believe that silly voice of logic, especially with Mason standing next to me, helping me into the car.
When we got back to the mansion, it looked like it had when there was a mixer going on, at least from the outside. Outdoor lights lined the driveway, giving the mansion a warm, homey feeling.
“This way.” He led me into the mansion, where dim lights lit the way.
“Ouch,” I winced as one of my very sore feet cramped up. I stopped, leaning against the wall, cursing the heels I had insisted on wearing for Mason. “Would you mind if I took off my shoes? My feet are killing me. Heels hurt.”
“No need,” Mason said, scooping me up, heels and all.
“Put me down!” I squealed, giggling. He laughed, ignoring me. I could feel his arm and chest muscles tighten up against me, supporting me completely. I wrapped my arms around his neck, not knowing what else to do with them.
He glanced down at me, smiling. Before I could register what had happened, he set me down in a lawn chair by the mansion’s huge pool. The night was warm, the air perfectly dry and fresh.
“Wow,” I managed to breathe as I looked out over the sparkling, calm water of the pool. “This is lovely.”
“Yes, you are.” He crouched down to open one of the three mini-fridges near the pool. When he straightened, he was carrying a bottle of white wine and a bowl of strawberries.
“Aren’t those for the mixers?”
He shrugged, setting them down on a little table between the lawn chairs. Upside down wine glasses already sat on the tables, waiting for another mixer. He filled two of them up, shoving one into my hand.
“I know how much you like your alcohol.” His voice was light. I could sense a laugh behind his words.
“That’s true,” I replied, sticking my tongue out at him.
“I can think of better uses for that tongue.” He took a large sip of his wine, but I could see his sly grin all the same.
I gasped, laughing. “And all this time I thought you were a gentleman!”
He came and sat down next to me. I looked up at the stars, reveling in their beauty.
“It’s a beautiful night, isn’t it?”
I took a few sips of wine, shivering at the taste of it. It was strong, and almost immediately started going to my head. “Good wine, good friends, good fun—I think I saw that on a greeting card once.”
“I hope that I can be a little more than just a friend.” Mason reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear with a smile.
I took another gulp of wine, watching him as his hand lingered on my face. As I lowered my cup, his face inched closer to mine. I could smell the wine on his breath as his hand cupped my cheek. He looked at me straight in the eyes, and I thought for sure he would kiss me. Instead, he pulled away, taking another drink of his wine. I sat there, stunned, wondering why he hadn’t kissed me right then and there.
“More wine?” He asked, pointing at my glass. I hadn’t realized I’d drained it.
A few glasses of wine later for the each of us, and my vision started to blur a little.
He stood up, taking off his jacket and throwing it onto another lawn chair. “It’s so hot out,” he complained, loosening his tie.
I felt drowsy. Every muscle in my body had relaxed. But as Mason began to unbutton his shirt, bringing back memories of the first night I had seen him, I sat up a little straighter, intrigued.
“What are you doing?” I giggled.
“What are we doing, is the question to ask,” he retorted, throwing his shirt off to the side. “Ever done something crazy, Harper Browning?”
“Sure, but—” I froze as I felt his hands on the back of my dress, unzipping it. “Mason!” I laughed, a little too tipsy to be disturbed.
“Shh,” he cooed, bringing his face close to my ear so I could feel his hot breath on my skin. “Let’s go for a swim.”
I stepped out of my dress and laid it neatly on the lawn chair, knowing Avery would kill me if I didn’t take care of it. Mason undid his belt, eyes watching me. My own eyes traveled down his muscular chest and torso to land on his hands. Suddenly, he had dropped his pants and underwear. I looked away, feeling shy.
“Something crazy.” He grinned, walking over to me and gently unlatching my bra. His hands traced my curves as his fingers hitched onto my underwear, pulling them down my legs. “You’re beautiful,” he coaxed, taking my hands away from my chest, letting my bra fall to the ground.
My buzzed feeling subsided a little as I stared at him. His piercing blue eyes took my entire naked body in, and suddenly he grinned, taking my hand and leading me into the pool.
“How’s this for crazy?” Mason dove perfectly into the water, hardly making a splash.
“Pretty crazy,” I replied, giggling as I climbed in.
The water sluiced around my body, making me feel free and more alive than I had ever felt. A slight steam rose up from the pool and into the night sky. I floated on my back over to Mason, who watched all the while.
“You’re beautiful,” he repeated, his voice as smooth as the water around me. “Absolutely beautiful.”
I grinned, feeling his hands glide over my waist, tugging me to him. “I think I know what would be even crazier than right now,” I smiled a little, my own hands automatically going behind his neck, forcing his face closer to mine.
Suddenly he kissed me, pressing his mouth hungrily against mine, all the tension of the past couple of days coming through his actions. I fell back against the wall of the pool, standing in the water, limbs feeling heavy from the sudden gravity but supported by his strong arms. His hand buried in my hair, forcing my lips up to his again as his tongue slipped into my parted mouth, taking a taste. I felt the water droplets on his chest as he pressed his body against me, his hard member growing in between my thighs.
