by Baker, Tory
Saying our goodbyes by the front door, my arm around Quinn’s shoulder knowing I’ll have her to myself tonight. It’s been a great fucking day, but my night is about to get so much better.
23
Quinn
This must be a dream, Mason has his fingers slowly sliding in and out of my pussy, and his tongue is doing this thing with my clit. The sensation building between my legs is enough to make me moan out loud and makes me realize I wasn’t asleep after Mason woke me up in a way I’ll never forget.
“Mason,” I moan.
When he responds with a hum in between my legs, that’s when my eyes pop open. He really is between my legs, this wasn’t a dream. It’s reality, and god do I love really feeling this.
He brings me close to the edge, my body trembling, legs shaking, hands fisting in the pillow beneath me, and then he backs off.
“Damn it, Mason. Please,” my breathing is coming in choppy tones as I try to thrust my hips up towards his mouth. He stops me with a push of his hands on my hips. I’m at his mercy, and as much as I’d love to lay here and play all day, I need Mason inside me, with more than his tongue or his fingers. I want to feel all of him.
“Not yet,” he grunts and continues on with his ministrations. He pushes two fingers inside me, his mouth latches onto my clit, and he builds me back up, but before he’s able to tease me any further, I use all my force and move out from underneath him. His face is a look of shock, until he sees the yearning in my face. Only then does he allow me to move him to his back.
“I need you inside me, Mason,” I whisper into his ear, straddling his lap. His cock is hard and laying beneath me. I take this time to tease him as much as he has me. I glide back and forth along his cock, my pussy saturating him along the way. I look down at what I’m doing to him, raising my hips just a bit, slowly engulfing the tip of his length with my pussy.
“Fuck, Quinn,” he groans, and as much as it pains me to lift off of him, I do. Backing off I continue teasing both of us, until neither of us can wait any longer.
I’m moaning out breathless nothings, my hands poised on his taut stomach, watching his abs ripple with every flex of his hips. The glazed look Mason has on his face, it tells me he’s close to coming and I don’t want that to happen, just yet.
Mason’s hands go to my hips. I’m lifted up onto my knees when he demands, “Guide me in, baby. I’m taking what’s mine.”
I do as he says, holding his length in my hand. “Slide down, nice and slow,” Mason murmurs.
Instead of listening to what he wants, my hips slam down on his cock. Taking all of him, “Fuck, Quinn,” his voice raspy.
Taking over I slide up and down on his length, setting a rhythm both of us love. My hand leaves his stomach and blazes a trail from the inside of my leg to my pussy. I don’t want to change positions, but I need something more. When my hand reaches my clit, it’s smacked away. “You’re not getting yourself there. Not when I’m right fucking here,” Mason growls.
Never breaking our connection, he rolls us over, I’m on my back now, his hips thrusting back and forth. When he grinds himself on me, my head falls back and I moan, “You’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the idea, Sunshine,” he grunts. We move in sync with one another, my hands smooth over his arms until they reach for his shoulders. I gesture for him to bend down, wanting his lips on mine.
He grants me my wish, our lips collide with one another, both of us writhing and on the edge. The way my body locks up, a moan escaping my lips with the way his thrusts get more powerful as we both come together.
“I love you, Mason Carter,” my eyes are locked on his.
“Thank fuck. I love you, Quinn Adams. Now and forever.” I pull him deeper into my embrace and we kiss, it’s long, deep, and filled with so much emotion.
24
Mason
Quinn telling me she loved me, it couldn’t have happened at a better time. Sure, I wanted to be the first one to state that I loved her. One thing I’ve learned about Quinn is that she doesn’t hold back, if she has something to say, she says it. If she feels it deep in her soul, she’ll stop at nothing to accomplish her goals. That’s why I haven’t told her yet, but I emailed the attorney we keep on retainer for our company. Quinn put on a great front while our family was over here, but I could see the underlying stress in her eyes, and if there was something I could do to lessen her burden, well I was going to do it.
John emailed me back, setting up a date and time for Quinn and me to come into his office this morning.
“Quinn, baby. You gotta wake up, we have an appointment today,” I murmur into her ear. I’m dressed in a three-piece suit today, knowing we’ll be meeting with John, but also knowing I have another damn meeting with a company looking to invest with us.
I glide the sheet down her smooth body, she’s completely bare, her curves on display just for me.
“Love you, Mason. Have a great day,” she sighs. I chuckle and then lean down nipping at her neck. My hand smooths down her back, slowly trying to wake her up, “Sunshine, I need you to wake up and get dressed, you’re coming with me today.”
My hand grabs her ass, my palm molding it. Wanting so badly to rip this damn suit off and find my way between her legs again.
“What, I am?” she questions as she rolls over. I groan out loud, “Damn.”
“Why am I going with you?” Her face is soft with sleep.
“Yeah, we have an appointment with the attorney and then I’m dropping you off at the condo. Mom will be there to help you pack.” I state.
“Wow, you sure do know how to pack a punch early in the morning, and without coffee,” a slow smile is starting to show on her face.
