Page 93 of Finding Us
Mason sits down on the edge of my bed while I add Blake’s latest present to the ever-growing pile in the bottom of my wardrobe. After visiting with his teacher, we went to the shops to grab a few things, and Mason saw something he thought his son would love. He’s been leaving all his purchases here so Blake won’t find them. Their apartment is a lot smaller than the mansion they once lived in so hiding spots are limited.
“Did I tell you how kick-arse you were this morning?”
I roll my eyes. “Numerous times.”
“For someone so tiny, you can be awfully intimidating when you’re mad.”
I shrug. “I’m just protective of the people I care about.”
“And I love that about you,” he says, reaching out and pulling me down onto his lap. “My son is lucky to have someone like you in his corner, Red. His poor teacher was close to tears by the time you were finished with her.”
“Hah! When we learnt that bully had been terrorising some of the other kids as well, and why his bad behaviour was being ignored, she’s lucky I didn’t give her an upper cut.” Turns out this kid’s mother works at the school, and Blake’s teacher and her are friends.
Mason throws back his head and laughs. “Your feisty side turns me on.” He juts his pelvis forward, letting me feel his hardening dick, so I slap his arm and rise off his lap.
“That little shit is a bully, plain and simple, and her ignorance makes her just as bad.”
“Well, now you’ve involved the principal hopefully it will stop.”
“Do you think we should change schools?”
“Why?”
“I’m just worried that now we’ve made waves there might be some blowback for Blake, he’s under their care for six hours a day, five days a week.”
“Babe,” Mason says, standing and sliding his arms around my waist from behind. “We can’t keep moving schools every time something bad happens.”
“Maybe we should get him a phone then, so he can call one of us during the day if something happens.”
“Jacinta, he’s five. I’m not getting him a phone.” When I blow out a puff of air, Mason slides his hand under my top, palming my breast. “You worry too much; it sounds like you need a distraction.”
“Let me guess, that distraction is you?” He chuckles as his fingers slip under the fabric, tweaking my nipple between his forefinger and thumb. When I rest my head against his chest and moan, his lips move down to my neck. “Don’t you have to go to work?”
“I’ll be quick.” His free hand slides down the front of my tights, and when he feels that I’m already slick and ready for him, I’m abruptly spun around and lifted onto the edge of the bed. “On your knees,” he orders.
Once I’ve done what I’m asked, he tugs my tights and underwear down and moves to free himself from his trousers.
“Hey!” I shriek when his free hand comes down to connect with my left butt cheek.
“This arse,” he groans, slipping his fingers between my legs, and the slap is soon forgotten.
Mason spends the next five minutes working me over, to the point I’m withering with need. “Stop teasing me and put it in.”
“Someone sounds a little needy?” he says, chuckling.
“You said you’d be quick …you lied.”
“Are you desperate for me, Red?”
He removes his hand and replaces his fingers with the tip of his dick, running it back and forth … again, without entering me. He’s doing it purposely now. “Don’t push me, Wolf,” I growl.
“You never disappoint,” he says, laughing.
“The only one disappointing here, is you.”
“Is that—” His own words are cut off by his long, drawn-out groan as hefinallyslides inside me.
“Yes!” Arching my back, I push my body towards his because I want it all. Every delicious inch.
