by Andrea Joy
“Sofia… she’s so fucking young. The world hasn’t tainted her yet and I feel like the biggest bastard for wanting her. But there’s this fire in her, one I don’t think she even realizes she has yet. I see it every time I do or say something that hurts her or makes her angry. She never calls me on my bullshit, though. Until last night.” I shift slightly, stretching my legs out in front of me and crossing my ankles. “God, Emily, what the hell am I doing?”
I leave the cemetery a couple mins later, more resigned to the fact that it’s only a matter of time before I have Sofia under me again.
I shouldn’t be here. I’m still raw from my visit to the cemetery this morning, but the guys insisted on dragging me out and I was hard pressed to say no. So, after taking Bowser for a run, I jumped into the shower and met them at Club Nineveh.
I notice Braxton and Klara disappear upstairs to one of the private rooms almost as soon as I step through the doors, and I’m pretty sure Alessandro and Jessika do too because I don’t see them anywhere down here.
“Is that Sofia?” Toni asks, tipping his chin in the direction of a group of people sitting in a few of the leather arm chairs against one wall.
My eyes track where he’s looking and sure enough, there she is. At the BDSM club I co-own with her cousin.
“What the fuck is she doing?” I ask, ignoring the looks of the men around the table and glare at where Sofia is standing in the middle of a group of men who look like they’re ready to pounce. Not just any men, but Doms and Masters. I watch as Sofia throws her head back and laughs at something one of the men says, her hand resting on his bicep. None of them have morphed into their dominate sides yet but when they do, they’ll break her.
Damnit, she’s not ready for this.
“Looks like the angel is ready to take a walk on the dark side,” Stefan says, grinning into his beer. A hint of interest in his eyes.
“Does Braxton know about this?” I can’t imagine he’d allow his cousin anywhere near those men. He barely allows his wife, Klara, into this club.
A chorus of chuckles and snorts draws my attention away from Sofia and to the men sitting around the table.
“What?”
“I don’t think Braxton is the one she has to worry about,” Antonio claps a hand on my back, finishing off the whiskey in his glass. His other arm wrapped around the shoulders of his husband.
“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?”
I don’t get to hear any of their responses because when my gaze swings back to Sofia she’s no longer standing in the circle of men. I hurriedly scan the crowd of men and women; some half naked, some still dressed like they just came from the office. The longer it takes for me to locate her, the more tension coils tightly in my gut. Until I finally spot her up at the far bar. One of the Masters from the group she was chatting up earlier is pressed up against her back as she leans slightly over the bar. His fingers deftly moving her hair away from her neck. I can practically see her shiver from the movement even at this distance.
“Easy, Tiger,” Antonio says. “You go over there like this and you’ll scare her.”
“Then he better get his paws off her,” I grit out through clenched teeth.
Someone hands me another beer and I make the conscious effort to slow my breaths and calm down. That is until the fucker leans in and starts kissing up her neck.
Fuck this shit.
Slamming the dark bottle down, I slide out of the booth. I’m not even aware of what I’m doing until I’m the one pressed up against Sofia with her facing me, her eyes wide in shock.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I hiss, pulling her into me.
“Taking in the scenery,” she says with a shrug, bringing her glass to her suckable lips.
“Jesus Christ, Sofia, if Braxton finds you here, he’ll-”
“He’ll what, Mason? Spank me? Yell at me? Forbid me from entering the club again? I’m twenty-six and a member, he can’t do anything.”
Sofia moves closer, her breasts pushing up against my chest. With the heels she’s wearing, she’s easily able to reach her lips up to my ear. I suppress a groan when her teeth graze against my lobe and she sucks it between her lips. Her hand runs down my abdomen then down to palm the growing bulge behind my zipper, and just like that the last thread of control I had left snaps. I want her. More than anyone I’ve ever wanted before.
“Get lost,” I growl at the man still standing behind her, eyeing us with interest.
