Chapter 26

Ash

Tuesday morning rolled around, and I finished packing all my things. I had no idea what Milan was like or what the weather might be like, so I jammed a little bit of everything into a suitcase and sat on it so it would close. Then I called Luna to double-check that me going was going to be all right.

“Luna, are you sure? I already took the weekend off.”

“And now you will take the rest of the week,” she said. “Just remember, there’s—”

“The silk-wool yarn you want me to bring back so you can make a winter blanket. Yes, Luna, I heard you.”

“Why is this so hard for you?” she asked.

“Why is what so hard?”

“For you to follow your dreams,” she said.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” I said, chuckling nervously.

“A rich man is offering to take you to the one place you’ve always wanted to go to study jewelry making. Why is it so hard for you to just go?”

“Because I have responsibilities, Luna, like to you and to work.”

“And I’ve told you my niece is going to help in the store,” she said.

“Well, okay then.”

“So, why did you call again?” Luna asked. “We talked about this yesterday.”

“I don’t know, all right? I don’t know why it’s always so hard. Maybe because shit like this doesn’t happen to me.”

“Language, Ash.”

“Sorry. But stuff like this doesn’t happen to women like me, Luna. We don’t get whisked away and handed our dreams on a platter.”

“Doesn’t seem to be the case here,” she said.

I sighed. “I guess not.”

“Why are you really so combative?”

“Don’t you have a store to run?” I asked.

“Answer the question, and then you’ll be ready for Milan. Why are you fighting this?”

“Because…”

“I’m waiting,” Luna beckoned.

“Because I really like him, all right? He’s special, and kind, and handsome. And yeah, we had some serious hiccups in the beginning because of how we met. Sure, I met him on a dating site because no guy—”

“Fast forward, please,” Luna groaned.

I chuckled. “Well, you asked.”

“Let me give you some advice from a woman who’s already lived her life. Even if it doesn’t last forever, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t ride the wave.”

“What if I want it to be forever?” I asked.

“Then you have to stick around long enough for forever to happen.”

“Luna?”

“Yes, Ash?”

“Thanks.”

“Have fun in Milan. And don’t forget!”

“The yarn. I got it.”

I hung up the phone and knew she was right. Maybe Mason and I weren’t supposed to last forever, but did that mean I had to turn down everything he was handing me right now? I dragged my overpacked suitcase off the bed and tossed my keys to Frank, and she made some quip about inviting Winston over or something.

“Yeah,” I said. “Have fun with that.”

“Oh, Ash!” Frank called out.

“What? I’m gonna be late!”

“Lock that shit down while you got the chance. I’ve never seen you smile like this with a guy.”

I sighed. “I’ll try, Frank.”

“Plus, that bastard’s loaded. I expect a couch just for me in his gigantic home once you start popping out kids.”

“Jesus, Frank,” I said, shaking my head.

“Have fun in Paris!”

“Milan!” I shouted back.

“He should be taking you to Paris! I bet it’s nice to fuck while taking in the skyline.”

I sighed in relief when I stepped out onto the curb and saw the limo waiting for me. I got in, but Mason wasn’t there. The driver was quick to quell my fears.

“Mason is checking the jet before the two of you take off. He’s already at the airport.”

I sat back and watched the scenery roll by, and when we turned into the lot for the airport, I saw Mason standing on the tarmac. I threw the limo door open before the driver even came to a stop, and Mason sent someone to get my massive luggage bag while he escorted me onto the plane.

“Wow, it’s cozy in here,” I said.

“Have you ever been on a plane before?” he asked.

“How dare you insinuate that I don’t do things!”

“You’ve never been on a plane, have you?” he said.

“Well, no,” I admitted. “But shame on you for insinuating it nonetheless.”

“Come here, you.”

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a kiss. My body melted into him in the middle of the jet. I pulled back and smiled up at him, and that was when he helped me into my seat. I buckled myself in and the pilot came back to let us know how long the flight would be, and then the jet began to taxi on the tarmac. I white-knuckled the seat and watched the world slowly bow below us. Mason’s voice rose above my nerves.

“I spy with my eye something black,” he said.

“Really?” I snickered.

“Come on, black,” he urged.

I rattled off a few things and finally landed on my bracelet, and when he smiled, I knew it was my turn.

“I spy with my eye something…red.”

“Your lips,” he said.

“Nope,” I said.

“Your cheeks.”

“Not a chance.”

“Your necklace,” he whispered.

He reached his hand out and traced the jewelry I had on. My skin heated up underneath his touch.

“No,” I said.

“Don’t tell me it’s the exit sign,” he said.

“Maybe,” I choked out.

“That’s no fun. But I spy with my eye something…green.”

He stared deep into my eyes, and our faces move closer together.

