Page 83 of Boundaries

“Us, seeing each other behind people’s backs. That’s what’s got to stop. I’m done fucking hiding. I want to see you whenever I want. No more cloak and dagger shit.”

And BOOM! A rocket went off in my chest. So, I had misunderstood his sell-by-date comment. He meant the sneaking thing. He wanted people to know about us. I still felt slightly frustrated, did all men talk using such a bullshit code?

To be clear, I repeated, “So, you’re saying you want people to know about us?” I questioned, wafting a clump of hair from my eyes. Hope soared into my chest. I refused to allow it to blossom until I heard him say those words. The ones I wanted, needed to hear.

“I really couldn’t give a shit if they know or not, it’s no one’s fucking business what we do. We’re adults, but I won’t be hiding anything from anyone. If your dad has a problem, he can come and see me.” Even through my excitement, his mention of my father was like he’d stuck a pin in me. Shit. I couldn’t begin to imagine my dad’s reaction. And on what level would he know? That we were just fooling around or that we were in a relationship of some kind.

I sniffed, “So, what are we, Mason? Are we boyfriend, girlfriend? What do we tell people?”

“We tell people to mind their own fucking business, we’re together, we don’t need to put a label on it.”

I so wanted that label but accepted that was one to firefight another day, “But we’re exclusive, right? I’m not doing this shit with you if you’re seeing other girls.” I hated how I now sounded like a jealous lover. I was of course but I didn’t want him to know that.

“Of course, we’re fucking exclusive! Hence me being pissed off by you being all over that prick out there,” Mason thundered.

Giddiness erupted in my guts but I still didn’t let it show, “Fine, so we’re exclusive and it’s just us and when my parents come back, we won’t hide. Yes?” I noticed that he hadn’t really answered the boyfriend-girlfriend card but I decided to continue to hold off. Picking your moment was important when dealing with this annoyingly un-straightforward boy.

The fact that he said we were exclusive and would carry on seeing each other was all the news I needed. Joy bounced through me and I wanted to throw myself into his arms.

Before I could say another word, the look we shared was a sure-fired connection, un-snappable. We were now on the same page. Whatever was happening here would carry on until things stepped up a notch or it burnt itself out and I was looking forward to the ride.

Moving toward him, I ran my fingers across his chest between those pectoral muscles which flexed against my hand. It was the same gesture I’d used at the beach that day and it kicked him into action. Actions speak louder than words after all.

“Enough talk,” Mason said, reading my thoughts. He then stepped forward, the huge bulk of his body forcing my much smaller frame back against the tree again. He then lowered himself onto his knees and my heart squeezed. To see him before me in that semi-vulnerable position lit a spark inside me, but before I could get too mushy, he knocked those thoughts straight out of my head.

Mason McKenna was a full-on predator as he shifted on his knees, his fingers drawing up the skirt of my dress exposing my thighs.

Mason parted my legs slightly and moved his head between them, my feet automatically shifted to allow me more balance as he buried his dark head between them.

I gasped as his mouth touched my most intimate area, my fingers curling into his hair as he shifted his hands from the hem of my dress. I inhaled sharply as he parted me with his fingers. Mason’s tongue then licked the core of me and my head fell back against the surface of the tree. He then pushed his free hand under my leg to lift it slightly to allow himself better access to the most intimate part of my body. His fingers were firm against my thigh and I knew he’d leave marks there. But I didn’t care and I lifted my hips toward him.

We had never given each other oral sex before. I had thought about it, and played around with surprising Mason, wanting to kiss him from the thickest part to the tip but I’d always lost confidence.

Those musings were smashed away by the madness Mason was creating between my thighs or should I say magic. His tongue and fingers were everywhere, caressing me, one minute soft and gentle the next more demanding, tasting and touching every swollen part of me.

“Oh yes,” I panted, I so needed that release. Those days of silence had built up such tension inside me and I needed this so badly. I dropped my arms to my sides, my hands now fisted. I wanted him so much I was trembling.

After one more strong surge of his tongue, Mason stood and took my lips in a frenzied wild kiss. I could taste my sweetness in his mouth and my breasts were smashed against his chest.

Mason continued to work on me with his fingers, probing between the folds of my sex whilst strumming that tiny bundle of nerves. His tongue then drove in and out of my mouth, copying the sensation he was creating at the centre of me. Every muscle inside of me was tense.

After one last flick of those strong fingers, I felt myself coming apart. Releasing a gasp of ecstasy as I let go, the strong climax causing me to lightly buck against his hand and I gasped into his mouth.

Every nerve in my body was alive.

The comedown took time, my whole body was shaking and Mason held me in his arms, whispering sexually sweet things into my ear. Saying how he enjoyed touching me and that I was his. He reminded me about that day at the beach and how much he had enjoyed feeling me fall apart, even then when we were enemies. He said he’d originally intended to teach me a lesson but then I’d called his bluff when I hadn’t stopped him. Since then, he had thought about nothing but me.

Once my body had become a little more grounded, Mason took my hand and led me back to the fence, underwear-less. Thankfully there were no dog walkers in the area as the flush on my face must have said it all.

We walked back to the village, Mason explaining how things had gone with the cattle drop and it felt so normal. Like we were a couple, hand in hand, chatting about this and that.

The fair was still in full flow and I could see the Proctor boys at the end of the green setting up the bonfire for tonight’s party. I had so dodged a bullet there.

The knights were out jousting and the crowd was thick.

“Come on, let’s find your friends. Tell them I’m taking you to mine,” Mason said in a raised voice so I could be heard above the chanting from the crowd.

“I’m coming to yours?” I questioned with a grin.

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