Mason's Winter

by C. M. Steele

  “What? I didn’t,” she chokes out, pointing her finger at me. “She’s lying.”

  “You did,” I screech out, forgetting that I was in public.

  “You can tell me that bullshit, but it doesn’t matter. Good night.” He turns around and walks us out of the restaurant. “Sorry about that, Winter.”

  “I’m going to be homeless now. I don’t know what I’m going to do,” I cry out, losing my nerve I had a moment ago. Fuck, what am I going to do?

  “Stop worrying, Winter. If you really want to work, you can work for my company.”

  “It’s not wanting to, I have to. I wasn’t born with a silver spoon like…”

  “Me?” he asks, quirking his brow. I totally didn’t mean him, but I know that he’s not going to be out on the street tomorrow like I will be.

  “No, I don’t know if you were born rich. I meant that I have to work for a living, unlike my step-sister.”

  He does a double take, then asks in disbelief, “Step-sister? You can’t mean that wench back there?”

  “Yes, but our parents are getting divorced.”

  “I never heard anything about him having a step-daughter.”

  “That’s because I’m just a stowaway. I have to be her assistant to get my college paid for and to live in their home.”

  I could see the anger in his eyes, but then he smiles and says, “Well, see there’s a little secret I will let you in on. They are trying to sell their company because she’s not good at running it. She’s grown up too spoiled. One of the side-effects of giving your kids everything is they may never learn the value of hard work. She is an example of it.”

  “What about you? Did you become successful by your own bootstraps?”

  “No, I had family money. Nowhere close to what I have now, but I had to earn my success. My parents owned a small textile company in the suburbs. We lived as a middle-class family, but of course, there were times when my father had to downsize and fell into the red. I never wanted to worry about going bankrupt or having to lay off employees when there’s a turn in the market or trends that lead to useless materials. I work buying companies and bringing them back to life before selling them and moving on to the next.”

  “Wow, you’re pretty awesome.” I feel so out of place around him. It’s different to meet someone who isn’t so damn self-absorbed.

  “I think you are too,” he adds, going straight to my ovaries.

  “Whatever. I don’t do anything special.”

  “As cheesy as it sounds, you do something special to me. Every time I think of you, see you, or dream of you, I want more. So my lovely Winter, you are special to me. Now, let’s get some dinner because I’m starving, and we can talk some more before I take you home and spend this weekend learning everything we can about each other.”

  “Um…sounds good.” He grabs my scarf and fixes it, then lowers his head, taking my lips with his, kissing me slowly, sliding his hands over my arms and pulling me tight to him until I can feel the desire in his pants. My body reacts instantly, rolling my hips forward, and grinding along his hard ridge.

  “And baby, I wasn’t kidding about the gift tag either,” he whispers, stepping back to look at me. “I definitely can’t wait to unwrap you.”

  “Then we better find a place to eat.”

  “That’s more like it.”

  Chapter 7

  Mason

  We walked down the street to a small restaurant, and they seated us quickly. “Winter, tell me a little about you. Tell me it all,” I say while we wait for our order.

  “What can I say? I graduated from UIC a few days ago,” she remarks, taking a sip of her water. I can see she's a little bit nervous, but then again, she steals lust-filled glances at me from beneath her pretty lashes.

  "Congratulations. That’s wonderful. In what?”

  “I have a degree in accounting.” Damn, Grable could use her to help with the company, but I’m guessing that was never an option.

  “Ha, man that explains another reason why she’s so dead set against you.”

  “I suppose that’s true,” she giggles.

  “So, when you're not slaving away for the shrew what do you do?" I ask, reaching for her hand to rub it. I can’t take my eyes off her, making her blush and smile all the way up her face.

  She straightens her shoulders then looks at me seriously, and states matter of factly, "Lately, I spend my time thinking of you." She starts giggling when she sees my surprise.

  "Be serious,” I growl, clasping our hands together. "Honestly, I spend time at the library. It's the only place I can afford to visit," she admits reluctantly, fiddling with the napkin in front of her. "What do you do when you're not ruling the world?"