He pulled my head back, still holding my hair, exposing the tender skin of my neck to his lips and teeth. I groaned at the feeling of his hot breath on me, the way his hand traveled down from my chin and felt its way over my body. His fingers teased the skin into spasms of delight, my back arching involuntarily.
Mason stopped kissing me for a moment, steam rising up as the water evaporated on his toned body, piercing blue eyes taking me in. One of his hands was still tugging on my hair, the other feeling the flat of my stomach. I glanced at him, panting hungrily for more, begging for more with my eyes. His fingers moved down beneath the water, spreading out over my hipbone. Suddenly he was inside of me, feeling my depths with his fingers.
I tugged at him, wanting to get closer to him. My leg wrapped around him, forcing his fingers deeper inside me, my lips moving to kiss his neck. I shivered as he hit just the right spot inside of me, stroking it calmly, teasing some more.
“Mason,” I cried. “Please...”
He grinned, the expression short lived as he bent his head down, burying his face between my ear and neck, his breath again giving me goose bumps. With a short, clipped movement, he brought my other leg up. I groaned as he took his fingers out of me, hands cupping my ass, kneading the skin between his strong, capable fingers.
“What, Harper?” He whispered, pushing me up against the side of the pool again, my back digging into the plastic. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I told him, a gasp escaping my lips as I felt his length probing me, looking for entrance.
He started slowly at first, letting my body adjust to his girth. But within seconds, he had slid all the way in, my body wrapping tightly around his. He thrust himself up inside me, hands still on my ass, controlling my movements. I trembled at the feeling, collapsing onto him, wrapping my arms around his body and listening to his ragged breathing against me.
When he shifted down, I could feel his length slide down inside of me, making me grab onto him tighter, wanting more. He laughed beneath me.
“Patience, Harper.”
His voice instantly calmed me as I obeyed, letting him take his time, pulling out of me before nearly instantly returning, penetrating me again, hitting up against every sensitive spot I had. He began with slow, calculated movements, his hips rolling as he moved inside of me, in and out. My hips responded to his, my breaths coming in short, soft gasps. He brought me up a little further, burying his face in my breasts as his body grinded up against mine. His mouth explored the space between my breasts, moving to the side and wrapping his lips around one of my nipples, tongue swirling about the tip and making me moan.
My senses heightened as he continued to pound into me, his movements fast and pleasurable now. I could feel him shudder beneath me, hands moving up to clutch at my back. He didn’t slow, his teeth biting gently into my breast, using the mound to muffle his own moan.
The tingly sensation started in my stomach and moved to cover my entire body. I looked up toward the sky, high moans coming from my mouth without any effort on my part. His steady rhythm made me tighten around his member, body aching for release. Suddenly I was there, gasping at the stars, my head filling with grey pleasure. I could feel his fingers dig into me as he released as well, spilling his warmth inside of my convulsing form.
When I came back down, my body felt like lead. He caught me, cradling my head and giving me another kiss. Picking me up, he carried me out of the pool and set me down on a lawn chair. I needed him close, tugging on his arm.
Obliging, he moved around and laid down next me, his hand stroking my belly and breasts, naked body cuddling against mine. I lost all track of time.
“Whoa,” was all I could say, my head spinning from the leftover pleasure. I trembled with the gravity of it all.
I felt him kiss the back of my neck, still stroking my skin gently. “That good, huh?”
“Wasn’t it for you?”
He laughed, giving my ass a light smack. “How can you even ask that?”
I grinned. “I feel like this is what it’s like at the Playboy mansion.” I rambled, talking nonsense in the midst of my ecstasy.
“It’s kind of similar.”
“What? You’ve been there?”
He shrugged. “This is much better. It’s getting kind of chilly, though.” He said, leaving the subject behind.
I hadn’t noticed how much I was shivering. The night was in full swing and the temperature was dropping.
“Can you walk yet?” Mason teased. I turned and stuck my tongue out at him. “You and that tongue,” he laughed, shaking his head. He took my hand, tugging me up.
The pool still looked pristine and perfect in the moonlight.
“I think there are some towels in the pool house,” he told me, leading me through the palm trees and other greenery that surrounded the pool. I noticed then that we were on a path that wasn’t noticeable from the initial vantage point of the pool. Leaves brushed up against my body as we walked toward the little building. “After you.” He said gallantly.
I giggled, walking in.
Stacks of towels and cleaning supplies sat in one corner of the room. A tiny couch and television sat in the other. The building felt like a greenhouse, nice and warm. Mason grabbed some towels and gave them to me, keeping a few for himself.
I dried myself quickly, running the fabric over my skin. Suddenly I stopped, staring at Mason. He had tied a towel around his waist, but was watching as I moved my towel along my legs and torso.
Slowly, I let the towel drop the floor, stepping closer to him. “What’s wrong?” I asked him, knowing full well that nothing was wrong.