“I’m tired of you having to go back and get more clothes, your place is here, beside me. That also means we’ll be going furniture shopping too.” I groan on that last part. There are somethings I don’t mind doing, but I already dread shopping.
“Well, why didn’t you just say so.” Quinn takes the opportunity to jump in my arms, peppering my face with kisses. God damn, what I wouldn’t give to have her naked skin on mine right now.
“I love you Quinn, everything will be alright. I promise you,” I tell her and then leave her to get ready for the day.
25
Quinn
After seeing Mason dressed to the nines, I asked if we could stop by my condo on the way out. No way was I going to wear a pair of torn up jeans and tee shirt to meet the attorney.
It was a quick detour and gave me the opportunity to dress up, for the first time in forever.
We were in and out in less than ten minutes. The plum colored wrap dress that I paired with black high heels pulled everything together.
“Ms. Adams, nice to meet you,” the lawyer greets me.
“Nice to meet you as well, Mr. Smith,” I reply shaking his hand.
“Please call me, John. How’s it going Mason?” I let the men talk while we walk back to his office, it’s apparent that they’ve known each other for quite some time.
“Have a seat, and we’ll get down to brass tacks. I read over the letter that was mailed to you, then reached out to your agency. Apparently, Greta was recently let go from HD modeling and they were unaware of the letter that was sent to you. They’ve decided to bring this to her attention and go from there. They didn’t state if or when they’d be pressing charges,” he states.
“That’s great news, well not for Greta but for me. I can’t believe she would stoop this low,” I breathe out. Mason’s hand finds mine, he’s been calm this whole time, he really is my rock.
“That’s not all, while I was on the phone with them, I asked for your contracts since you were assigned to Greta. I’m going to take this week to go over them, but I have a feeling I’m going to find some discrepancies.” You can tell he’s a cutthroat lawyer by the way he’s taking care of so much more than he needed to.
“Thank you, John. We appreciate all the trouble you’ve gone thro
ugh for us.” Mason states as he stands up and comes to stand behind me.
“No problem, it’s not hard work. Might take some time though, but in the meantime you have nothing to worry about.” He hands me a document to sign, stating his fees and what he’ll be doing. I have no problem signing on the dotted line and closing a piece of my past.
“Yes, thank you for all of your help,” I say after I finish signing and then we make our way out to Mason’s car.
“That wasn’t too bad,” Mason is leaning against the car. He really is a work of art, no matter what he wears, but when he’s in a suit with a pair of his aviator sunglasses on, a five o’clock shadow whispering on his jaw, it has to be my favorite look of his.
“It wasn’t, and I have you to thank for that. I can’t wait till we’re both home tonight,” I’m already thinking of ways I’m going to repay him for putting my mind at ease. Of course, it won’t be monetary. I know all too well how that would fly over with Mason, I know just how I’ll thank him, much later.
“I’d do anything for you,” he gently kisses my neck.
We climb inside his car and he takes me to my condo to pack while he works, and then Heath, Rome, and Mason will help his mom and I load everything up.
26
Mason
“Mason Alexander Carter!” Mom comes down the front steps of the condo waving her hands, the minute I step out of my car.
“Yes, mom. " When she pulls out the middle name, all of us boys know we screwed up somehow. I’m just wondering what I did now.
“Why didn’t you tell me Quinny was having so much trouble with that no good, lying, dirty agent of hers.”
“I’m assuming Quinn filled you in. We didn’t want to say anything until we knew what was going on. John is taking care of it, and we were going to tell everyone once things settled down,” I kiss her cheek, hoping like hell my answer will calm her down some.
“That’s still no excuse, I even told Quinn that. We’re a family, and family sticks together,” she slaps my shoulder to get her point across.
“We won’t leave you in the dark next time, if there even is a next time. How are things going here?”
“I hope your closets are empty, the girl likes her clothes. Not that I can blame her, you know I have a closet full of shoes alone, myself,” she laughs and heads towards the door.
We walk inside and there’s boxes stacked every square inch of what was once the living room.
“Holy shit,” I breathe out before taking out my phone to text Rome and Heath.
Me: Bring the trucks, I think Quinn put Summer to shame in the packing department.
Heath: You’re so screwed.
Rome: I find that hard to believe, have you met my wife?
Me: Just wait.
I go upstairs and find Quinn, she’s surrounded by bags of clothes.
“Uh, babe. I don’t know how to tell you this. I mean our house is big and all, but where are you going to put all these clothes?”
“This is all to be donated. While I was on location, brands would send me everything and I never felt like dealing with it, so I just stored it here while I was gone. I promise, I’m not a clothes hoarder. Well, not too much,” she gets up from where she was standing. She’s changed from this morning, her hair is piled on top of her head, in this knot thing, she’s in shorts, and a white ribbed tank top. I can see her lace bra perfectly through it, and I let out a growl, when she gets closer to me.
“Damn, you look good,” I reply and then sweep her up off her feet. Quinn’s legs wrap around me when I find the nearest wall, propping her up against it.
I sip at her lips, it’s slow yet all-consuming the way she kisses me back.
