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Another shower was in order after all the moving and lifting. Mason went back to his place to change and their plan was to meet up and head over to Liz and Silas’s house, but when she got out of the shower there was a text from her new husband.
Babysitting services no longer needed.
Silas asked for a night in.
Still want to see me?
He added a gif of a little kid with his fingers crossed, begging please.
Yes, I still want to see you.
Can I also request a night in?
With sexy times of course.
I’m too tired to people.
Xeni really liked Mason’s friends, but she’d used up all her smiles that morning chatting with the girls. She knew that if they went out, they’d likely run into more people Mason knew and she just didn’t have the energy for more introductions or explanations.
We can absolutely stay in.
Your place or mine?
A few hours wasn’t enough time to have one of the guest room beds replaced and even though Sable had a pretty big bed in her master bedroom, it would take more than new sheets for Xeni to feel comfortable having sex up there. Especially the kind of freaky sex she hoped she and Mason would get into. There was only one option that would guarantee maximum comfort.
Your place.
7pm. Dress for a night outdoors.
I’ll take care of the mosquitoes.
Xeni sent back the best fist pump gif she could find.
At seven on the dot, she pulled into a parking space behind the cannery. The farm was closed, but she could still see a few people buzzing around closing up the place for the night. Just as she hopped out of the drivers’ seat, Mason came around the side of the cafe.
“Evening, love.”
“Hello.” Xeni went with the feeling that was carrying her feet forward and walked right into his arms. It shouldn't have been so easy, so natural for her to kiss him on sight, but she couldn’t help herself. She stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. His lips were so soft and warm, so welcoming, she wondered for a moment if they could skip dinner and get right to the fucking.
Of course her stomach chose that exact moment to let out the craziest growl.
“A wee famished, are we?” Mason laughed.
“I’m starving.”
“Well, follow me right this way.” He took her hand and led her out to the cafe’s patio. All the tables and most of the chairs were stacked neatly to the side. In the center of the patio, there were two tables and two chairs. One table was set for two with a large citronella candle at the center. The other table was filled with what had to be no less than twenty Chinese takeout containers. There were also a few buckets of ice loaded down with beer, champagne and bottled water. Mason had thought of everything.
“Well, this is romantic as fuck,” she smiled up at her date for the evening and gave his hand a light squeeze.
“I jumped the hedge a bit and put in the order without asking what you wanted. Then I panicked and basically ordered everything on their menu. Whatever you don’t want, I’ll eat.”
“Sounds good.”
“You might not remember, but Emma Chen, one of the truant teens who showed up to the memorial?”
“Yeah,” Xeni laughed. Sable really had an interesting assortment of friends.
“Well, this is from her mom’s restaurant downtown, Szechuan Garden.”
“Shit, maybe we should have gone there to dine in tonight. If she was friends with Sable, I want to at least say hello.”
“Monday. It’s across from the jewelers.”
“Perfect. Let’s do it.”
“Please have a seat.” Mason pulled out one of the patio chairs for her.
“Thank you.”
“And what will the lady be drinking this evening?”
“That champagne looks good. Let’s go with that.”
“I think I’ll join you.”
Xeni shook her head and smiled at Mason’s over-the-top behavior. She didn’t hate it one bit. He pulled his seat closer to her so their legs were touching under the table, then lifted his glass.
“A toast if you will.”
“I’m always down for a toast.”
“To my wife—”
“You like saying that, don’t you?”
“I only get to say it for twenty-six and a half more days. I’m running it into the ground.”
“Fair enough. To me,” Xeni said, raising her glass.
“To you and the strength and the vulnerability you’ve showed me the last few days. Just met and you’re already making me want to be a better man.”
“Okay, you’re gonna make me cry again.”
“No! Don’t cry. Just drink.” Mason rushed to clink their glasses together, then tossed back the champagne. Xeni took a smaller sip, appreciating his enthusiasm.
“So, tell me more about you?” he asked as he handed her the shrimp fried rice.
