Greg was losing by a massive nine kills and Sam was grinning at Mason’s excitement. “Bring it on, Mase!” he teased.
Greg groaned and shook his head, “For fucks sake, gimme a break here!”
I chuckled at Greg. “Come on Greg, slaughter the bastards!” I smirked and shook my head at his efforts to shoot Mason, missing him by a mile.
“Here come the grenades . . . eat shit motherfuckers!”
Greg reached over and tried to grab Mason’s controller and within another few seconds Sam had took another kill on each of them. “Come on guys, I’m thrashing you here,” Sam announced.
I groaned, trying to concentrate on the boring spread sheet I was currently working on, making my eyes flash and drop closed as my mind wandered and I dozed.
“OH—MY—FUCKING—GOD!!” Greg screamed and I jerked upright, now wide awake with a headache fast approaching. “Gimme a chance guys!” Greg cried grumpily as Sam punched the air with his fist and laughed loudly.
“I’m spinning up the death machine . . . you are so fucking dead!”
Greg flew off the sofa and flung his controller across the room, narrowly skimming my head.
“For fucks sake Greg, watch Ava,” Mason growled and cursed as Sam racked up another two kills.
I regarded Greg who was stood angrily watching Sam increase his lead and I felt quite sorry for him, he never won.
I shook my head in exasperation and stood up; bending down to pick up Greg’s controller and went and sat next to Mason. Him and Sam turned to look at me and smirked. “And what are you gonna do little girl?” Mason laughed.
I hid my smile and shrugged, “Just thought I might be able to get a shot in for Greg.”
Mason smirked at me and side hugged me as Sam scoffed loudly. “Awww babe, this here is the fire button, this one moves you and this one is your aim button,” he told me as he pointed to various buttons on the controller.
I bit my lip, supressing my grin and nodded seriously at him. “Okay, I’ll give it a whirl” I smiled innocently.
Mason turned back to the screen as I rolled my shoulders, cracked my knuckles and began to play. “Hey bastard, that was my care package,” Sam yelled as I aimed and took him out, turned, found Mason in my sight and shot him in the head, ran round towards the spawn point and took them out again with a single shot to the head as they spawned.
By another eight minutes I had thirty kills and declared the game over.
Mason, Sam and Greg all stared at me, eyes wide and jaw’s dropped, “Oh my fucking God!” Greg laughed. “You both got beaten by a girl,” he chirped.
I stood and patted him playfully on the cheek. “Well done Greg, you won!” I winked and walked back over to the laptop as he grinned widely at me.
“I love you, Ava,” he declared.
“Where the hell did you learn to play?” Sam asked astounded.
“Me and Nate play in our lunch hour!” I shrugged as I clicked onto another document. The room was silent for a while and I basked in the peace. When I eventually looked up all three men were sat on the sofa, heads down whilst they each fiddled with their fingers, sulking. I smirked to myself . . . round one to Ava!
“Wanna rematch, guys?” I asked as I bit the side of my cheek to stop the snort from erupting out of my nose.
They all shook their heads rapidly. “No, No, I got things to do, not that I couldn’t slaughter you, Ava.” Sam narrowed his eyes and I nodded.
“Of course, I was just lucky.” I shrugged and then laughed when the snort broke free. “You guys are so lame!”
* * *
I stretched my arms out to the side and rolled my head around my neck as I finally shut down the laptop and looked up to see Mason sat watching me from the sofa where he was perched watching some reality TV series he had become addicted to while he had been held in the garage.
“You okay?” I asked and he shrugged.
“Just going a bit stir crazy,” he revealed and set his attention back to the screen.
I frowned and watched him for a while and pursed my lips. “Fancy a walk?” I asked and his head shot round, his eyes wide.
“What? Around the garage or in the actual sunshine?” he asked hopefully and I smiled.
“Well seems as though it’s a shit day out there I can’t promise the sunshine but I can promise some fresh air.”
He shot off the sofa and came to pull me up. “Come on baby, I’m getting excited here,” he chuckled and I laughed as I stood up but then regarded him seriously.
“Promise me, Mason.”