“I missed you,” she murmurs, her forehead against mine when we finally pull apart.
“Missed you, baby. More than I can describe,” my hips thrust and I know she can feel every inch of me that’s aching and ready for her.
“Oh god,” she moans.
“Not gonna be able to take you here with my mother and brothers downstairs, not with the way you moan,” I grunt out.
“It’s probably a good idea you don’t. Not yet, we didn’t use protection this morning, and Mason, I’m not on anything. After years of being demanded to be on birth control, the first thing I did was throw it away when I finished. I never dreamed I would find you, though,” she rushes out.
“Knew what I was doing when I took you bare, Quinn. I want you tied to me every way possible, and if we make a baby, then I’m thankful as fuck, and if we don’t well it’ll give us more time together.”
“God, how I love you,” she states, I slowly let her down, not wanting to let her go, but knowing we have work to do.
“Love you, Quinn.”
27
Quinn
“Summer, oh my gosh. The look on Mason’s face was priceless when all the furniture came in. He was the one saying we needed this and that. So, I just picked what we both agreed on. Then when it all came, he looked so overwhelmed. I gave him a beer and told him to go sit out back,” I laugh as I tell Summer the latest news.
“I wish I were there, hell I would have been if I could have. You know that right?” She questions.
“I do, you and Sawyer can come over anytime and I’ll be over there tomorrow morning. I know you need a break. Have you told Rome yet?”
“No, I’m trying to decide the perfect way to tell him. But I’m running out of time, plus knowing Rome, he’ll think he knew all along, and he won’t be wrong. Damn alpha man,” she grumbles.
“I think it should be sooner than later, you know how worried he gets about you,” I respond.
“You’re right. I’m just going to tell him tonight. No fanfare or preplanning. I’ll just be like surprise. Classic Summer, I guess. Ugh, oh well. What all do you have left to get for the house?”
“We just need some décor, to make this place look like a home. Oh, and pillows. Mason is not a fan of extra throw pillows, but well, I have to give him hell sometime or another,” I laugh. We bought a new bed set for the master bedroom. It’s something both of us liked, soft muted colors that went perfectly with the light grey walls. What he hates is that I make the bed every single day and it’s stacked high with pillows.
He grumbles but I see the contentedness in his eyes, Mason thinks he’s tricking me with his moans and groans. I see the truth though, the small touches are really making our house become a home.
“Let me know how everything goes, and you know we’re here if you need help with anything,”
“I know and same goes, see you soon!” Summer says, and I hear Sawyer babbling in the background.
“See you,” we hang up and I walk out to the back deck and wait for Mason to get home. He’s working late this week, so it’s just me and the ocean. I’m still trying to decide what I’ll do next now that my modeling career is over. I’m deep in thought when my phone rings. I look down and see that it’s John, the lawyer.
“Hello,” I speak into the phone.
“Hey Quinn, it’s John. I just got everything back and was able to look over all of the contracts. It’s not looking good, things are missing. According to your accountant, things really aren’t adding up from what was deposited into your account and what was documented on the contracts. Can you stop by my office tomorrow?” he asks.
I’m stumbling over my words, “Uh...Um, sure. I have an appointment at nine, I can stop by after then?”
“That works, I’ll let my secretary know you’ll be in. We’ll get to the bottom of this Quinn. Tell Mason I said hello for me.”
“Thank you, John. I’ll see you tomorrow.” We hang up and I know tomorrow is going to be a full day.
28
Mason
Rome set up a family tradition of sorts, we’re all here. Rome, Heath, Mom, and myself, at the jewelry store. I knew I wanted Quinn to have my last name the moment I touched her.
“So, I think Summer’s pregnant and just hasn’t told me,” Rome whispers o
ut away from Mom and Heath.
“Really? That’s great man, I’m happy for you,” I respond. I eye a ring out of the corner of my eye.
“Just don’t tell anyone anything. I don’t want to ruin it for her. You know how she is about surprises.”
“Oh, I know. She pulls them off on you good, too,” I chuckle. A ring has caught my eye, it’s a round cut diamond, something bigger than I thought would draw my eye, but would also tell everyone she’s mine too.
Mom comes over, when she sees me ask the associate to look at it, “Oh, honey. That is perfect for Quinn,” tears are in her eyes and I take that moment to hug her.
“Thank you for being here for this,” I tell her.
“I wouldn’t miss this for the world, I’m so proud of my boys. Each and every one of you, even if Heath needs some sense knocked into him.”
Rome and I both laugh at her comment, “He’ll find his special someone one day, Ma.”
“Would you two quit putting shit in her head. I’m happy being free and easy,” Heath says, and then lets out a whistle when he sees Quinn’s ring.
“Damn, you’ll see her hand a mile away. Marking your territory brother?” he questions.
“Hell yes, I am. Can you blame me?”
“Glad to add another little sis into the mix, Mason,” Heath says, and the jokester calms down and shows who he really is. It’s at times like these we all know Heath hides his pain with laughter.
One day though, he’ll find the right woman that will put a genuine smile on his face, and I for one can’t wait to see that happen.