I grip her hips and pull her closer, my lips devouring hers. When she moans, I dive deeper, my hands roaming down to cup her ass and pull her even closer. I have no doubt that she can feel my now fully rock hard erection pressing against her belly.
“Upstairs,” I manage to say after ripping my mouth from hers.
“What?” Sofia gazes up at me, her eyes glassy like she’s already had one too many drinks. I grin, hoping that I’m the cause of that look and not the alcohol.
“Unless you want me to take you up against this wall in front of a club full of strangers, I suggest we take this particular party to one of the rooms upstairs.” I nip and suck my way down the curve of her neck.
“Oh… yeah…” Sofia breathes, her head dropping back as I suck a mark into her neck. “Upstairs is… good. So good,” she moans.
Just as I pull away from her, taking her smaller hand in mine and turning in the direction of the stairs, my cell vibrates in the inside pocket of my jacket.
“Fuck,” I snap under my breath, when I see the name on the call display, and stop dead halfway up the staircase.
“Why are we stopping?” Sofia says from behind me, her hand gently squeezing mine.
“I have to go. One of my clients just got arrested.” I knew the call was coming, had prepared for it, but they couldn’t have at least fucking waited until morning?
With one hand on her hip, I push her up against the wall of the staircase and press my other hand to the wall beside her head, lowering my lips to her, I kiss her again, one full of promise.
“Go to my house. I want you naked and waiting for me in the middle of my bed,” I whisper in her ear after pulling away from the kiss. “I’ll text you the code for the garage, the door through to the house should be unlocked.” I kiss her again, not giving her a chance to argue and then push away and make my way back through the crowd. Before stepping out the door I give the hostess strict instructions to make sure Sofia gets into a cab.
Chapter Twelve
SOFIA
Mason: 3792
I input the garage code into the small keypad and then get back in my car. Once the door is rolled up enough, I pull forward, parking beside Mason’s Harley. After Mason left the club, the hostess informed me that he had ordered a cab for me. Which I declined. I was fine enough to drive and I didn’t want to leave my car in the parking lot overnight. It was a rental and I’d be damned if I was going to pay the outrageous insurance fee if anything were to happen to it. The door through to the house is unlocked like he said it would be. Dropping my purse on the counter beside the door, I toe my heels off just inside of the door and then pull my shirt over my head, letting the silk-like material slip through my fingers and land on the floor as I make my way through the rest of the house. My skin-tight skinny jeans are the next to go on the bottom step after I retrieve my cellphone from one of the pockets. My bra is next at the top of the stairs and then my underwear just outside of his bedroom door. Mason said I had to be naked and waiting on his bed when he got home but he didn’t say that I couldn’t leave him a trail.
I crawl into the centre of Mason’s king-sized bed and sit crossed legged as I connect my phone to his Echo Dot and scroll through a Spotify playlist until I find one I love. It’s not until the second song when I realize that while this isn’t the first time I’ve been in Mason’s room it is the first time I’ve had time to explore his private space. It’s big. Bigger than your average master bedroom, but then Mason’s house is huge. The king bed doesn’t even take up h
alf of one side of the room. There’s a floor to ceiling sliding glass door to one side and a seating area complete with two armchairs and a coffee table on the other side of the bed.
There are two doors beyond the seating area. I’m assuming one is the attached bathroom and the other is the closet. Figuring that I still have a while before Mason comes home, I slip from the bed and head towards the door closer to the seating area but further from the bedroom door.
“Holy shit.”
On one side are his and her sinks. A slate grey stone countertop runs the entire length of the wall with black cabinets underneath. On the other side is a shower that could easily fit four people. It has two of those rain shower heads as well as a regular one. Beside the shower is a deep jet tub. My toes curl and I bite down on my lip thinking about sinking into a bath filled with bubbles and Mason. There’s another door at the other end of the bathroom. I slide it open to reveal a side-by-side state of the art washer and dryer. Mason’s bathroom is like my wet dream. Seriously, who even has a bathroom like this outside of those renovated houses on HGTV.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I push open the second door and step into every females dream closet. My feet sink into carpet soft enough I could probably take a nap right in the middle of the closet floor. If there wasn’t a dresser there. On one side is all of Mason’s clothes and shoes. Separated by suits and casual wear it seems like. On the other are women’s clothes. My stomach clenches at the realization that they’re probably still Emily’s clothes.
