Page 147 of The Spare
"We'll be right on out." I open the sliding doors that lead from the outdoor living area to the den, and keep walking through until I find my way to the master.
"What are we doing?"
"Christening the house," I say, pushing her against the wall and lifting up her dress.
One swipe of my fingers to her pussy tells me she's ready for me, and I move her panties to the side, undoing my pants and pushing them down while I seal my mouth to hers, stroking along her tongue.
Fuck, she tastes amazing. Always does.
"Mason, the realtor iswaiting,"she mumbles against my lips, pulling away and giving me comically wide eyes that shoot pointedly towards the bedroom door, turning red.
"Come'ere," I say, bringing her face back to mine and kissing her harder. "I don't care; I need you." I hitch her leg around my hip and thrust firmly, sending her up the wall. I wait until her eyes open and meet mine before smiling. "We're about to be homeowners, baby. Can you believe it?"
She smiles warmly as I carefully press into her, tilting her head up for a kiss as I begin to rock us, beating my hips against hers in a fast tempo, racing us to the finish line. The realtor knocks on the door, calling for us so we can leave but…
It doesn't matter because sounds of love are in the air, and I won't have it disturbed for anything.
Chapter forty-seven
Epilogue
Two Months Later
"How many did they lay?" Mason asks softly.
I hum as I open the little hatch top at the side of our chick inn, and he presses his front to my back as he works to peek impatiently over my shoulder as I raise the wooden top.
I look inside, holding my breath. "Five-no, six!Trixie is laying now!" I say happily as I reach into the straw and grab the chicken eggs and place them carefully in the basket he holdstowards me.
This is our morning routine: we get up for a five o'clock run, do a little harvesting in our small garden, then we check the eggs before we start our day with work. It's a very fulfilling life, very different from the one we led in New York.
The chickens cluck as they walk around, picking at the feed and vegetable scraps Mason threw out for them.
We close the pen, and I look down as our beagle Betsy runs up to us, excited and whining for pets. Mason bends down and scratches her behind her ears as our other dog, a golden retriever, runs off after a bird in the distance. I wrap my arm around his waist as we make our way to the back of our house across the expansive grounds of the property and look up at him.
"I love you."
"Not as much as I love you." He bends down and kisses me slowly, not breaking our stride as we make our way into the house, and then place the eggs into the fridge.
"I'm about to head in." I eye him as he sits at the breakfast table and changes out of the boots he wears when we're outside in the gardens or the chicken coop, and puts on a pair of nice shoes. "Am I going to see you in time for dinner tonight?"
He glances up sharply and gives me a wink. "You can bet your pretty little ass on it. What are we having?"
"Egg drop soup and lo mien." I giggle, shaking my head as I try to evade his hands and head to change my own shoes.
Six hours later I'm in full swing at the bakery, teasing my boss Charayl about her non-existent love life. As I always do.
I tried to set her up with Stephen, but she just won't do it for some reason. She rolls her eyes, unbothered by my teasing, and shoves a big plate of steaming brownies topped with vanilla ice cream and warm caramel glaze to me. I grab it carefully.
"Help me take this out to the table," she says in a weary voice, no doubt sick of my teasing.
She picks up the other two plates, and I follow her out to the customers, where they are sitting patiently waiting for their desert. We stand and chit chat with them for a while. Charayl is amazing at customer service, and it never fails to amaze me how she knows everyone. And not only does she know them, she actually remembers the little details about them and always has follow-up questions.
Her brain is a bit intimidating, but under her tutelage I can tell I've grown a lot. I'm not quite as shy and feel a lot more confident in my abilities.
Right as we're turning to walk back to the front, the little door bell rings, and I turn back to greet whoever is walking in. But seeing it's just Mason, I break out into a wide smile and laugh because I just knew he wasn't going to go all week without seeing me until dinner time.
"Babe," I laugh, walking to him and giving him a hug, reaching out to playfully slap Luca's arm as he walks in behind Mason along with three of his men."What are you doing here?"I ask in an accusatory tone.