“Nothing.” His lips formed the words, but he simply stared, waiting for me to make the next move.
I watched his face as I moved closer, undoing the towel at his waist, slipping my hand down and grabbing his hardening length. “I think someone is a little turned on,” I teased.
He smiled faintly, fingers trailing down my cheek before resting on my chin, pushing my head up to meet his lips. He twitched in my grasp, as I moved my hand up and down his length.
I broke away first, moving my mouth down his body, licking and sucking his skin, feeling his muscles tighten and contract beneath my mouth as my fingers played with him. That was when I went to my knees, grinning up at him before I brought my tongue to him, taking a taste.
“Harper...” Mason warned, and I could feel him grow even more in my fist.
I took him in my mouth, sucking gently. His fingers reached down to bury themselves in my wet hair as he struggled to maintain control. I swirled my tongue along his length, playing with his tip, stroking him with my hands.
Suddenly his grip on my hair tightened. He pulled me back up to him, pressing his lips against my mouth, a hand going to my ass and giving it a soft smack again. I grew bolder, pushing my tongue in between his lips and tasting his tongue.
“You and that tongue,” he repeated, laughing as he drew me close again, his member pressing up against my inner thigh and sending my senses tingling.
He backed me up a few steps, pushing me down on the little couch as his mouth traveled my body.
My dream. It was happening in real life. I grew wet with anticipation as his mouth played with my breasts—first one, then the other. I felt the back of his neck, enjoying feeling his muscles move and expand as his mouth worked on my body. He settled his own body between my legs, hands prying them open a little further.
“I want you to enjoy this.”
My eyes rolled up into the back of my head and I closed them, focusing on the way his tongue suddenly felt on me, taking a taste of my wetness, teasing my clit. My body writhed beneath him, half trying to get away, and half wanting more of the pleasure he was offering. His hands tightened on my thighs, holding them wide open, leaving me exposed to his will. His tongue teased my clit, fingers suddenly stroking my lips, teasing me even more. I brought my hands up to my mouth, biting into my knuckle to stop from screaming for him to take me right then in there. I watched his shoulder muscles as they tightened, the tribal tattoo on his back glistening in the moonlight, folding and bending with his movements.
I felt one of his fingers enter me, still teasing me, refusing to go any deeper. My body moved of its own according, sliding down until I could feel his finger deep inside of me, making me groan. His eyes flicked up to meet mine, a smile playing on his lips as he continued licking me, another one of his fingers joining the other inside of me, pressing up deep on that sweet spot again, almost making me orgasm.
As if sensing my tension, he stopped, pulling his hand away and sending me into a frenzy.
He grabbed my hips, instantly filling me with his large girth, this time unhindered by the water. It slid in quickly, effortlessly. I felt him shudder against me, enjoying my tightness. He pulled all the way out, kissing my protesting lips, grabbing onto my thighs as he came back, pushing back into me.
“Oh, fuck,” Mason groaned, but my body was already convulsing, tightening and loosening around him, spurring him to release.
We both came at the same time. I could feel my wetness drenching him as the grey filled my vision again, like it never had before. He stayed inside of me, this time, collapsing on top of me, breathing hard.
We ended up falling asleep like that, perfectly, as one.
When I woke up, sunlight was already flooding through the tiny windows of the pool house. I looked around, hardly believing what had happened the night before. Mason had his arms wrapped around me; somehow, in the middle of the night, we had ended up side-by-side on the little couch.
I detangled myself from him, smiling slightly as I observed his sleeping figure. His hair was mussed against his forehead, his muscular body still spent and tired from the night before.
I wrapped a towel around myself and snuck out of the building, hoping that Avery’s dress was still where I had left it by the pool. I didn’t remember taking off my shoes; I must have thrown them somewhere.
“Oh, hi there,” a man’s voice greeted me as I stepped back into the pool area.
I almost screamed, clutching at the short towel that was the only thing covering me. I turned to find Hunter looking at me, laughing.
“Hello,” I managed. “Um...”
“Don’t worry,” He put a hand up in front of his eyes. “I won’t tell anyone.”
I turned on my heel and fled back to the pool house.
Damn it! I silently cursed at myself, approaching Mason. You idiot! You should have just waited!
“Mason,” I said, trying not to let the upset I felt coat the tone of my voice. “Wake up.”
He opened his eyes, rubbing them. “What’s up, beautiful?”
“Hunter saw me!” A sinking feeling grew in my stomach. “What if he tells someone?”
I wondered if this would ruin my job at the mansion. I at least still had the restaurant job, but after last night, I certainly didn’t want to fall back on that.
He grabbed my hand, kissing the inside of my palm, sending shivers down my spine. “Don’t worry about it. It’ll be alright.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I can’t wait to see you at the mixer tonight. Don’t forget about it,” he teased, tickling my stomach.
I giggled. His certainty had calmed me, a little. I realized I was looking forward to the mixer, especially since it would give me another chance to be with Mason.