  "Visit my mom."

  "That's so sweet." I shrug and sit back. I can see the questions in her eyes, so I answer it because she's too polite to ask. "My dad died two years ago. He was killed by a distracted driver."

  "Oh no, that's awful." I didn’t say that he was the distracted driver. He was busy getting head from his mistress when he crashed into another car, forcing my mom into a depression I never thought possible. She learns of my father’s affair only after learning of his death. My first thought is if Winter learns the truth, she’ll think I’d do the same to her. I wouldn’t because nothing is as terrible as destroying the person you love for a moment of release. Fuck, my hand has been my friend for years now. I won’t break her like my father did my mother. She's just coming around to being happy again and has even started dating some guy in the neighborhood who is a widower.

  “Thanks. But enough of the somber talk.” The waiter comes with our food which looks good. After we both have a bite, I begin my interrogation again, “What were your plans for Christmas?”

  She plays with her food on her plate before muttering, “Um…I really didn’t have any.”

  I lean in closer to get her attention that’s focused on the steamed broccoli. “You don’t celebrate?” I ask.

  “No, I love the Christmas season, but my family kind of sucks. We haven’t had a decent Christmas in two-plus years.”

  “Sorry, where’s your mom now?”

  “Off with her latest boyfriend, waiting for the divorce to be final before she marries the next guy.”

  “Oh no. I’m sorry Winter.”

  “It’s fine. She left me stranded and at the damn mercy of the Grables.”

  “Yes, that’s not good at all.”

  “Speaking of the car, the one I’m driving is theirs. I’m going to be thoroughly fucked.”

  I give her a smirk because the word fucked coming from her pretty lips only makes my dick harder. “You will be later on, but not when it comes to your life. I promise, Winter. I’m going to make everything better.”

  “You don’t have to be taking care of me just because you want to bang my brains out.”

  “I want to bang your brains out, but baby, that’s not all I want. I want you swollen with my babies, wearing my ring, and growing old with me.”

  “Stop. You’re making me blush.”

  “I happen to like the look on you. I’m crazy about you, Winter.” I would tell her that I loved her, but I didn’t want to scare her. They say it’s rare to fall in love at first sight, but I fell hard.

  As we’re sitting there, finishing our food, her phone rings. She looks at it and frowns. “Grable?”

  “Yes,” she remarks, staring down at it biting her lip with her finger hovering over the screen.

  “Let it go to voicemail. They can leave a message. I’m going to tell you this. They made it seem that you were just an assistant, which makes them big dickheads. So, don’t worry.”

  My phone starts ringing. I pull it out and wonder if it’s the Grables, but it’s my mom. “My mom,” I muttered, letting it go to voicemail.

  “You should have answered it. Maybe it’s important.”

  “No, she wants me to give her grandbabies already. So right now, she’s getting in the way of that.”r />
  “Well we can’t have sex right on the table,” she says just as the waiter returns to the table with our check. He smiles awkwardly, and Winter looks like she wants to slink under the table.

  “No, I suppose it’s not sanitary, but I would love to have dessert when we get home.” I look at the guy and give him a smirk. “The food was great,” I add dropping a fifty and stepping out of the booth. “Come on, babe.” She reaches out for me and stands. Helping her with her coat, I lean in and kiss her neck. “I bet you taste a thousand times better.” A light gasp escapes her lips then she shivers. I’m going to make her body do a lot more in a little bit.

  “Let’s get your car, and then I’ll follow you back to the Grable estate.”

  “Okay,” she says.

  We slowly stroll on to her car or at least where her vehicle should be, but I don’t see it. “Oh no. Where is it? This is where I parked it.”

  “Are you sure?” I question while trying to remember where we were but damn, my eyes had been on her only.

  “Yes, I’m sure.”

  “Yes, because I remember this Arizona plate in front of where I was.”

  “Okay.” I start looking around, and that’s when I see near the car parked there now. I had a feeling that this was intentional. She takes out her phone just as it dings with a notification.

