Page 115 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
She’s added some more things to the deck since the last time I was here. In addition to the badass patio furniture, she has an awning that extends out from the house and a couple of umbrellas for shade, a patio lounger for P-Tink, and some side tables. There’s seating enough for ten people between the loungers, chairs, and table set.
The dog drops the ball at my feet and trots beyond me to the house.
“Are we finished?” I ask her. She doesn’t turn around.
Guess so.
I grab the ball, drop it in the basket by the door, and head inside. The coffee is done so I make a cup for both Willow and me and bring hers into the bedroom. P-Tink is on the bed waking Willow up in a similar fashion as she did to me.
“Good morning.” I smile.
“Hi,” she says shyly. She sits up, pulling the sheet with her to cover her breasts.
I set her coffee on the nightstand, then crawl back in on the other side of the bed careful not to spill my own.
“I hope it’s okay. I seem to remember you liked cream in your coffee.”
“Yes, thank you.” She sips at her coffee but doesn’t meet my eyes.
Does she feel awkward about last night?
“You okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, why?”
“Well, for one, you won’t look me in the eye.”
She mumbles something I don’t catch.
“What?”
“I look terrible in the morning,” she says.
“Hey,” I say. “Look at me.” I take her chin and force her gaze up to meet mine. “You look beautiful always. But especially in the morning. With your hair tousled and the slightly confused look on your face because you aren’t quite awake. A little dried drool on your chin and the crusties at the corners of your eyes.”
“Shut up!” she cries, slapping her free hand at me, smiling.
“And when you’re smiling, you are breathtaking.” I take her hand and kiss the back of it. She leans in and kisses me. A soft kiss that last a few seconds, but still rocks my world and hardens my cock.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” I ask.
“You’re so nice to me. I don’t know why, but I like it.”
“You don’t know why you like it?”
“I don’t know why you’re nice to me.”
“I like you.” I wait until her eyes meet mine before I continue. “A lot.”
“I like you too,” she says.
“Good.”
We sip at our coffee; I return mine to the nightstand. I want to take hers from her and set it aside so that I can pin her to the bed and repeat everything we did last night and more. My cock hardens thinking about it. And then my stomach growls.
“Was that your stomach?” She laughs.
“Yeah, I guess I’m hungry.”
My stomach—the second cock-block of the morning.
“Let me grab a quick shower and we can go get something to eat.” She starts to take the sheet with her as a cover, then drops it at the last minute. Giving me a full view of her luscious backside as she walks into the bathroom. She stops at the doorway and turns. “You coming?”
“Hell, yes!” My clothes are completely off before I reach the bathroom. And we shower together. She turns me into an instant fan of removable showerheads and bench seating.
Especially the bench seating.