Has he not gone through his late wife’s belongings yet?
Not feeling like snooping anymore, I grab a tie from one the hooks at the back of the closet door and make my way back to the bed. Just in time too because as soon as my ass hits the center of the bed, I hear the front door clicking closed. I quickly secure the tie around my head, making sure it covers my eyes and then lay down with my arms and legs spread wide as if they were bound to each of the bed posts.
The closer I hear Mason’s feet coming toward the bedroom, the higher my desire climbs until I’m a whimpering mess. I know when he finally steps into the bedroom because I can feel his eyes raking down my body like a gentle caress. Altogether too much and not enough.
The sound of a drawer opening and closing to my left has my head snapping in that direction. The bed beside my hip dips momentarily like something was thrown there. I’m regretting the tie now because I’d give anything to see what he’s doing. Is he undressing? Is he stroking his cock while he watches me and plans what he wants to do with me? Are his pupils blown with lust as he imagines my skin marked with his hand and fingerprints?
I jump when a ghost of warm breath touches my inside ankle and trails up the inside of my leg. Then his hands are guiding my feet to lay flat on the bed and shoving my knees further apart. My back almost bows completely off the bed when I feel his tongue lick between my slick folds. A heavy arm bounds across my waist, holding me down as his tongue flicks my clit and then he sucks the nub between his lips.
“Oh god! Mason!” My hands fly down to grasp his head. I grind my hips up, trying to seek out more. I need more, but all too soon he’s gone.
“On your knees. Elbows on the bed.”
I scramble up and over to carry out his demand. A sharp slap hits my ass cheek once I’m on my knees and I hiss lowering to my forearms. Mason palms my ass cheeks and then pulls them apart, his breath hot against my hole but thankfully he doesn’t lick me there. Instead he tongues my pussy. I push back against him, fucking myself on his tongue and trying to take him deeper.
“Someone’s greedy,” he says, landing another smack to my other cheek. Then his fist is wrapping in my hair and I feel the head of his cock probing my entrance. Mason gives a sharp tug on my hair, forcing my head back and my back to arch more, and then… and then he’s thrusting into me in one smooth move.
“Ahh, fuck.”
Mason doesn’t give me a reprieve; he keeps fucking me harder and faster. The headboard hits the wall with every thrust forward. I’m glad he doesn’t live in an apartment because I can just imagine what we must sound like with my screams, his loud grunts as he uses me, and the bed banging against the wall. He lets go of his hold on my hair to curl an arm under my chest and pull me up, his other hand snaking down between my legs to find my clit.
I rip the tie from around my head. I have to blink a couple times to focus my vision, but then Mason’s pinching my chin and forcing my face to the side so he can kiss me. I reach behind us and dig my fingers into the muscly flesh of his ass, feeling it flex with every thrust of his hips.
“Mason!”
He grunts in my ear. “Give it to me, Sofia. Come around my cock.”
“Oh God,” I groan.
A couple more thrusts and Mason sinks his teeth into my shoulder, and that’s it. I’m gone. My toes curl and wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over me. Shudders rack my body and I have to shove his hand away from my clit because it’s way too sensitive. He releases his arm from around me and pushes me onto my stomach again. Gripping my hips, he maneuvers my body and pounds into me once… twice… three times and then he’s coming with a deep growl.
He pumps his hips forward a couple more times through his orgasm before pulling out slowly and dropping down beside me on the bed. I turn my head to the side and grin. His normally styled hair is sweat slick to his forehead, his chest heaving with each struggled breath. Mason James is handsome as fuck. He folds an arm behind his head and laughs at the goofy grin that must be evident on my face.
