by Madison Faye
Mason wraps his arms around me and gently slides out of me. We roll onto our sides, panting and sweaty, and I snuggle back into him as he pulls the sheets over us.
“So,” I giggle, turning to grin at him with a blushing face. “Did it live up to the fantasy?”
Mason chuckles, wraps his big arms around me, and kisses me deeply. “Baby, that blew the fantasy out of the fucking water.”
Our lips seal together, and we just lay there, utterly content and utterly at peace.
…That is, until the peace blows up in our faces.
Chapter Twelve
Layla
I think we sleep for a little bit, but at some point, I wake up and realize I’m still in his arms. I pull him around me tighter, and I hear him chuckle behind me.
“Did you sleep too?” I whisper, turning to glance at him.
“A little, I think. I have no idea what time it is.”
“Same, and I don’t care.”
He chuckles and leans in to kiss me. “All I need to care about is right here,” he murmurs, kissing me softly. I melt into him, and I can feel his cock begin to thicken against my ass. I moan, pulling back to bite my lip.
“You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, that would be you,” he growls. “It’s all your fault.”
“Yeah, not that you’re a twenty-one-year-old ball of raging testosterone?”
He grins. “Maybe, but I’m still blaming you. You don’t see me in bed with any other of my pool clients, do you?”
I scowl jealously. “Well what am I not seeing, mister?”
He laughs. “Believe me, between you and Mr. Carson, who’s seventy-five, by the way, you pull a win.”
I giggle. “Well, lucky me. Good thing I busted out that scandalous bikini to tempt you with, or else Mr. Carson might’ve bagged you.”
Mason roars with laughter. “Baby, are you trying to make sure I never get hard again?”
I blush and reach back to curl my hand around his very hard, very thick cock. “Doesn’t seem like I’m having any effect whatsoever, now does it?”
“Not even close,” he groans. “I’ve got an idea.”
“Oh? Pray tell?”
“It involves you, my shower, and my mouth on your pussy.”
I shiver with heat. “Yeah, um, yeah that sounds like I could be persuaded.”
He grins again and kisses me. “Well, let me just see if I can persuade—”
The door to his bedroom slams open, and I scream. I flail, yanking the sheets tighter around me as I whirl to see Vanessa Dunn glaring at me with murder in her eyes.
Vanessa Dunn, as in Mason’s mother.
“You. Little. Fucking. WHORE!” She screeches. Suddenly, Carl, her husband, appears over her shoulder. His eyes narrow on Mason and me, clearly naked under the bed sheets, and he snarls.
“What the fuck is this?!”
Mason growls and sits up. He slides me behind him, still under the sheets, and he scowls at his parents.
“Can I help you?” he snarls.
“Yes!” Vanessa screams. “You can help me understand how it is that you’re in bed with the trashy slut from next door?” Her eyes swivel to me, and she hisses. “What are you, twice his fucking ag—”
“ENOUGH!” Mason’s voice booms through the room, silencing them. He reaches down and grabs a pair of boxers and slips them on under the sheets before he stands. “Get out, both of you.”
“We’re not going goddamn anywhere, Mason!” his father roars back. He jabs a finger at me. “I want her out of my goddamn house!”
“She’s my guest, dad,” Mason snarls dangerously. “And she’s not going anywhere.”
Carl laughs coldly. “So is this what you got kicked out of school for? To come back here and sleep with the used-up trash from next door?”
Mason’s entire body stiffens, and his shoulder flexes. “Watch your mouth,” he snarls viciously. “Dad, I’m warning you once, you keep your fucking mouth shut if you plan on speaking to her like that again.”
“Well she is!” Vanessa snaps. “Mason, honey, she sells panties, like a fucking stripper, or worse.” She pales. “Oh my God, sweetheart, you’re not paying her, are you!? Carl! Call Dr. Khan. We’re getting Mason tested for everything, tod—”
“Yeah, hi,” I finally hiss. I pull the sheet around me and sit up behind Mason. “I’m right here, and I’m not a fucking prostitute, but thanks.”
She sneers at me and turns back to her son. “So, you get yourself kicked out of Stanford for not being able to hack it, which is bullshit since we paid that college applications coach a fortune! To come home and do this?”
