Page 12 of Their Little Sugar Plum
It’s up to me to get whatever’s going to happen, to happen.
Mason excuses himself to use the restroom. I sit on the sofa again. Mikayla brings out a dish of sugar plums, setting it on the coffee table.
The candy is sweet and tart, perfect.
I finish another bite, then lean toward Mikayla. In a hushed voice, so Mason can’t overhear, I say, “How would you like to fuck Mr. Clark?”
She gasps. “I—if he wants to?—”
“I’m asking what you want, pet. This isn’t a mind game. I’m asking seriously. I think you like him—that’s what I’m reading in your body language. But if I’m wrong…”
“No. Um, you’re right.” She leans against me, her sweet scent filling my lungs. “I like him. I love you—I always have. But I have feelings for him, too.”
Her expression is one of complete vulnerability and adoration.
I realize that this is what was missing from me inviting Colton to share Mikayla. It had nothing to do with Colton—it had everything to do with Mikayla. She has to want the other guy. She has to care about him. Colton aroused her, sure. But she didn’t have feelings.
With Mason Clark, she has feelings. And those feelings are strong.
I kiss her cheek. “Then we’re going to make it happen.”
Mason returns and takes one look at us cozied up on the sofa. Before he can make up an excuse to leave, I hold up a hand. “We’d love for you to stay and visit. Enjoy some coffee. Give little Mikayla some well-deserved attention.”
Mason’s eyes narrow. “Is your pet feeling neglected?”
“No, she just wants an extra hand.”
He switches his focus to Mikayla. “Is this true?”
She bites her lip. I can tell she’s nervous, but she’s also brave. She nods. “I would love to get attention from both of you.”
“Then maybe you should come over here and sit on my lap for a little while.” He sits in the armchair and grins, slow and easy.
Mikayla looks to me.
I pull her leash from my pocket. “Let’s put this on. I’ll give it to Mr. Clark.”
Her eyes widen. I’ve never let another man hold the leash. But she looks excited as she obediently scoots closer. Her affection for Mason is real, and I’m certain this is the right decision. I attach the leash to her collar.
I get up. “Stand, pet.”
She stands, and I walk her across the room and hand the leather strip to Mason.
“Up here, Mikayla.” Mason pats his leg. “What should I call you?”
She gives him an impish grin. “I liked it when you called me young lady.”
He chuckles. “I bet you did. All right, young lady, sit on my lap.”
“Yes, Mr. Clark.”
I’m still standing in front of them as she drapes herself over his knees. It’s a beautiful pose. I’m about to ask for a photo when a loud knock cuts through the sexual tension.
6
Mikayla
I frown at Jonah. Is he expecting someone? I’m not. And he doesn’t live here, anyway, so…