“Let’s see. I’m cute and an amazing dresser, but you already know that. What else do you want to know?”
“What do you do with your free time when you’re not involved in an elaborate marriage plot?”
“I mean, I’m always involved in an elaborate marriage plot. You’re my fourth husband this month.”
“That must be exhausting.”
“No, I don’t know. I hang out with my friends. I spend time with my folks. See my cousins when I can. I’m kinda boring. I watch a lot of T.V.. I’m quite the crafter, actually.”
“Are you now?”
“I am. A little crochet, a little bit of cross-stitch, some knitting when I have the patience for it. One summer, my mom made me and my friends pick an activity so we wouldn’t just be roaming the streets of L.A. and I picked this crafting camp down at our church. I really got into it. Here.” Xeni pulled up her phone and showed Mason the picture of the blanket she’d made for baby Rowan. “I made this for my friend Sloan’s baby.”
Mason took her phone so he could examine the picture more closely. “That’s excellent work.”
“Thank you. Yeah, I just kinda craft and chill. I wish there was more to tell you, but that’s it.”
“You have any good T.V. recommendations? I’ve been stuck in a bit of a documentary rut.”
“Oh, uh… I mean, I mostly watch reality shows. It’s easy to zone out and tune back in when the drama kicks up.”
“Okay,” Mason chuckled. ‘What are you watching?”
“Waiting patiently for a new season of the Great British Baking Show.”
“You and Liz both. She is obsessed with that show and the French version.”
“The French version is amazing. Let’s see. My friends and I get together every Monday to watch a different reality dating show. Have you seen A Match Made in Paradise?”
“Only a few episodes, but I know it’s very popular back home.”
“We’re watching the Australian version now while we wait for the American version of Prince Charming to come back.”
“So you have a whole system?”
Xeni picked up her phone and pulled up a picture of her with Joanna, Shae, Keira, Meegan, Sarah, Erica and Sloan piled on Keira’s sectional. Keira’s husband, Daniel, had taken the photo and immediately escaped to a quieter part of the house.
“Here. Me and the girls.”
“I have a hard time believing this group doesn’t get up to its fair share of trouble.”
“No. We are all pretty boring. Well, Sloan,” she pointed to her pint-sized friend sitting on Meegan’s lap, “she’s a freaking heart surgeon. And Shae,” she pointed to the sweet-faced, plus-sized beauty to her right, “she owns the best cupcake spot in the city. I should put her in touch with Liz, see if she’s willing to share that apple cake recipe.”
“Not a bad idea.”
“Otherwise, I’m gonna have to ask Liz to ship cake to me like once a month. Or twice.”
“She’d be happy to.”
“Anyway.
Sarah and Meegan teach with me at Whippoorwill. Erica’s an adjunct professor at Cal State Dominguez Hills and Keira’s a personal trainer.” She pulled up another picture of the whole gang at Sloan and Rafe’s wedding.
“I’m picturing a scenario where you’re all secretly spies with your own areas of expertise.”
“That would be fun and maybe a little bit porny. Actually, Keira and her husband run a BDSM club and Meegan’s a member.”
“Really?”
“But, that’s not me,” Xeni laughed. “I already told you I’m just really hot, well dressed and boring. I go to work and I craft. And watch crappy television.”
“I go to work and play music,” Mason replied. “I don’t think we’re required to do more than keep ourselves employed and have one law-abiding hobby. So, tell me about this club.”
“I barely know anything about it. There are rules. I’m guessing levels of nudity. Why? You want to go?”
“No. I’ve just had an erection since you arrived and I’m trying to make matters worse.”
Xeni almost choked on her spring roll. She took a sip of champagne and did her best to clear her throat. “You want me to make you harder? While we eat?”
“Uncomfortably so,” he said. Xeni knew he was just teasing, but she wanted to be sure. She looked over her shoulder to see if they had an audience. There was still one young man cleaning the cafe, but he was so intent on his work that Xeni figured they were in the clear. She wiped her hand with her napkin, then slid her fingers across his broad thigh. A tingling heat spread out of her own skin as his thigh muscles jumped at the contact. She moved her hand higher until she brushed against the thick bulge pressing against the seam of his khaki shorts.
