Xeni

by Rebekah Weatherspoon

  “Is this why you came to me on the first day of Spring?” she breathed, searching his face. She reached up and smoothed an errant hair in his mustache to the side. “’Cause, whoa, bruh. This is intense.”

  “It was that or next Wednesday on the new moon. I figured if all things went well tonight, we could work on some affirmations together.”

  “My god,” Xeni groaned. “Take me now.”

  “Is that a yes? You’ll stay married to me?”

  “Yes. Absolutely yes. I’m not changing my name though.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of asking.”

  Xeni kissed him again, unable to keep her hands off his face, his chest, his arms. His hand slid high up her skirt, taking a firm grip of her ass. Mason took the piece of paper from her hand and let it slide to the floor before he lifted her and moved her between his legs. His mouth found the side of her throat as he spread her thighs and pushed up her skirt.

  “Open your eyes,” he whispered.

  Xeni did as she was told. A desperate whimper slipped from her lips when her gaze caught his in the mirror. His other hand went to her breast and pulled her dress and her bra to the side, exposing her hard nipple. He grazed his thumb over the tight tip twice, then three times.

  “Spread your legs a little more for me, love. That’s perfect.” He pushed his fingers inside her underwear. She knew he could feel how wet he’d made her with just a kiss. “Is this how you do it?” he asked. “You watch yourself like this?”

  “Yes,” Xeni breathed as he pushed two fingers into her aching cunt. “But this is much better.”

  Epilogue

  June

  “Babe. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Babe. We have to stop.”

  “Not until you come,” Mason groaned behind her.

  Xeni had stepped into the bathroom to finish her makeup and, the next thing she knew, her amazing husband was fucking her from behind as she gripped the edge of the sink.

  Thanks to Sable, the two of them had done everything backwards, but every morning Xeni woke up and looked at the man beside her, she knew things were exactly how they were meant to be. Mason McInroy was the love of her life and she couldn’t imagine being without him.

  “Okay. I don’t want you to stop—oh my god. But babe, our moms are going to be back any second.”

  Today they were throwing their third party of the summer. There had been an engagement party for Sarah and Antonio. Turned out all his nosing around about moving into together had been a warm up to a proposal. He’d done the grand gesture at the Third Street Promenade, string quartet by the singing fountain, the whole thing. Sarah didn’t want to shack up with him, but marriage was a different story. Xeni was happy to offer up her massive back yard to celebrate their love.

  When school let out, there had been a small going away party for Xeni and her former fellow teachers. She’d completed the school year before handing in her resignation. For months, she’d been thinking about what she wanted to do next, how she could put her money to work. After her cousin announced she was pregnant, she’d realized the answer was right in front of her.

  Things were in the early stages, but she was starting a program to help Black and Brown pregnant people and new parents in L.A.. Her first step was to complete her doula training. She and Mason had come to a decision. They might take in some older children or teens down the road, but no babies for them. Xeni plain didn’t want to get pregnant again, but she still wanted to do something to help the next generation and their parents. When she’d talked more to Mason about her feelings, she’d felt more secure in that stance.

  Plus, they were too busy fucking all over the house to let an infant interrupt the fun. Mason’s mom, Marjorie, had only been staying with them for a week and she’d already put a damper on their sex schedule.

  They had maybe ten minutes before their moms came back from the store to help set up for her cousin Rosia’s baby shower.

  Xeni’s head dropped between her shoulders as another plea died on her lips, her pussy clenching around his hard cock. Okay, maybe they didn’t need to stop. Not yet. Just a few minutes more.

  “Baby, I’m gonna come,” her moan echoed off the bathroom tile, just Mason reached around and firmly pressed her clit. He ground into her, pulling her back tight against his hips as the orgasms rolled through her. Through her own haze of pleasure, she could feel his erection pulsing as he came inside of her.

  He gently pulled out and smoothed his hands over her lower back. “Don’t move yet.” Like she could. Lights were still bursting in front of her eyes. She peeked over when she heard the sink beside her come on. A second later, he was cleaning her up with a wet washcloth.

  “Good looking out,” she said.

  “Anything for you.”

  Xeni let out another deep breath before she stood. She grabbed her lotion to restore the baby softness to her butt and inner thighs. Then she went looking for her underwear, which had apparently landed by the foot of the bed when Mason had tossed them over her shoulder. The doorbell rang just as Mason pulled on a fresh shirt. He grabbed his cologne off the counter and gave himself a spritz.

  “Good?”

  “You’re good. You don’t smell like you've just been plowing me in the bathroom.”

