by J. L. Perry
I really do.
He pulls his head away from mine before cupping my face and tilting it towards his. “You love me?” he asks with a huge smile on his face.
I nod my head. “Yes, I love you Mason.” Before I get a chance to say another word his lips are on mine. My head is cradled in his big strong hands. His kiss is gentle and sweet though. It’s full of love and actually makes my toes curl.
“You really love me?” he asks while his lips are against mine.
“Yes.” I feel his smile grow against my mouth.
Before I know it I’m on my back and he’s lying over me. He looks down at me. His smile widens as he gently brushes my hair back off my face.
“I love you so much Jacinta. Thank you for loving me back,” he breathes as his lips find mine again.
This time when he makes love to me it feels different. Special! Even though the other times have been special too, this time is different—more meaningful.
CHAPTER THIRTE
EN
Mason
Jacinta’s little confession just now has made me the happiest man alive. My heart started racing as soon as the words left her mouth. I also couldn’t control the huge, shit arse grin that spread across my face.
Fuck me, she actually loves me!
I can’t believe it. I want to shout it from the rooftop, “She fucking loves me!” How stupid is that? But honestly, I’m that fucking happy.
****
We make our way into the kitchen by the time Blake finally wakes up. His little face lights up as soon as he notices Jacinta standing there. Fuck, he has it as bad as his old man. I’m sure she’s unaware she has us both wrapped around her little finger. We’ve both fallen head over heels for her; she’s a hard person not to love.
Jacinta, Blake and I, all have a piece of us missing, due to the fucked up childhoods we had. Together though, we can make each other whole again. That I’m certain of.
After Jacinta makes us a nice breakfast, we take turns showering. As much as I’d love to join her in the shower, I can’t because Blake’s awake. While she’s in there naked and rubbing soap all over that luscious body of hers, I’m out here getting Blake dressed for school. Fuck, I need to stop thinking about what she’s doing. My cock is starting to throb. I’m trying my fucking hardest to set a good example for my son.
“Is Jazzi going to live here with us forever?” Blake asks hopefully, while I’m tying his shoes.
“No buddy. She’s staying here until Connor comes back from Melbourne.” His little face drops. I know how he feels, I wish she was staying with us forever too.
****
Jacinta
I’m happy. I mean really, really happy. From last night, to now, I’ve done a complete 360. Mason’s confession about his past earlier helped with that. Sure, I still have my insecurities about us, but I’m willing to give this thing a try and see where it leads. The fact that he was also abused by his father, gives me hope that he won’t follow in his footsteps. The way Mason treats his son also helps to ease my mind.
God, I pray I’m right.
When it’s time for the boys to leave, Mason asks Blake to grab his school bag. As soon as Blake leaves the room Mason wraps me into his arms. “I’m going to miss you today,” he whispers before crashing his lips into mine. A few minutes later we hear Blake’s footsteps running down the hall, Mason groans as we pull away from each other.
I reach up and straighten his tie as I smile up at him. He looks yummy in a suit. There’s something about seeing a man in a suit that gets me all hot and bothered. Well, everything about Mason gets me hot and bothered.
I bend down and give Blake a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you this afternoon little man.” I asked Mason earlier if I could pick him up from school today. Blake usually goes back to Mason’s office in the afternoons so, I offered to have him with me instead.
“Okay Jazzi,” he says with a big smile as he turns to walk towards the door. He’s such a little cutie.
Mason’s standing behind me as Blake walks away. His arms slide around my waist, as he pulls my back against his front. He nuzzles his face into the side of my neck. “I’ll see you tonight babe.” I turn in his arms and brush my lips against his.
“Have a good day at work.” It seems weird, and funnily enough comfortable, being with him like this. How did we go from friends yesterday, to playing happy families today? What a difference twenty-four hours can make.
