Page 40 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
Mason
AshLynn is still asleepwhen I return to the hotel. I take pleasure inaccidentallyslamming the bathroom door as I head in to take a shower. Then I use the wireless speakers to play music while I’m in there. Both of which should ensure she wakes up. I know its petty, but I’m mad at her.
Still.
And I slept in a chair.
I make sure the door is locked, then pull up my blues playlist and turn up the volume. Kenny Wayne Shepherd comes on and I sing along as I step under the stream of hot water. Less than a minute later, AshLynn pounds on the door asking me to turn it down.
“Will do, sorry about that,” I yell back without changing the volume. I think back to this morning with Willow as I’m soaping up. I liked her hands on my chest when she ran into me. I also liked the way she checked me out since my shirt was off. It makes me wonder if I will be able to redeem myself once she finds out this entire stupid engagement is a complete farce.
I hope AshLynn plans to come clean soon. I can’t imagine that it’s easy or fun for her to continue the charade, she doesn’t benefit from it. If anything, the longer she carries on, the worse it will be when she finally admits it was all made up.
Though, maybe it won’t bother Willow at all and she will agree to go on a date with me. She kind of agreed to go to a ball game in a roundabout way. I don’t care what we do. I’ll do whatever she wants. As long as she’ll spend time with me. I just want to get to know her better.
What would life be like with her in it? Falling asleep with her in my arms, waking up to that beautiful face. Taking her in the shower, she faces the wall with that gorgeous butt thrust back at me while I pound into her from behind. Pushing her to her knees in front of me, big green eyes blinking up right before she takes my cock into her mouth.
I groan.
My dick gets hard. I pull on it roughly, envisioning it’s Willow sucking me off. Her red hair wet and slicked back, luscious lips wrapped around me, one hand at the base of my cock to trail her mouth, the other tugging lightly on my balls. Grabbing her cheeks and fucking her face, watching my jizz hit her chest before the water from the shower washes it away.
Oh god.
Her long, lean body pressed tight against mine. Her creamy thighs wrapped around my waist. I’ve got her pinned against the wall, fucking her slowly as she moans my name. Feeling her muscles spasm around me as she finds her release.
So hot.
Before I realize it, I’m the one moaninghername as I pump out everything I have, my cock jerking in my grip. I lean one hand against the wall to support myself, breathing heavily. The shower feels uncomfortably hot all off a sudden. I turn the water to cold and let it shock me out of my fantasy and back to reality.
AshLynn pounds on the door again. “Hurry up or I won’t have time to get ready.”
I finish up and step out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist before stepping out of the bathroom. Steam floods into hotel room.
“Finally, jeez. What were you doing in there?”
“Jerking off,” I tell her.
“What. Ever,” she says rolling her eyes. AshLynn locks herself in the bathroom and I hear the shower start anew.
Judging from the coffee set-up on the table, I see she ordered from room service not bothering to ask me if I wanted anything. I pick up the coffee carafe, happy to discover there is still coffee in it, then grab an unused mug and pour myself some. The coffee smells good and fresh, without that burnt smell that seems so popular lately.
I pull on a fresh pair of boxer shorts under the towel, then use it to dry my hair, and toss it in the corner. I’m not entirely sure what to wear, but I figure the club can’t be too formal at brunch during the week. Most of my clothes are with me since I did a little traveling before heading to my buddy’s party. Of course, my wardrobe consists of a pair of dress slacks, khakis, a few pairs of jeans, assorted tees, a few nice long- and short-sleeve shirts, workout clothes, and a few different pairs of shoes and boots. I find a mostly clean pair of khakis and a short-sleeve button-down Tommy Bahama style shirt with some soft leather loafers.
When you have so few articles of clothing, it’s easy to travel with all of them. I have other stuff packed in boxes at my mom’s. But for now, I don’t need it. I comb my hair into submission and belatedly realize as I see my reflection in the mirror, that I should have taken the time to shave. I splash on a little aftershave regardless, ready to roll.
When I check the time, we still have two hours before we are meeting the rest of her family for brunch. I look around the room for something to do, having already finished the book I had with me. It’s either the hotel activity guide, or the television. Deciding, I flip on the TV and settle back on the bed to channel surf for a while. It’s going to take AshLynn at least two hours to get ready anyway.
Speaking of, if she doesn’t tell the truth today, you need to.
I’m unsure if my inner self is right with that directive, but it seems like a smart move to make it happen sooner rather than later.
And not something you have to think about now.
I find an episode of Magnum P.I. on one of those channels that broadcasts all theoldshows, and get sucked in. It’s not until it’s over that I realize AshLynn hasn’t come out of the bathroom yet.
“Hey, AshLynn, you okay?” I yell out.
Nothing.