Mason licked his lips and set down his fork. He looked over at her as he sat back and spread his legs further apart. Xeni rubbed a little higher, searching for the head of his cock through the fabric. When she found it, she teased the tip with a little pressure from her thumb.
“That’s quite the big problem you have there.”
“Mmmhmm.”
“What are you thinking about right now?” Xeni asked.
“Would you like the romantic version or the truth?”
Xeni swallowed and tried, but failed, to compose herself. Her pussy throbbed just considering the dirty words he had waiting for her. “The truth.”
“I’m thinking about coming on those gorgeous tits of yours. You’re the only woman I’ve ever met that makes t-shirts looks sinful.”
Xeni glanced down at her breasts that were now aching to be touched. She wanted Mason’s mouth on her nipples. She wanted his rough palms caressing them.
“What else?”
“Finish your dinner and I’ll show you.”
Xeni withdrew her hand and did her best to focus back on the delicious food in front of her, but after nearly five minutes of silence, she was ready to tear off her own clothes. She watched Mason carefully, every feature of his face, the way he appeared to be restraining himself from shoving handfuls of food in his mouth so they could move this party up to his apartment. There was so much she wanted to do with him, so much that she wanted to do to him, but mostly she wanted to see what other tricks he had up his sleeves. All the shocking things he could do to make her wet in ways she’d never been wet before.
When she could say she was honestly full, she set down her fork and sat back. “That was lovely. Thank you. Take your time.”
“No.” Xeni snorted as Mason stood and started packing up the remaining food. It only made sense for her to lend a hand. They had the patio cleaned up in record time.
“I just need to tell Jimmy we’re done out here.”
“Okay.” She grabbed the box with the leftover beverage bottles and followed him into the kitchen in the back of the cafe. They tucked everything into the corner of the large walk-in fridge. Then she took his hand and let him lead her back out to the main dining area where Jimmy was mopping the floor.
“We’re all set out there.”
“That was quick,” the kid said. He straightened and rested his arm on the top of the mop handle. “Is this the wife?”
“Yes. Xeni, Jimmy Poulos. Jimmy, this is my wife, Xeni. We haven’t had time to discuss last names.”
“Nice to meet you, Jimmy,” Xeni called over her shoulder as Mason pulled her back toward the exit. “Rude much,” she laughed as he shooed her up the stairs.
“You want to go back and hang out with Jimmy?”
“No, I don’t.” She rushed up the steps with Mason on her heels, grateful to find the door already unlocked. They stumbled inside and both started to undress before Mason closed the door all the way. Xeni noticed that he’d tidied up. Not that his place was a sty before, but it seemed more in order. He’d also changed his sheets and made his bed. Not that any of that mattered. She was horny enough to have sex on the carpet that must have been installed sometime in the late eighties. Almost.
Xeni pulled off her shirt as Mason toed out of his sneakers. She undid her bra as he discarded his shorts and boxers in one go, and just as she was about to shimmy out of her leggings, he was completely nude, moving across the room toward her. He turned her around, pulled her against his chest and shoved his hand down the front of her leggings, over her underwear. Her nipples hardened even more as he pinched a puckered tip with his other hand.
“Fuck. Mason,” she cried out as his fingers cupped her whole sex. She was still soaking wet, her panties drenched from her arousal, and the motion of his fingers moving up and down made her pussy weep with pleasure. He latched onto the sensitive skin of her neck, sucking and biting as she squirmed in his grasp.
“Inside,” she begged. “Inside my underwear. Move your hand.”
“Like this?” he asked, pushing her underwear to the side. Xeni sighed at the merciful contact, the feeling of his calloused fingers spreading her labia and her juices, making an even bigger mess. “Or more like this?” He pressed one finger and then another inside her aching cunt and Xeni thought she might pass out.
