Page 70 of Beautiful Disaster

Now, I’m really curious.

After he spritzes my favorite cologne on himself, we head out.

An hour later, I’m staring out the window of a covered snowcat, slowly driving along, high up in the mountains where there’s still snow. The air is a little thinner up here, but the view is fantastic. It’s sunny, and it’s setting down along the San Juan Mountains, casting a golden hue that surrounds us.

“Gorgeous, isn’t it?” Mason says, taking my hand and kissing it.

Our driver ignores us as I lean forward and kiss Mason’s cheek. He smiles so sweetly, almost shyly. What’s gotten into him? Whatever it is makes my heart race, and I’m not sure why.

“You feeling okay?” I tease, pressing the back of my hand to his forehead as if checking for a fever.

He laughs and holds me close. “Never better. I think once my story finally got out, I just feel… I don’t know.”

“Freer?”

He looks at me and nods. “Yeah. Free… I think that sums it up quite nicely. For the longest time, I had this invisible noose around my neck after Jude. But then, this beautiful wreck of a man came literally crashing into my life.” He winks at me and pulls me close against him.

I smirk and roll my eyes. “Please, it was you who crashed into me, thank you very much.”

“All true!”

I rest my head on his shoulder, unable to stop smiling, watching the scenery slowly go by as we start to descend toward the ski resort.

When we arrive, we step out into the cold and walk into the resort’s restaurant. Mason takes my hand as we head toward our reserved table.

“They have a gourmet tasting menu tonight, paired with drinks. You can opt out of the drinks, but I’ve given your age as twenty-two. They shouldn’t card you,” he says, pulling out the chair for me to sit.

When he sits next to me, I lean close and whisper, “What a bad daddy you are.”

He chuckles. “Indeed. I shouldn’t, but I wanted you to enjoy the full experience tonight. It’s only a tasting of wine that’s paired with each dish. Barely a couple of sips each.”

I hold his hand under the table and look at him. “Thank you for this,” I say. I struggle with gratitude a lot. Those words are hard for me to say, but I am grateful to everyone around me, even if I don’t tell them.

“You’re welcome, my pet.”

Mason puts his lips near my ear and tugs on the ring around my neck. “You will go into the restroom, remove your underwear, return to the table, and hand them to me.”

My dick instantly gets on board.

“Yessir.”

I head toward the restroom, lock myself in a stall, and remove my pants. I hang them up and remove my underwear. After I slide my pants back on, I shove my boxer briefs into my pocket.

My jeans are loose-fitting, so I’m just dangling there. I head back and slip him the briefs under the table, where he shoves them into his pocket.

He kisses my temple. “Good job. So obedient.” The thought of him holding my underwear, touching them in public, sends a wave of arousal through me enough to make me shudder.

Our server steps up to our table and goes over the menu for the night, explaining we have a choice of five dishes, but I’m not listening as Mason rests his palm between my legs underneath my napkin. I’m hard as a rock. Doing this in public is risky, but hot, like Mason is willing to do anything just to touch me. I feel wanted and desired.

He orders for us, and I’ll eat whatever they bring us. I have no say in what I eat when I’m with him. He takes absolute care of me in all ways. So far, Mason has protected me physically, mentally, and emotionally. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, so why does it also scare me?

Loss. I don’t ever want to lose this.

Our first dish is ahi tuna. It’s got a bunch of sauces and shit on it. The server explained it all, but I tuned her out. Mason forks some of the fish and brings it to my mouth. I take a bite, and it just melts on my tongue. Sesame oil, ginger, and soy sauce burst in my mouth.

“That’s really good,” I say, washing it down with some white wine that was paired with it.

“I’m glad you like it.” He takes a bite and wipes his face with a napkin. “So, how’s therapy going, Jinx?”