Fury boils over inside of me. I barely know Carl and Vanessa, but Jesus Christ, this is the sort of shit Mason gets here?
“He didn’t get kicked out because he ‘couldn’t hack it,’” I growl at them. “Yeah, he stepped over a line, and they kicked him out. But your son is genius, you know.”
Carl laughs coldly. “What, his stupid coding projects? The video game stuff?”
Mason pinches the bridge of his nose. “Dad, it’s not for fucking video games, we’ve been over this.”
“Well it’s a waste of time is what it is!”
“It’s actually not,” I mutter.
“I’m sorry, why are you still here?” Carl spits at me. He turns back to his son and snarls. “You know what? We’re done with you insisting on being a failure to yourself and your family, Mason. You either man up, go back to school for law, and come to the firm, which I’m handing you on a silver fucking platter—”
“Dad,” Mason growls. “For the very, very last time, I am not going to be a lawyer.”
“You are,” Carl mutters darkly. “Or you’ll be joining the Navy.”
I scowl, and I stand, whipping the sheets around myself.
“Look, I’m sorry, but your son is an adult, you know. He’s twenty-one, Carl, you can’t force him to join the Navy.”
“Watch me!” Carl roars. “You want to stay in this family, Mason.”
“That’s up for discussion right now,” Mason growls back.
Carl bristles but he keeps going. “Let me phrase it this way. Do you want to stay in this family’s will? Because if you do, you’ll damn well do as I say, and thank me later.”
“I mean honestly, Mason,” Vanessa seethes. “It’s like you’re hell bent on being a loser! You can’t hack it at school, you come back here and work for a fucking pool company, and now you’re sleeping with desperate, trashy housewives?”
Mason whirls on her, and she gasps as his growl fills the room.
“That’s enough,” he hisses.
“Oh I’m just getting started, mister!” his mother snaps. “You worthless, ungrateful, lazy little—”
“Oh fuck this,” I snap. Like, seriously fuck this. I’m not standing here watching Mason’s godawful parents shit on him for another fucking second. I was impressed with him before, but now that I see what home is like for him, I’m blown away. I reach out, take his hand, and squeeze.
“Want to get out of here?”
He grins, ignoring his mother, who’s somehow still talking. “Definitely.”
“Uh-uh! Nope!” Carl roars. He jumps in front of us and jabs a finger at his son. “You walk out of this, Mason, and you are not coming back!”
Mason’s jaw clenches, and I squeeze his hand.
“That’s okay,” I say sweetly, smiling at his parents. “He can always come stay in my trashy lingerie brothel.” I turn to him, desperately trying to keep the laugh in check. “Does that sound good, Mason? You can help me clean out the crack pipes and wash out the reusable condoms!”
His parents sputter as Mason grins. “Only if I can whore myself out, too, for a few extra bucks?”
“We’ll talk,” I giggle.
“Done!”
Carl opens his mouth to say something, but Mason whirls back at them with a growl. “No,” he growls. “Not one. Fucking. Word.”
He physically shoves them out of his room and slams the door shut. I dress quickly, my pulse racing at what’s happening right now, while Mason shoves clothes into a bag. He grabs his laptop and some extra hard drives, and then turns to me.
“Layla, I don’t want to drag you into—”
“Too bad,” I whisper. “I’m in it, and you’re coming with me.”
He grins. “Look, I’ll call up some old friends and see about getting a room—”
“Mason,” I smile at him and lean up to kiss him softly. “You’re staying with me. Don’t make me shackle you to my bed.”
He arches his brows. “No, let’s go over exactly what I’d have to do for you to do that.”
I giggle, and he scoops me into him and kisses me slow and deep. Carl and Vanessa are screaming outside his room and pounding on the locked door, and he sighs.
“Should we get the fuck out of here now?”
“I’m calling the cops, you little fucking whore!” Vanessa screeches.
I roll my eyes. “Definitely.”
Mason yanks the door open, startling the both of them. His mother looks down at his suitcase, and her face actually pales.
“Wait, Mason, sweetheart, you’re not seriously—”
“I seriously am,” he growls. “Now move.”
He pulls me past them, and neither of us look back. Neither of us listen to a word of the abuse hurled at our backs as we walk out the front door, down his driveway, and then up mine to my house.