“My eyes?” I said.

“Maybe,” he whispered.

Our lips connected just as the seat belt sign flicked off, and I heard him unbuckle himself from the seat before he slid to his knees on the floor. He trailed his plump mouth down my neck, and his hands grasped at my tits. Soon, he shifted himself in between my legs.

“You’re way too tense,” he said. He placed open-mouthed kisses on my heaving chest, and his hands slowly snake their way up my dress.

“You know, I bet this vehicular thing we’ve got going on borders on a fetish,” I said.

He bit my inner thigh, and it caused me to jump. I was soaking my panties. He hooked his fingers in them and pulled them down to my ankles.

He groaned. “God, you smell so good.”

He wasted no time in exploring my pussy folds. His fingertips parted them so he could get to my swollen clit, and I slid down in my seat and hooked my legs over his shoulders. God, the things this man’s tongue could do to me were nothing short of addicting. He was quickly ruining me for every man who would ever come after him.

“Yes, just like that,” I said.

Fire rushed down my arms and legs as he slowly sank his finger into my wet entrance. I loved this part of him, this part that could bring me to the edge and throw me over before I had time to catch my breath. I rolled my hips down on his face, and he lost himself in my juices. My body pulled taut and convulsed with pleasure. I wrapped my hands in his hair and held him close to my body.

“Mason, holy shit,” I moaned.

He hummed his delight into my body before he pulled back, and I saw how painfully engorged his dick was in his pants. I patted the seat next to me, and he got back into it. When I finally collected myself, I slid out of my chair and scooted myself in between his legs.

“Oh, god yes,” he whispered.

I freed his throbbing cock from the confines of his clothes and wasted no time in wrapping my lips around his swollen tip. My ruby red lipstick smeared onto his skin, but the moment he wrapped his hands in my hair, I no longer gave a shit. I took him as deep as I could before I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. His hips bucked into my mouth while his raging cock continued to pump down my throat.

“Ash. Yes. God, you’re perfect.”

I groaned in ecstasy, and it caused his entire body to shiver underneath me. His balls curl up into his body. He shot his thick streams into my mouth, and I greedily drank him down, reveling in how he tasted while his body shook in the seat of his jet.

“Jesus, you’re good at that,” he whispered.

“I’ve had practice,” I said.

The rest of the flight was full of light conversation and naps. Eventually, Mason woke me up when we started descending into Italy. I had to buckle my seat belt, and he held my hand while the plane landed.

The sights and sounds that hit my ears when we disembarked beckoned to me. I literally felt like I had finally arrived home, and tears crested my eyes even as I looked around the tarmac.

We got into yet another limo that took us to the house Mason had rented out for us. The beauty of it was astounding. The gray cobblestone lent the house an old Italian charm, and the hill the house sat on overlooked the downtown area.

Flowers bloomed in every window of the house, and all the furniture inside had been made from wood harvested right there in that same town. And the added amenities were incredible. There was an outdoor pool that transitioned into an indoor pool, and every bedroom had a full bath attached to it. The kitchen was outfitted with every type of food you could ever want to cook in the updated and renovated space, and there was a small pantry door that actually opened up into a floor-level wine cellar.

“Holy shit,” I said.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“It never ceases to amaze me how rich you are, because I’d never be able to afford anything remotely close to this.”

Mason threw his head back and laughed, and it was music to my ears. He led us to the room we would be inhabiting, in which doors opened to a little balcony with two wrought-iron chairs that overlooked the city of Milan below.

“It’s so beautiful here,” I said.

“So, I have a surprise for you, but you’ll have to get some sleep for it.”

“And what is this surprise?” I asked.

“You have your first jewelry making class tomorrow in Milan. I’m going to take you, and then we’re going to get some lunch together before another one that will take you into the evening.”

“Wait. What?”

“I have classes booked for you all week,” he said.

My jaw swung down to my knees. I couldn’t believe it. This beautiful man had whisked me away to Milan for the week, and in the two days he’d thrown this all together, he’d gotten me a passport, taken me on my first plane trip, and booked me jewelry making classes I thought I’d only ever attend in my wildest dreams.

“Oh, Mason,” I said.

I threw my arms around him, and we both staggered inside. We fell to the bed while my hands explored the extent of his body. By the time I was done licking and sucking every single crevice I could put my lips on, he rocked his hips into mine.

He threw me over the edge time and time again. He took me from behind, and I slammed myself down onto his hips. I sat backward in his lap while he played with my nipples. We never bothered to close the balcony doors, and we were pretty sure the entire city of Milan now knew our names. By the time we were done, our bodies were covered in sweat and the room smelled like sex. Neither of us cared when we fell asleep in each other’s arms that night.

Something told me neither of us would ever care, no matter what night it was.