“Yes,” she managed to whimper. “Just like that. Fuck.”
Xeni rode his fingers, rocking her hips, soaking up the sensation of his strong hand in the front and his hot thick cock pressing against her back. When she felt the rising pulse of her orgasm threatening to overtake her, she grabbed his wrist and begged him to stop. He froze, then released her. She stepped out of his grasp and backed toward his desk, peeling off her damp leggings and underwear as she went.
“Can I taste you first?” he asked.
“Yes,” she moaned.
Mason came over to the desk and dropped to his knees. Even on the floor, his head came up to the middle of her chest. He took a moment to worship her breasts the way she’d been wanting him to all night. Taking them both in his hands, he drew his tongue over her hard nipples, suckling each tip until she was gripping his hair, begging for mercy. When they had more time, when she wasn’t so desperate, she’d ask him to spend all night licking and sucking her tits. Another time.
His hands went to her waist as if to steady them both before he went down on all fours. He looked up at her before he reached out and stroked her leg. Xeni’s eyes popped wide at the erotic sight. She’d never had a man prone before her like that. She threaded her fingers through his dark brown curls and tilted his chin up to her throbbing pussy. He pressed closer, pushing his tongue inside her. Xeni sagged back on the desk, doing her best to support herself with her other hand. She was going to come right in his mouth. There was no stopping her this time. He reached up and pinched her clit lightly between his fingers and that was all it took. That and the searching motion of his thick tongue inside her.
Xeni came hard, soaking his parted lips and his mustache.
Her orgasm was still echoing over her skin when he stood and encouraged her to turn around. She did what he wanted, bracing herself with her palm flat on the wood surface. It felt like years had passed in the time it took him to get the condom on when he finally stepped beh
ind her and bent her over with a gentle palm sliding down her back. He cupped her ass and massaged her cheeks apart before he was at her pussy opening, slowly pressing himself inside. Xeni pushed back, taking him all at once. Her mouth fell open at the sound of the throaty groan that echoed over her shoulder.
She pressed her forehead to the cool surface before she turned her head to the side.
“Does that feel good, baby?” she asked. And for the first time, possibly ever, she realized what it meant to want to own a man. To have him craving you in ways neither of you understood.
“You know it does,” Mason replied as he pulled out inch by inch before easing back in. Xeni clenched her muscles around him, driving them both crazy as he slid in and out again. “It feels so, so good,” he moaned.
They found a perfect rhythm with her meeting his every thrust. She had to wonder if he knew how amazing his cock was. She came again, imagining what it would be like to wrap her lips around it. She wasn’t close to done. She wanted to fuck him at least two more times before they called it a night. She wanted to sit on his face again, and the kissing? She wanted so much more of that. But first, she squeezed his thigh, asking him to stop again. He heard her through his own pounding lust and gave her the room she needed to climb off the desk and turn around.
Xeni went to her knees and took the thick length of him in her mouth. She didn’t love the flavor of the latex, but it was mixed with her own musk, which spurred her on to take as many inches of him as she could and she wrapped her fingers around the rest. Later, she thought as he leaned forward and gripped the edge of the desk, filling the condom, later she would definitely let him come in her mouth and all over her tits.
16
“One second, love.”
“Oh, sorry.” Xeni moved so Mason could adjust his arm. He settled again and pulled her back against his chest. After she’d sucked his life force out through his cock, they’d collapsed on his bed in a naked heap. After they stopped kissing and paused long enough for a quick water break and so Xeni could twist back her hair and pull it back in the silk scarf she slept in, Xeni asked if they could watch A Match Made In Paradise: Australia. She’d missed Monday’s episode and Mason understood what she wasn’t saying. She missed watching the show with her friends. He saw the way her eyes lit up and how she smiled when she showed him the pictures of her girl crew. If she needed a taste of home and friendship, who was he to get in the way? He handed over his laptop and watched her do some illegal shit so they could watch the Australian-based reality competition.
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