He understood and nodded. “I’ll be good,” he whispered as he cupped my cheek. I grinned and nodded as I took his hand and knocked on the door.
It opened to a frowning Sam, whose eyes shifted from me to Mason and then back to me in query. “We’re gonna take a short walk,” I told him as I pulled Mason through the door.
“You need me to come with you?” Sam asked but I shook my head.
“I trust him,” I said over my shoulder as we went in search of shoes and coats and as we walked through the front door Mason took a huge intake of air.
“Oh god!” he sighed happily. I smiled and squeezed his hand as we ventured down the driveway and through the massive gates that led to the road.
We walked in silence for a while as we made it down onto the canal side and walked along the path, smiling at some amorous couples who regulated this stretch of the canal to make out.
“Have you met with Gary yet?” Mason asked as he put his arm around my waist.
I shook my head, “No, I need you with me for that. I just told him you had glandular fever and I would arrange a date later.”
He nodded and then frowned, “Any news on Dane?”
I shook my head again. “No, I can’t work it out, it’s been a few weeks since Frank’s death and it seems to be too quiet,” I worried and Mason’s grip on my waist tightened.
“Mmmm.” His brow furrowed but he didn’t say anything else.
He smirked and caught my eyes as we walked past a panting and moaning bush. “Must need water,” I chuckled as we carried on. Mason led me to a bench that was free and pulled me onto his lap as we sat quietly watching the water ripple and the barges bob on the water.
“I’m so proud of you, baby,” I said quietly as my head rested on his shoulder.
“It’s been hard Ava and I still get cravings but, you know,” he shrugged and I tilted my head back to catch his eyes.
“I don’t think the craving will ever subside but you’ve gotta learn to control it cos’ I don’t ever wanna repeat the last two weeks. Watching you suffer like that nearly broke me Mason and I know I can’t . . .” He broke the sentence with one of his hot, smouldering kisses as his fingers wrapped into my hair.
His mouth hovered over mine. “I promise Ava, I don’t ever wanna see that pain and hurt in your eyes ever again,” he whispered then came in for another kiss.
I pulled back eventually. “You’re not getting much fresh air here, only my air.” I chuckled and he laughed.
“I’d take your breath any day of the week,” he said softly and I palmed his cheek.
“You take my breath away all the time, Mason.” He smiled and pulled my head back against his shoulder.
“My little warrior,” he breathed into my hair.
I frowned as I saw a man in black clothing settle on the bench on the other side of the canal, a newspaper open and resting on his lap but he wasn’t attempting to read it. His hand sneaked under the paper as his eyes lifted to mine. I froze as I saw him slowly pull his hand back.
“GET DOWN!” I screamed at Mason as I pushed him off the bench, onto the floor and rolled over him as a gunshot sounded and a bullet marginally whizzed past my ear.
“FUCK!” I rolled over and dragged him behind the bush near us. I looked to my right and sighed in relief when I noticed the bushes lead all the way along the canal. I drew my phone from my pocket and pressed the icon for the emergency situation.
> It rang back immediately. “One white male across the canal firing at us!” I declared as soon as I answered.
“I got him, Ava,” Elijah’s voice came over the line. “Carry on along the canal behind the bushes. He’s got to go all the way around to get to you. I’ve got two guys on route to you.” Mason and I crouched and ran along the muddy path behind the greenery. “When you get to the end of the bushes you’re gonna have to make a run for it Ava, he’s following you from the other side, gun trained in you.”
Mason had gone in front of me and was scanning our surroundings constantly. “I’ve got Neo at the entrance of the canal waiting for you,” Elijah told me as Mason put his hand out to stop me.
There was a wide gap in the bushes and it would bring us into his sight for a few seconds. “We gotta run baby, you okay?” Mason asked and I nodded, my adrenaline was holding back the fear as he counted to three and then we dashed across the gap, Mason’s hand in mine as he pulled me behind him. Another gunshot rang out and people screamed and started to panic. “Good, they’ll help us,” Mason declared as a mass of people ran towards the exit.