Chapter Thirteen
Mason
The cold beer from Layla’s fridge tastes like victory. I grin and shake my head, trying to wrap my head around all of this, but when I look up and see her grinning at me from across the kitchen island, I don’t need to think very hard.
This is natural. This feels like the obvious move to make. I mean I’ve been head over heels in love with this woman for years. And now, she’s mine, and I’m hers. Where the fuck else would I be but right here with her?
She smiles and says hello into the phone as the call goes through. We weren’t in her house more than four minutes before she pulled out her phone and declared she was calling her financial planner—about what, I’m not quite clear on. But I take a seat across from her and grin, sipping my beer and watching her talk shop.
“No, today, Melissa,” she says into the phone. “Like right now, actually. This tech is groundbreaking, and I want to be in on the first floor, okay?” She grins. “Melissa, you’re the best, thanks. Yeah just email me as soon as it’s ready.”
She hangs up and grins from ear-to-ear at me. I arch an amused brow curiously.
“And just what was that about?”
She bites her lip and slides off her stool. She waltzes around the island and leans into me as my arms wrap around her.
“That,” she purrs. “Was me making moves.”
“Making moves, huh?”
She nods. “So, when I sold Lyla Rose Intimates, my financial planner, who’s a genius, had me form another company. It saved me from a huge tax hit with the company sale, but it was also a place to park the money from that until I could figure out what to do with it.”
I whistle lowly. I actually followed the sale of Layla’s company pretty closely when it went down. The conglomerate that bought it is publicly traded, so the sale was made public too, and I know Layla walked away with an insane amount of money from it. Insane like three-hundred million insane. I mean, our neighborhood is ritzy as fuck, and her house is nice, but why she isn’t living it large in a mansion on the Italian riviera right now is beyond me.
“So, this is where you come in.”
I chuckle. “Me, huh?”
“Yeah, you,” she whispers. “Mason, I think I’ve got your ticket back to Stanford.”
I frown. “Look, Layla, whatever you’re doing, I’m thankful, but, it’s not for me.”
She sighs. “Mason, it’s college, and it’s important.”
“And if I don’t want to go back?”
She glares at me. “You’re quite the stubborn ass when you want to be, aren’t you?”
I grin. “Taurus, sorry.”
She rolls her eyes. “Get a fucking degree, Mason.”
“But I could just stay here and be your pool boy, you know.”
She blushes. “I do like that idea, but if you’re cleaning the pool, who’s going to take care of me?”
I sigh dramatically and stroke my chin. “Shit, that’s a conundrum, isn’t it?”
She giggles, and then she rakes her teeth over her lip. “Well, here’s another idea. Hear me out. You stay here, with me, you commute to Stanford, and you let me be the funding to get your company started.”
I blink, and my heart starts to beat faster. “Sorry, what?”
“Your company,” she says softly. “For your encryption algorithm. Mason, you can’t sell that to a company, you have to make it your own company. But you need startup, and I can be that for you. So?” She shrugs. “Look maybe it’s a crazy idea, and maybe you really don’t actually want to stay here and be this old lady’s personal sex toy—”
“What in the ever-loving fuck would lead you to think I wouldn’t want that?” I chuckle. I pull her close and kiss her softly. “And old? Really?”
She blushes. “Well, if you’re open to it, I think we could build this company together.”
I blink. “You’re serious?”
Layla blushes. “Um, about which part?”
“All of it,” I chuckle.
Layla nods. “Yeah, Mason, I am.”
“You want me here?”
“Yes,” she breathes, swallowing thickly. “So much yes.”
I grin, my heart racing. “You know I’ve been in love with you for like four years, right?”
Layla’s jaw drops, and her eyes go wide. Her blush deepens, and she sinks harder into me.
“You know I’ve managed to fall in love with you, too, right?”
“Now I do,” I growl. I grin like a madman and pull her tight into me.
“So, we’re doing this?”
“Oh, we’re doing this,” I groan. “But first, I think someone promised me a shower together?”
She grins. “Actually, you know, I think my pool needs cleaning.”
“Hey beautiful?” I growl, my lips brushing hers. “How about I just fuck you and love you for the rest of my life instead?”
She shivers and melts against me. “I think that sounds perfect.”
My lips sear to hers, and I have zero intention of pulling them away, ever.
Also by Madison Faye
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