  “Haha. Steal my man, and now you’re stranded bitch,” she reads out the message.

  “There’s a voicemail, too.”

  “Check it because we’re going to have to get your things and I want to be prepared. I’ll have the law with me if necessary.”

  She puts it on speaker, letting me hear it. “Winter, how could you do this to our family?” I hear Mr. Grable’s voice, and I want to pound his face in. “Lying and getting him to believe it. You are no longer allowed to live here. Your things are being packed by the staff and will be waiting outside the house. I don’t want to see you ever again.” Tears stream down her face as the message ends. I wrap her up in my arms but don’t say a thing. She doesn’t need to be told to not cry if that’s what she’s feeling.

  “I’m here for you,” I whisper over her head.

  “Thank you, Mason.”

  “Well, give me a minute, and I’ll call in a favor. Someone else can pick up your belongings and deliver them to the house.” I pull back and take her hand. She looks down at where they meet. “We look good together.”

  “Are you for real?” I pinch myself.

  “Yes, I’m real. This is real. So how about I make the call.” I smell something in the air that reminds me of the holidays. We have less than two weeks until Christmas, so that means that it’s the mart I smell. “I know we just ate, but the holiday sweets are hitting my nose. Are you warm enough to want to hit up the Christkindlmarket?”

  “I would love that. I’ve never been.”

  “Really? My mother loves it. I’ll just make the call, and we can go have fun before I take you home,” I say, bending down and stealing a kiss, wiping away a stray tear. “No more crying. Let’s celebrate the holiday season.”

  I call in the old moving company I owned before selling it to a friend. “Hey, James, I need a solid. Can you head over to the Grable estate and pick up my woman’s things.”

  “Wow, you claimed her did you now. Good job, man. I’ll have people on the way,” he laughs. “I want to meet her soon.”

  “Yeah, well you’re coming over for Christmas. See you then, my friend.”

  “See ya later. My guys will be there in half an hour.”

  “Now that that is taken care of, shall we go?”

  “I’m ready,” she says, tucking her hand into the crook of my arm.

  Chapter 8

  Winter

  The lights of the Christkindlmarket make me smile. It’s super crowded, but Mason doesn’t let go of my hand at all. In fact, he tightens his grip on me. Every few steps he steals a kiss on my cheek or lips. This is wonderful. How can it be this amazing?

  “Did you want to try some of the sweets?”

  “I’m not sure what I want, but everything smells delicious.”

  “Fine, let’s walk around and see what the world has in store.” Many of the companies in the wooden stalls aren’t American. It’s a taste of Christmas from different countries. The items all seem to be handmade. We stop at an Austrian vendor, and I see several different versions of the Christmas pickle. It’s a German tradition to find a pickle in the tree, but that’s all I know. As we go around, I don’t feel the cold with him at my side.

  He took out his phone and lifted it, taking a picture of us. “As much fun as I’m having here, Mason. Can we go back to your home?”

  He smiles at me and says, “No.” I freeze, wondering what he has in mind. “I’m taking us to our home.” He lowers his head, claiming my lips in a breathtaking kiss.

  We get in his car, and he gets a message from his friend that my things will be delivered in the morning. I can’t believe he tossed me out like that. Well, I suppose I can, but it still hurts. Looking over at Mason, I push all of that out of my head. What I want to think about is the way Mason’s hands clench the steering wheel like he’s going to break it.

  “Is something wrong? You’re gripping the steering wheel so tightly your knuckles are white.”

  He gives me a quick glance. “Being this close to you after weeks of trying to get over this insanity makes it hard to breathe. I want to fucking feel every inch of you before I take you deep.” I squirm in my seat because I’m feeling the same way. Getting to his house seems to drag on. When we pull up to the gates they open and standing before me is what looks to be a mansion or damn near close to it.

  “Wow, for real?” I exclaim, clasping my hand to my mouth. We aren’t even in the same sphere. I feel like I walked into a different world. I wonder if this is where he brings all his women. The thought pangs me.