“Come on.” He dragged me behind him and pulled us into the middle of the crowd. “Keep your head low,” he shouted to me as he bent his knees to disguise himself in the crowd.
My heart was pounding too quickly and my head spun as my blood surged through my body while we went with the flow of people until the steps we needed to take came into view.
“You ready?” Mason glanced at me and pulled me in front of his wide frame, protecting me from the shooter. I took a breath and nodded as more gunfire filled the air.
I could hear Elijah shouting more instructions into his other phones as I took a deep breath and sprinted across the open area towards the steps.
We crouched lower as a bullet skimmed Mason’s ear. “Fuck!” he hissed.
“You okay?” I shouted as I stooped lower and sped up.
“Yeah, keep going!” he shouted back.
“HE’S DOWN AVA, HE’S DOWN!” Elijah shouted in my ear and I bent over and grasped my knees, fighting to fill my lungs.
“They got him,” I told Mason who then sagged in relief and dropped to the floor, trying to control his own breathing.
Neo came down the steps two at a time and ran over to us. “You okay?” he asked as his eyes still scanned the area. We both nodded. He pressed his earpiece and said something I couldn’t hear over the pounding in my ears.
“Jesus, this isn’t what I had in mind for a quiet stroll along the canal,” Mason smirked at me and I laughed.
“The exercise will do you good after two weeks on your arse,” I panted.
He rolled over onto his back and laughed heartily. I did the same as we both regained our breathing and our composure.
Mason sat up and took my phone, “Any clue who he is Elijah?” He asked and frowned to himself. “Nah, don’t think so.” He looked at me. “Peter Youlgrave?” he asked me and I shook my head.
“Nope,” I breathed back.
He spoke for a while longer and then pulled me up. “Let’s get you home, baby.” He pulled me into his embrace as he held me tight and I could feel and hear his heart pounding rapidly in his chest under my ear.
Neo nodded and walked in front of us up the steps as Mason held me close. “You saved my life again, Ava,” he whispered into the top of my head and I shook mine.
“Nah, he was aiming for me,” I told him. He stiffened but didn’t say anything however he refused to let me out of his hold until we were safely back in the house.
Both of us slumped on the sofa in the lounge, me with a glass of vodka and Mason with a whisky as we sat in silence and watched the flames roar in the open fire that Sam had lit to warm us up as the shock penetrated our bones.
Mason placed his glass on the table and took mine, placing it beside his as he leaned across and straddled my thighs, framing my face with his hands as his forehead rested on mine.
“Fuck baby,” he whispered. “I really need you right now.”
“You have a craving?” He nodded against my head, his eyes closed and he was biting his bottom lip rapidly.
I leaned into him and took his bottom lip between my teeth, pulling it out of his own hold as my tongue stroked across it, soothing it from his torturous bite. “Upstairs,” I whispered against his lips, “I have a nice way of making you forget.”
He sucked air through his teeth and then claimed my mouth in a fervent and needy kiss “Now!” I whispered harshly so Elijah couldn’t hear us from his position by the room door as he briefed his men.
He slid off my knee and took my hand, pulling me behind him as he made his way up the stairs. I could feel every single set of eyes on us and I knew Elijah’s would be the fiercest but right now I didn’t care, I needed to comfort my man, make him forget and ride through his craving.
I shut the bedroom door as we walked through. Mason pulled me over to the bed but I stopped in the middle of the room and he turned to me with a frown. “Strip,” I demanded. His breath hitched but his eyes lit up. His lips curled and he gripped the hem and pulled his shirt over his head and my stomach tightened as it usually did when I was privilege to his firm hot body.
He slipped his jeans off and I saw he’d gone commando again. He stood naked in the middle of the room as I circled him, my fingers trailing over his skin as I went.
A small groan sounded in the back of his throat and my pussy clenched at the noise he made when I stroked my tongue across his shoulder blades and down the middle of his spine. “Bend over. Hands and knees,” I told him and this time the groan was louder.
“Fuck, you make me so hard,” he breathed. I smiled, knowing he was excited at what was to come, he knew and it made his cock twitch harder than normal.