As I walk towards the front door I hear Mason growl. He reaches out and grabs hold of my arse. Thankfully Blake’s back is to us. “I want to sink my teeth into this,” he whispers as he squeezes my butt cheek. “Actually, it’s not the only thing I want to sink into you.”
I gasp at his comment. His dirty talk makes my girly parts throb. I’m glad he said it soft enough so Blake didn’t hear. He obviously finds my reaction amusing because he chuckles.
Huh, two can play that game buddy!
As soon as the boys are out the door, I run to grab my phone. I’m smiling to myself as I quickly type Mason a message.
It’s a real shame that you have to go to work, because I’d really love to straddle that sexy body of yours right now and sink down onto you. xxx
I run back towards the door with a smile on my face. I can’t believe I just sent that to him but, he asked for it. I hear his phone ding out in the corridor as they wait for the elevator. It makes me giggle. I wish I could see the reaction on his face when he reads it.
Ha, take that!
I turn to walk back towards the kitchen when the front door flies open. “Oh no you don’t!” Mason exclaims as he grabs hold of my arm. “Are you trying to fucking kill me?” I giggle again at his response as he swings me around and crashes his lips into mine. His hands slide down my side and cup my arse, pulling me flush against him. I can feel his erection pressing into my stomach.
“How could a simple text kill you?” I ask innocently when I pull out of the kiss. A smile forms on my face when I hear him groan.
“Well if you can die from fucking blue balls, then you can be sure as shit I’m going to today.” His comment makes me laugh. “How am I supposed to concentrate at work now? All I’m going to think about is coming home tonight and burying myself in that magnificent fucking pussy of yours.”
Oh god! Why does his dirty mouth turn me on so much?
Okay, I think my text just backfired. Mason is staring down at me with such an intense look on his face. I’d love to be able to read his mind right now. By the look on his face though, he seems conflicted—tortured even. All of a suddenly we hear Blake call out from down the corridor.
“Dad the elevator is here.” Mason throws his head back and groans in frustration, before looking down at me again.
“This conversation is not over,” he breathes as his lips find mine again.
“Dad, hurry up,” Blake’s yells.
Mason sighs. “I’ve got to go,” he whispers against my mouth. “If I survive today,” he adds with a mischievous smile, “Blake is going to bed early tonight.” I giggle at his response as he hesitantly pulls away from me. “I love you,” he mouths as he walks backwards out the door.
My heart is in a flutter as I close the door after he leaves. Wow! Getting through today now is going to be hard for me too.
It’s going to be a long day.
****
I keep myself busy for the rest of the day. Half of it is spent at my apartment, cleaning and doing washing. The other half I spend at Mason’s doing the same thing. I have received numerous text messages from Mason today. He told me how painfully slow his day is going and how he’s been walking around with a hard-on for most of the day, because he can’t stop thinking about my message this morning. It makes me smile.
Mission accomplished.
Maybe next time he’ll think twice about saying things like that when he’s in no position to carry them out. I’m sure I’ll pay for it tonight. Thinking of what he has in store for me actually excites me. I
’m looking forward to any punishment he wants to dish out in the bedroom department. I love the way he makes my body feel when we are together like that.
Before I know it, it’s time to pick Blake up from school. He’s so happy to see me when I arrive at his classroom. I have to admit though, some of the mothers and even Blake’s female teacher, gave me dirty looks as they looked me up and down. Bitches. I have no idea why. Unless, they’re jealous. I can’t think of any other reason why they’d be looking at me like that. They don’t even know me. Mason’s super-hot and extremely charming, so it wouldn’t surprise me if they all have a crush on him.
Anyway, they can look at me however they want. I’m not really fussed. For now, he’s all mine. I don’t care what they think of me.
On the way home from the school, I decide to stop off and get some groceries. There is hardly any food at Mason’s, since they eat out most nights. I want to cook them both something nice for dinner.
