Page 15 of Their Little Sugar Plum
“Mr. Clark!” She hurries over to me. “Mason!”
It’s the first time she’s called me by my first name.
“What are you doing, Mikayla? You’ll freeze.” I shrug out of my coat and wrap it around her shoulders.
She shivers. “You left and we didn’t get to talk and I have some things to ask you.”
“I was coming back?—”
“Shh, it’s my turn to talk.” She pushes a finger against my lips. “I have questions.”
I smile against the contact. “Okay. Ask your questions.”
“Earlier, you said you shouldn’t want me.” Her eyes shine with pain. “Why is that? What’s wrong with me that would make you not want me?”
“Mikayla.” I sigh. “I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t realize it sounded that way to you. I said I shouldn’t want you—as in, it’s wrong of me. Not that there’s anything wrong with you.”
“Wrong of you?” She thinks about it, her nose scrunched. “Oh, crap. Because of Violet.”
“Violet. And our ages.” She’s so young, so pristine. So fucking sweet, I can’t stand it. But I crave her all the same. “I feel like a dirty old man when I look at you.”
“How old are you, anyway?” Mikayla asks. “Because Jonah’s older than me, too.”
“I’m forty-five.” I fold my arms across my chest. “Quite a bit older than Jonah, aren’t I?”
“It doesn’t matter.” She folds her arms across her chest, mimicking me. “He’s thirty-one. I don’t mind big age gaps. And I don’t care how old you are. What matters is how we feel.”
I’m quiet for a long time. The cold, southern California air swirls around us. “I want you to be happy—don’t you get it? Mikayla, fuck. I was leaving for you, not because of you. Because I love you. I can’t stay away, but shouldn’t you be young and in love, without me holding you back?”
“You’re being stupid. I’ve been in love with you since we met. Please.” She tugs on my shirt sleeve. “Come back inside. Spend the night with us. Spend every night with us.”
The building’s main door opens again. Jonah steps out. He searches the parking lot, craning his neck, until his gaze lands on us.
“I don’t know if your Dom would like this.”
Mikayla gives me a bratty little smile. “I already spoke with him about it. But why don’t we talk to him together, and find out?”
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Jonah
Mikayla and Mason walk back to the building. She’s wearing his coat, holding his hand. Another man might feel jealous, but all I feel is grateful. She wants him—I think she loves him. It doesn’t make her want me or love me any less. And he clearly loves her, too.
I’m worried about Ariel, but I trust Lyle and Austin to take care of her.
Right now, I have to navigate this new situation with Mikayla and Mason.
When they reach the door, I clap Mason on the shoulder. “Glad you’re coming back.”
“Even though I want your girl?” His smile is big, but his brown eyes are wary.
“There’s enough of her for both of us. Trust me, she’s insatiable.” I tug her toward me and kiss her, breathing in her unique scent. Her sugary sweetness is mixed with Mason’s cologne because she’s wearing his coat. Soon, his scent will be on her skin. Both of our scents will be on her skin.
If she’s willing, we’ll both make love to her tonight.
Mikayla lets out a happy little sigh as I pull away from the kiss.
I take her hand in mine. “Ready to go back to the apartment, little one?”