I stripped and then went over to the bedside drawer, grabbed a few things and made my way back to him. He was eyeing me suspiciously but I hid the toys from view and I could virtually hear his rapid heartbeat in the silence of the room.
I trailed my fingernails over his tight buttocks and then went down on my knees behind him. “Your arse is fucking perfect,” I breathed as I kissed it and he swallowed heavily as I bit it gently.
“Jesus,” he hissed as I swept my tongue over his anus and his knees jerked.
Picking up up the lube from beside me I put a large amount on my finger and then worked it into him. “Oooh Goddd,” he breathed. I removed my finger and applied more lube and then inserted two fingers into him.
“Does it feel good?” I was practically coming apart, behind him on my knees as I watched my fingers fuck his arse. He rolled his hips around my fingers to give himself more pleasure but I removed them and replaced them with the thin vibrator I had bought for this specific reason, unbeknown to Mason.
“Arghhhh, fuck,” he growled and his knees buckled. I grabbed his waist with one arm while I gently nudged the vibrator into him. “Fuck Ava, fuck!” he cried out and I crawled in front of him.
“Now fuck me—hard,” I growled as my adrenaline turned to a potent arousal.
He snarled and grabbed my hips tightly, pulling me against him. “Get ready Ava cos’ I’m gonna fuck you raw.”
I cried out as he thrust into me and knocked against the tip of me. “Fuck yeah, fuck me Mason.” I slammed back against him knowing my orgasm would be upon me within seconds.
“Jesus, it feels so good,” he grated through his teeth.
“Come on Mason, fucking own me,” I ordered and his hand gripped my hair and pulled me up to him.
“You want it Ava, you want my dick in your fucking womb?” he asked sharply. Well I would if I had a womb!
“Yes!” I hissed. He pushed me back down onto my hands and knees and his palm connected with my arse as he spanked me harshly. “YES!” I screamed as my climax tore through me.
“God Ava, you’re fucking milking me,” he cried behind me as his thrusts sped up and he ground his hips into me. “Oh Jesus, that’s good,” he groaned and did it aga
in.
“Can you feel it Mason, when you do that, can you feel it in your arse?” His fingers dug into my hips as his thrusts became fast and relentless.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled and I cried out again as another orgasm ripped me apart. Mason screamed my name as he came hard and intensely inside me, his semen filling my insides and he continued to pump into me forcefully for ages.
“Fuck baby,” he gasped, “I can’t stop coming.” I pressed back onto him, draining every drop from him as we both panted and sweated heavily.
“Christ Ava, you’re gonna kill me,” he rasped.
“Good though?” I asked, still underneath him and clenching around him.
“Do you need to ask? The best orgasm yet, Miss Stone.” He kissed the nape of my neck.
“That’s two to me, Mr Fox.” I grinned. He pulled out and chuckled as he removed the hardware and scooped me up and settled us on the bed.
“Too damn fuckin’ right.”
CHAPTER 27
“THAT’S IT GEORGIE, splash!” I laughed as George flapped his hands about, nearly drowning Mason in the process. Mason was laughing loud and happily and it made my heart swell to finally see him relaxed and contented. It was early December, two months since Mason’s withdrawal and I grew more proud and more in love with him each day.
We had arrived at the French Château yesterday with George, Katie, Greg and a large bellied Courtney, who was currently getting a foot rub from Greg at the side of the pool, they also had their tongues down each other’s throats and would be disappearing into the bedroom very shortly.
Katie squealed excitedly in her rubber ring as Mason stalked towards her, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he pulled George behind him, also in a ring. Katie knew exactly what Daddy had planned for her. He grew closer and wiggled his fingers at her as she bobbed up and down, chuckling heartily. “Dada!” she cried and we all stopped and turned to her.
“HA!” Mason grinned delightedly “She said Dada.” He looked at me, his eyes bright and full of pride and love.
“Dada!” Katie shouted again. Mason flung his head back and laughed loudly before he gave Katie what she wanted and tickled her relentlessly. My eyes welled at the wonderful sight before me as I watched my man play happily with both of his babies.
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