Blake is really sweet while we shop. He’s helping wherever he can and I let him choose what he wants me to cook. He’s such an easy kid to please. When we get to the checkout, I let him pick a treat for helping. His little face lights up. He picks up a packet of jellybeans and asks me if he can have them.
“Of course,” I reply. “You can have anything you want little man.” He wraps his little arms around my legs.
“You’re the best Jazzi.” His reaction brings a smile to me face. God, I love this little guy so much.
On the way home in the car I keep glancing over at him as he eats the jellybeans. He has a huge smile on his face. Every time he picks out a red one, I notice him put it into the pocket of his shirt. He does it time and time again. It eventually gets the better of me and I have to ask him why.
“Don’t you like the red ones sweetie?” I ask.
“Yes, I love all the colours.”
“Are you saving the reds one for last then?” I’m confused as to why he is putting them in his pocket.
“No. I’m saving them for my dad, the red ones are his favourite.” His reply not only makes me smile but brings a tear to my eye. He is such a sweet kid.
Even though he was neglected and treated badly by his mother, he still has such a caring and kind heart. He amazes me. It’s hard to comprehend how his mum could have treated him the way she did.
“That’s a really nice thing to do,” I say to him with a smile.
“My dad is always doing nice things for me,” he replies with a shrug. “I want to do something nice for him.” Again, his comment makes me tear up.
He truly melts my heart with his sweetness!
Once we arrive back at the apartment I set Blake up at the table. That way, he can do his homework while I unpack the groceries and get started on dinner. We haven’t been home long, when Mason comes through the front door.
I can hear him talking to Blake. A few minutes later he comes stalking into the kitchen. I can plainly see the hunger in his eyes as he approaches me, it’s not for food either. It sends a shiver of anticipation coursing through my body.
The smile he gives me as he pulls me into his arms takes my breath away. Before I get a chance to say a word, his mouth is on mine. A deep groan comes from the back of his throat as he plunges his tongue into my mouth. If the look he just gave me didn’t take my breath away, then this kiss certainly does.
Wow!
“I’ve been waiting all fucking day to do that,” he breathes into my mouth. I can only sigh. There are no words to describe the kiss he just gave me.
He rests his forehead against mine and smiles. It’s a huge full smile too, showing me his beautiful dimples and perfectly straight teeth. He looks happy, truly happy.
“Hi,” is all he says.
“Hi,” I breathe. The feelings I get when I’m in Mason’s arms totally overwhelm me. I love the way he makes me feel but, it scares me at the same time. I’m in deep. I’m afraid there’s no turning back now.
“I missed you today,” he finally says gazing into my eyes.
“I missed you too,” I reply, because I did. A lot! My comment causes his smile to widen if that is even possible. I smile too. In this moment, being here with him makes me truly happy. I can only hope and pray the Mason that I’ve come to know and love, is the Mason he’s always going to be. People can change, I know. That’s what scares me.
He brushes his lips against mine once more before reluctantly letting go. “How long before dinner’s ready? I need to put Blake to bed so we can act out that text you sent me this morning.” He sighs before wrapping me in his arms again. “I’ve been thinking about that message all fucking day.”
His comment makes me giggle. The poor thing. He sounded tortured as he said the last part. I’ve been looking forward to tonight too, unlike Mason, I tried not to think about it too much.
Mason grabs a beer out of the fridge and pours me a glass of wine. “Dinner smells amazing,” he says as he removes his tie and jacket, draping it over the barstool.
“It should be ready soon. I let Blake choose what he wanted for dinner. We’re having baked chicken and mashed potatoes.”
Mason leans over and kisses my nose. “Thank you for being so good to my son. He’s a great kid and deserves to have good people in his life.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” I reply. “I can’t help but love him. He’s lucky to have you as his father you know.”
Mason pulls me into his arms again. “Thanks babe. He loves you too. So do I for that matter.” I smile up at him wrapping my arms around his waist and resting the side of my face on his chest.
“I love you too,” I whisper. Mason tightens his embrace.