  “Scent of Xeni is gonna be the title of my first studio album,” he said with a wink as he went to the door. A few seconds later, she heard her mom’s muffled voice. Mason had planned to teach music lessons here, but after word of his musical skills had gotten around to her family, two of his aunts had put him in touch with musician friends of theirs who got him some work playing the trumpet, flute and oboe on a few studio tracks. Seriously, who the fuck was her husband? But it wasn’t the Everlys who got him the break he’d been hoping for.

  In all their years of friendship, Meegan had failed to mention that international mega popstar and producer Duke Stone was her cousin. She’d put Mason in touch with him, just as a favor neither of them thought would go anywhere and it took a whole two minutes at the piano for Duke to fall in love with him. He’d hired Mason to record on his next album and if all went well, Mason would be on Duke’s next tour. Duke had some ideas for him and his bagpipes. Xeni was gonna miss him like crazy if they went on the road, but the look on his face when he told her the news? She knew every minute they were apart would be worth it. Mason had never been so happy. Well, except when he was with her.

  She finished up her mascara then triple checked herself in the mirror. Out in the bedroom, she grabbed at her phone and stopped just a moment to straighten the framed letters by the bedroom door. The letters they’d received from Sable and Mason’s comprehensive list of what he wanted out of life, all a reminder of the reasons they belonged together. There had also been a small picture of Aidan Quinn, but Xeni had made Mason take it down.

  “Where’s Marjorie?” she asked her mom when she stepped into the kitchen.

  “She’s outside talking to your neighbor.”

  “Left or right?”

  “The woman on the right, who’s the selling honey.”

  “Oh, Miss Veronica. Her husband loves Mason. He always asks him to come and play guitar for his dogs,” Xeni laughed.

  Her mom just shook her head.

  Xeni looked around at the cases of soda and beer piled on the island. Shae would be dropping off the gender reveal cake Xeni had bitten her tongue about in an hour. “What’s left in the car?” she asked her mom. Enough food to feed the whole block would arrive with the rest of her family.

  “There’s ice in the trunk,” her mom replied.

  “I got it,” Mason grunted, carrying a metric ton of ice under each arm. He ducked below the OH BABY banner hanging just inside the door, before he set them on the counter.

  “Anything else?”

  “Just the fruit, dear. I got it right here,” Marjorie said as she made her way in behind him, carrying a massive fruit platter. “Oh, that Veronica is just lovely and she’s so happy to have you two for neighbors.”

  “
She’s great,” Xeni agreed. “Let me take that for you.”

  “You know, if you two aren’t going to give us any grandchildren, you should at least get a cute little dog,” Marjorie said, handing over the fruit.

  Sloan’s husband had just convinced her to get a puppy, and with twin ten year olds running from responsibility and a toddler who had just learned to walk, she said she’d never known such regret.

  Xeni looked over at Mason, who looked back at her and winked. “Not much like a child, Mum,” he said. “But the discussion is on the table.”

  * * *

  THE END

  More LOOSE ENDS

  Hello Reader!

  Thank you so much for checking out Xeni and Mason’s love story. Mason appeared in Sanctuary by complete accident, but Xeni’s role in Sloan’s life was very deliberate. There was no way I could leave her out in the cold. Mason came back around, tapped me on the shoulder and let me know he was the perfect man to make her happy. I have to agree.

  Up next is my poor baby Meegan. She’s way overdue for some loving. Keep your eyes peeled for her Christmas time, fake dating, BDSM story. It’ll be a rocking good time.

  Xoxo - Rebekah

  Acknowledgments

  I must thank Alison from Mom’s Apple Orchard. Our visit to the farm has inspired five books now. I’m sure it will inspire many more.

  I must thank my supportive friends and family. My agent and of course, my dog.

  I must thank my darling friend Emmy, for letting me ask you weird questions about Scotland and the mail.

  Thank you to piper, David James Winter. Talk about right place, right time.

  Most importantly I have to thank you, the reader. This is for you.

  If you’re interested in more groovy bagpipe tunes, please check out the life and work of jazz bagpiper, Rufus Harley.

  About the Author

  Rebekah Weatherspoon is still exhausted, but optimistic.

  Be on the look out for Rebekah’s next book, A COWBOY TO REMEMBER. This Sleeping Beauty inspired contemporary Western will be out early 2020 from Kensington Books.

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  Copyright

  Copyright © 2019 by Rebekah Weatherspoon

  First Edition: October 2019

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  Credits

  Editor: Tara Scott

  Cover Design by AweSauce Designs

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental.

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