Page 10 of Anchored Love
Scrunching my nose up, I sniffed. A vile scent filtered through my nostrils, gagging me. “Oh dear heavens, Mooch!” I cried, waving a hand around, trying to get the smell away from me. The little jerk had farted. I jumped up, and he stared up at me with his big brown puppy dog eyes, looking at me likewhat’d I do.Luckily, I’d finished eating. I loved my dog, but he was the biggest pain in my ass for something so small.
“I’m going to take a bath. You stay here.” Yes, I was one of those women who talked to her dog like he understood every word I said because I swore he did. His head tilted from side to side, then he laid down and put a paw over his nose. Yes, he knew he’d been bad. Even if he couldn’t help it. He had notorious farts that could be bottled up and sold as a weapon. One jar would take out a small army.
Taking my dirty bowl to the kitchen, I dropped it in the sink and looked around at my countertops. I should clean the mess from cooking my food, but I wanted to relax in the tub and forget my worries for a little while. I’d do it later. The mess wasn’t going anywhere.
Only I kept thinking about the visual talking to Samantha had painted in my head about Mason Jones shirtless. What a sexy picture and a perfect one to get lost in, soaking in the tub.
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“Hey,babe. You sure you don’t want to come into the pool with me. I’d love to get you all wet.” Mason hit me with his charming, panty-dropping smile. Droplets of water beaded and glistened, rolling down his smooth, muscular chest and carving a path down his sculpted by the gods torso. Tongue flicking out, I wanted to lick him, but I settled on capturing the tiny red straw of my fruity umbrella-garnished cocktail instead. My gaze settled on his, then traveled down his chest to the red speedo hugging his big package. Mercy, the man certainly had been blessed between his legs.
“I’m already wet,” I sassed, sucking on my straw, doing my best to appear sexy as I consumed more liquid courage.
“Everly, you keep talking like that and I’m going to throw you over my shoulder, spank your ass, tie you to the bed, and have my way with you.”
I wished he would. “That a promise?”
Mason lowered next to my lounger on the deck of the cruise ship. Hands sliding under my ass, he lifted me as though I was light as a feather. My drink sloshed over the sides of the glass.
“What are you doing?” I glanced around, but no one paid us any mind.
“Making good on my word, babe. I told you. Now you can put that sassy mouth to work by sucking my cock.” My drink disappeared into thin air, my top half jostled over Mason’s shoulder. Thwack. His palm met the curve of my ass cheek in a playful slap followed by a second and a third. Mercy, the man turned me on.
A room appeared out of nowhere. Nautical décor surrounded us. Framed pictures on the walls showcased a lighthouse and a large pirate ship that looked like it sailed from the 1700s. Mason dropped me on a light blue bedspread and covered my soft curves with his tone muscles. Fingers maneuvering behind me, Mason undid the strings holding my black bikini top up. Then he used them to bind my wrists together over my head.
“Honey.” I giggled.
“I always keep true to my word, Ev.” Mason leered at me, smelling of sunshine and the salt of the ocean breeze. Dipping his head, he captured my nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking the sensitive skin until it hardened to a point. Grasping at the strings of my bikini bottoms, he jerked them roughly down my thighs.
Blinking a few times,I sat up straight in bed and clutched my covers to my chest with my underwear around my ankles. Pulse hammering in my ears, I glanced around my bedroom. Feeling the cool empty spot next to me, my dream came crashing back. Mason, the cruise. Mercy me, we were so close to doing the deed. Heat flushed down my neck at the thought.
It’d been forever since I’d remembered a sex dream and had one so freaking vivid that I shoved my panties off. Good grief. I was turned on, and I wouldn’t be satisfied until I took care of the problem with my friend BOB. Or, at least, I‘d hoped. Though if I recalled my dream and pictured Mason in all his naked glory, I doubted it would take long.