“Do you have any idea how happy you make me Red?” I can’t see his face, but I can tell he is smiling. For some reason I love his little nickname for me.
“You make me happy too Wolf,” I say with a giggle.
“Fucking Wolf,” he chuckles. “I knew that day you almost bowled me over outside the gym, there was something special about you. I’m happy I found you again.” I smile to myself as I think back to that day. Who knew that weeks later we would be standing here in each other’s arms, declaring our love to each other? It is funny how things play out sometimes.
Maybe running into each other that day was fate. I probably wouldn’t have gone home with Mason that night in the club, if it wasn’t for our previous run in. Sure, we would have eventually met through Connor but, he may not have pursued me then, me being his best friend’s little sister and all.
I’m so caught up in Mason, that when Blake comes into the kitchen and says loudly, “I’ve finished my homework Jazzi,” I jump. Shit, I wasn’t expecting that. When I’m in his arms it’s like nobody else in the world exists but us.
“Hey little man,” I say as I let go of Mason. “Are you nearly ready for dinner?” Stupid question I know, Blake loves his food. He nods his head and smiles. “Why don’t you go wash your hands and then you can help me mash the potatoes?”
“Okay Jazzi,” he says as he runs out of the room.
“What can I do to help?” Mason asks.
“You can take the chicken out of the oven if you like, or you can just stand there and look pretty,” I reply with a smile. “Either one will make me happy.” My comment makes Mason groan as he wraps his arms around my waist from behind. When he nuzzles his face into the side of my neck, he whispers, “Fuck, I can’t wait to get you alone. The things I want to do to you…”
“Mmmm. I’m looking forward to it,” I reply, giggling as he gently runs his tongue up the side of my neck.
Mason lets go of me when Blake comes back into the kitchen. “Close your eyes dad,” he says excitedly, “I have a present for you.” I watch his little face as he grabs the red jellybeans out of his pocket. “Okay you can open them now,” he says as he puts his hands out.
“Wow, are they for me?” Mason asks with a smile.
“Yep,” Blake replies proudly as his smile widens. “Jazzi bought me jellybeans today a
nd I saved all the red ones for you.” Mason lifts Blake up into his arms and holds him tight.
“That was a real nice thing to do buddy,” he says as his voice cracks. “Thank you.” Seeing this special moment between father and son brings tears to my eyes. I’m so glad I got to witness it. Being here with Mason and Blake makes me happy.
I’m so in love with my two boys.
It hits me right in the chest, like a bolt of lightning. Who would have thought that I’d ever say or think what I just did. It brings a smile to my face. Maybe I’m not as screwed up as I thought. Maybe I am capable of being in a serious relationship with a guy. Maybe…It is still early days. I can honestly say, in this moment, I find myself wanting to be part of this family—more than anything.
Blake helps me mash the potatoes while Mason carves the chicken. It’s nice being together with them both like this.
After dinner, Blake asks if can play his X-box. Mason tells him once he’s bathed and dressed in his pyjama’s that he can play for 30 minutes and then he has to go to bed.
“Okay dad.” He’s such a good boy. Always doing what he’s told, I’m so proud of him. I start to clear the table, while Mason runs a bath for Blake.
A few minutes later, Mason comes up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist. “Thanks for cooking for us tonight babe.” He tenderly kisses my cheek. “You better not spoil us too much otherwise we will never let you leave.” It’s funny, I find myself not wanting to leave here. He lets me go and starts to help me clear the table.
“Where did you learn to cook so well?”
“My mother,” I reply softly as I put my head down. Memories flood my mind. I’ll never forget the first day she taught me how to cook. I was only eight years old. That day will forever haunt me.
When I got out of bed that morning, I was surprised to find my mum wasn’t in the kitchen making my breakfast. She was always in there waiting for me when I got up. She would make me breakfast, and while I ate, she’d prepare my lunch for school.