“C’mere.”
I snuggle up against his side. Resting my head on his chest, I ignore his damp skin and interlace my leg between his. I fall asleep to him tracing random designs across my back.
“We should go on a date!” I lift up on my elbow and trace a line down the middle of his chest. There must be something seriously wrong with me if I’m putting the suggestion out there again. The last time I asked for a date, it didn’t go well at all. But apparently, I never learn my lesson the first time.
“A date?”
“Yeah,” I laugh. “We can go to dinner, have some wine. Maybe go dancing after.” I trail a finger further down to the waistband of his underwear. “We haven’t been on a date yet.” Say yes.
Mason curls a hand around my wrist, halting any further movement beneath his briefs. “Sofia, I don’t think…”
The war of emotions that play across his face is like another punch to the gut. I’m such an idiot. Again. I yank my hand out of his and throw the covers back. Leaving a trail of my clothes through his house seemed like such a good idea last night, but now in the light of morning it was probably my worst idea yet. Holding my head high, I leave his room gathering articles of clothing and getting dressed on my way downstairs. By the time I reach the entryway, I’m fully dressed except for my flats that are by the side door in the garage. I quickly grab them, and my purse and yank open the front door.
I’m maybe half down his driveway before I hear the front door open again behind me.
“Sofia!”
I ignore him and keeping walking, wishing I had brought up the ride share app on my phone and ordered a driver before leaving his house. It would’ve made my get away that much quicker and save the coming confrontation.
Shit, my car! Fuck it, I’ll come by later when I know he’s not home and get it since I know the code to the garage now.
“Sofia!” He calls again, his voice a lot closer.
Is he running?
“Dammit, Sof! Stop.”
A large hand curls around my bicep and pulls me up short, spinning me around. Before I’ve completed the turn, my arms are already up, and I start throwing punches as soon as his body comes into view.
“You can’t keep hurting me like this! I won’t let you,” I yell as each of my fists collide with his hard chest. Mason doesn’t bother to try and stop me He just lets me continually hit him and that just makes me angrier. I momentarily forget that we’re standing in his drive
way, in view of all his neighbours. Thankfully, his neighbours are all corporate types and since it’s barely going on two in the afternoon on a Monday, none of them are home.
“Are you done?” He asks, when I start to lose my momentum and slow my hits.
“No,” I grind out and slap him once more in the chest before crossing my arms. “Now I am.”
His lips twitch fighting against a grin then thinks better of it from the scowl on my face. Mason sighs, running a hand through his already mused hair. “You didn’t give me a chance to explain.”
“What?”
“You ran out so fast, you didn’t give me a chance to explain.”
“That was on purpose. I don’t want to hear whatever excuse you’ve thought up this time on why we can’t be together.”
Mason moves so fast I don’t realize he’s moved until his arm is around my waist and my body is pressed flush against his.
“That’s just the thing,” he says, tipping my face up with his hand, his thumb lazily stroking back and forth across my cheek. “I’ve run out of excuses. It was stupid of me to try and deny whatever this is.” He leans down to rest his forehead against mine. “I want you, Sofia, don’t ever doubt that. I will always want you.”
“I thought you said…”
“I know,” he says, pressing a kiss to one corner of my lips and then the other. “I know what I said.”
“Then why…”
“I don’t know. I just know that when I’m this close to you I need to touch you. I can’t breathe until I feel your skin beneath mine. I can’t think until I have you in my arms.”
I bury my face in the crook of his neck, my fingers curling around the material at his back, and breathe in the scent of sandalwood and Mason.
“You know how much I hate when people cut me off when I’m talking,” I huff, then grin when his chest heaves with a laugh. “What are we doing?”
His thumb moves from my cheeks to under my chin causing me to lean back and forcing me to look at him. “Does it matter? I just know I can’t go another day without you in my arms.”