Page 109 of The Spare
"Is it my tongue in your pussy?"
"No."
"Is it you bending over our bed and spreading your ass-"
"Mason!" I shriek, covering my face with my hands."Stop it."My cheeks are so hot they feel like they're on fire.
"Well then, there's your answer," he chuckles again. "You know, for as much as I fucked you over our honeymoon, I didn't expect you to still blush like that.”
I scoff. "Okay, well,I do,greedy."
He's very greedy. We fucked no less than three times a day for two weeks. Sometimes five.
He hums into the phone, the sound traveling down to my clit and making me wet. I'm seriously considering canceling with Kari, but I don't want to be that young wife who abandons her friends just because she's married.
"The interesting thing that no one tells you about greed is that the more you get, the more you want. I'm a little worried for your pussy, honey. Because I just don't know sometimes. I thought our honeymoon might make my desire for you somewhat tolerable, but instead, it made it worse."
"Mason, no one could ever accuse you of being a man of few words, you know that?" I say with a half laugh. Still finding it hard to believe that not even three weeks ago I'd been doubting his feelings for me.
"Well, we'll put that theory to the test tonight. Because when you get home, I don't plan on doing a lot of talking. So go. Have fun, drink a little, but not too much. And come home in a good mood."
"Yes, sir."
He goes silent.
"Mason?"
"Hang up the phone before I change my mind."
I giggle. "Yes, my love. I'll see you tonight."
"I love you."
"I love you, more."
"Not possible. Bye, baby."
"Byeee."
I get off the phone and do a little wiggle, imagining him laughing. I sashay my way out of the closet and leave once the cinnamon roll peach cobbler is done. Ready to have some fun and try to figure out what I want out of life.
Chapter thirty-three
What We Are Together
Idareyou to fuck him in one of the empty bathroom stalls, girl.- Kari
The text comes through as I'm sitting in my study. Since Melody's out I'm taking advantage of her absence, getting some things done for work and listening to some jazz, minding my own fucking business and just generally having a great time eating a hot cinnamon roll paired with ice cream when I open the messagefrom Melody's friend Karissa. I freeze when I read it, and my blood runs cold.
What the fuck?
I frown, confused, going over to Melody's text thread trying to figure out what the hell is going on. But I don't see anything from her. I debate on messaging her back; however, a minute later another text comes through.
Who cares? You're so young Melody. Live a little! Mason will never know. -Kari
I clench my jaw so hard a tooth protests, and I launch myself out of my office chair, calling Stephen.
"Yes, sir?" he says. A loud hip-hop beat filters through the phone making my blood pressure rise to what I'm sure is stroke-inducing levels.