  “What?”

  “This must stun any woman you bring here.”

  “Well, other than the once a week cleaning staff, my mom and my assistant, no other woman has been here. I’ve never brought a woman here before. I bought it right after I stopped dating or attempting to date.”

  “Wait? How long have you had this mansion?”

  He chuckles, “It’s not a mansion, but for three years now.”

  “Wow, that’s a lot for a guy in his prime,” I remark. I don’t know why I’m getting into this. It would upset me if he had been with someone right before we met, but I couldn’t shut my mouth. After all, I’m going to give him my virginity.

  “Baby, I’m not that old yet; I’m just about to turn thirty next month, but I plan for our prime to last into our sixties,” he murmurs.

  We go inside, and as soon as he drops the keys on the table and locks the door, he's on me devouring my lips, slipping his tongue inside my mouth and owning every inch of it. I pull back breathing hard, but I need to tell him the truth. We don’t get that far because he’s taking off my coat for me and kissing me at the same time. Losing my mind, I tug his jacket off his shoulders. I kick off my shoes, and so does he. Mason growls, sucking on my neck, reminding me there’s something I need to tell him before it’s too late.

  “Mason, there’s something I need to tell you,” I pant out.

  “You can tell me anything,” he replies against my skin.

  “I’m a virgin.” And like that, the mood was gone. He stops kissing me and steps back, looking at me skeptically. Instant regret fills me. Maybe I should have been quiet about it.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yes. I don’t think that’s something to joke about.” I feel so mortified. I’m only going to be twenty-one. It’s not like I’m in my late twenties or something.

  “No, there’s no laughing here,” he growls, moving quickly to me. He flips me over his shoulder, carrying in a hurry up the stairs.

  Chapter 9

  Mason

  I can’t get her in bed fast enough. She’s mine to keep and only mine. I nearly came w
hen she told me that she saved her pussy for me. I drop her onto the mattress. “Woman, I’m doing my best to hold it together, but I want to fuck you hard and rough.”

  “Do whatever you want,” she moans.

  “I will.” I tug off my sweater and tee. “Take off your clothes and show me what’s mine, Winter.” She blushes, hesitates, then slowly lifts her top over her head. I freeze with my hands on my loosened belt, staring at her large beautiful breasts covered by a lacy cream bra. Her pretty mounds peak over the material, causing my balls to rise up and my pants to tighten. I whip my belt out of the loops and stalk toward the bed, climbing on top and pushing Winter down onto the pillows.

  “Mason,” Winter moans, clutching onto the sheets. I drop my head down, sucking on the tops of her perky tits. I hadn’t noticed how big they were until she took off her coat at dinner. Since then, I’ve imagined the feel of them in my mouth, hands, and around my dick. My hands reach around and drag the fabric down, revealing her hard, dusky pink nipples. The tip of my tongue rolls around her peak before I suck it between my lips. “Fuck,” she cries out, thrusting her chest out.

  Pushing them together, I cup and devour her fabulous mounds. They’re perfect. “I fucking love your large breasts,” I growl, pulling my mouth off her spectacular tits and kiss her. I want to rub my dick between them as my tip slips past her lips. “But I’m just getting started. I want to taste your pussy.” She blushes then tries to close her legs. I shake my head as I move lower and undo her pants. “I told you I wanted dessert.” I tug them off, dragging her panties with them. I take a deep breath, trying to hold off my orgasm. Just seeing her pretty little pussy covered by light blonde hair. Grabbing her thighs, I part her legs and lower my head, lifting them over my shoulder. I run my finger over her lips gently parting them. She’s so fucking soaked, and it’s just for me. The tip of my tongue slides across her seam and hitting her nub. Damn, I could eat her out all day, stroking her cunt with my tongue and fingers until she comes all over my face. I press one finger inside, feeling how insanely tight she is. My cock throbs against my pants, but thankfully I loosened them. I slip another finger inside her tiny slit, feeling her close around them.