Mason was teaching me so many things I hadn’t known about my body, what I liked and what I didn’t like and let me say, there wasn’t much I didn’t like. This boy had put so much energy into dragging me out of my comfort zone and I was thankful for that. The less inhibited Amy was much more fun. And although it sounded extremely exciting, that ‘no-strings thing’ I wasn’t stupid, I knew I was developing genuine feelings of affection for him. How could I not? Deep inside I knew that to Mason, our situation was probably sex only and I had to come to terms with that. If I became too needy, I could lose him so I distanced myself on the outside.
What I was experiencing with Mason McKenna was like a foreign thing to me and I needed to tread carefully until I fully understood it. Maybe this thing between us would burn itself out eventually. He was the only person I had been with and so I didn’t have anything to compare it to. So, who knew? But for now, things were good.
After that special moment together in the water, I’d retrieved my bikini (the one I’d worn at the beach that day) and Mason had readjusted his shorts so we were both decent again.
After I’d recovered from what had been one of the most intense orgasms, he had given me so far, Mason had taken control, holding my hand tightly and assisting me over to the side of the river. He’d then towel-dried my body, taking his sweet time and the way his eyes had devoured me, had turned me on all over again. So much that I wanted him there on the embankment where you could probably have seen us from his house. Shameful I know.
Once we were dry, he laid our towels down before he scooped me up into his arms and kissed me. His lips were firm and teasing against my own, and he slid his tongue between the seem of my mouth which parted for him immediately. It was like a stamp of ownership and I loved it. Relished in the way my body tightened in all those special, sweet places.
Mason had broken the kiss and nuzzled his nose against mine before lowering me onto the ground. The damp softness of the towel caressed my bare back. He then joined me, settling back onto his own towel, never breaking eye contact.
Mason had run a hand down my face, “You’re so beautiful,” before turning onto his back. “I can’t look at you without wanting you and I need to get my breath back,” Mason said in a gruff sexy voice. His damp skin still glistened from the water and I so wanted to run my tongue across his chest and capture that moisture.
I never knew that desire could be so powerful, I’d never felt anything like it with previous boyfriends, which I know was limited but still. I had only recently climaxed and yet was still hungry for more. The memory of the blunt head of his sex driving into me beneath the coolness of the water was sensational. I had straddled his waist and he had held me as if I weighed nothing at all. We had been joined together in the rhythm that he’d set.
With Mason, he was all about control but it didn’t bother me. I allowed it. It appeared I liked being dominated from time to time. I took the initiative occasionally, of course, I was a strong, modern female. We were equals.
We lay together on the embankment, staring up into the sky. The breeze was cool against the dampness of my skin and I felt so content. I loved that trickling sound of the water as it kissed the rocks and the greenness of the grass and wildflowers which grew in the meadow. It was such a pretty place to be, I couldn’t understand why I hadn’t spent more time there as a child. Jenna had always loved sneaking there, hiding in plain sight, although she didn’t visit it as much now that she and Nixon were together. I knew this was the place where they’d meet up. Their rendezvous point. Jenna had said the pool was the place she’d first met Nixon in person, up close and to talk to that is. So, it was now special to both of us. I pushed thoughts of Jenna seeing the doctor to one side. If there was something wrong, I knew she’d tell me.
I was embracing where things were going with Mason and yes, I didn’t know if it would be a forever thing, but I was just taking in the now, that’s all I could do.
You see, it wasn’t just a sex thing now. Mason and I talked, like really talked and sometimes for hours. We spoke about people in the village, our brothers, my sisters, and Mattie and briefly about our parents. We steered away from the subject of Nix and Jen for obvious reasons. Although I had chilled out about their relationship and had managed to leave them to it. I still held a slight amount of animosity there. I wasn’t really a water-under-the-bridge type of girl. Not good I know.
Things were going well and when I wasn’t with Mason, I couldn’t help thinking about him. And not just his slick mouth, amazing body and what he did with his hands. Mason McKenna as a person, I enjoyed listening to his opinions about various things, from farm life to what went on outside of Norfolk, the list was endless. It was almost like girlfriend and boyfriend stuff, although it wasn’t really, was it? Not yet. We hadn’t discussed that part and I was too chicken-shit to bring it up.
Yes, I was weak and cowardly, but Mason never said anything either and so I realised that we probably weren’t on the same page.
It was early in the evening and the sun was partly hidden by low clouds. I lost all concept of time when I was with Mason and it didn’t seem to bother either of us that we could have been seen. My brother wouldn’t have. Mattie never came to the pool and so the chance of him catching us was non-existent. Fortunately, both sets of parents were still away and so they wouldn’t be able to interfere either.
I wondered fleetingly what my father would say if he found out that I had slept with Mason. I quickly pushed the unpalatable thought aside. Me or Mason or both of us being ground into human fertiliser and all that!
Mason and I were stretched out on our towels, facing each other. Our heads rested on our hands.
“So, I haven’t heard you bitching about Nix in a while. Are you good now?” Mason questioned, his eyes assessing my face. That slight amount of stubble he fashioned made him look even sexier, a bit rough. Just what I liked, it appeared. His voice washed over me like a caress, almost as if he was touching my skin. His hard-muscled body was extremely distracting, as was the thought of what was in those shorts of his.
I drew my bottom lip into my mouth, thinking about my reply. I didn’t want to say anything insulting and ruin the moment, “I think I’ve just accepted it now.”
Relief entered his features, “That’s the best thing, Amy. Accept it, and move on to more interesting things.”
“Like?” I said with a suggestive curl to my lip.
Mason knew I was fishing but he didn’t smile, “Yes, like us, but also you. Focus on yourself. You surely don’t want to carry on mucking out horses at Kipling’s forever?”
Shrugging my shoulders, I pursed my lips, “I guess I’ve never really thought about it. Dad wants me to work on the farm and deal with the paperwork side of things but the thought makes me nauseous.”
“I’m not surprised. You’re an outdoor girl. I couldn’t be dealing with desk-based shit either,” Mason explained.
“Maybe I could ask Dad for a loan and set up my own business. Maybe a photography one,” I said honestly. Yes, I liked nice clothes and stuff but I wasn’t that materialistic really.
“Well, your work is certainly good enough. I checked out the pictures on your SD card,” Mason confessed.
“Thank you for giving it back to me,” I smiled and he returned that look. “And I do think about myself. Some people think too much sometimes.”
Mason rolled his eyes, “No you don’t. Not really. That’s a front. You’re too busy focusing on Jenna and her life to have any time for yourself.”
I didn’t like what he was saying but couldn’t deny it anymore. I had been too involved in my sister’s shit over the past couple of years. It had just taken me time to realise that.
“You seem to enjoy playing second fiddle to your sister, but you don’t have to,” Mason whispered. He wasn’t being mean; he was encouraging and I totally understood his point.