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“So much fun,” I said, eyes narrowed at Mason.
“So. Much. Fun,” he replied.
“You two start,” Miss Last Night said.
This drew my attention away from glaring at Mason to staring at her. She was propped up on the pillows. Legs spread like she was at the gynaecologist. Fingering herself with her bottom lip held between her teeth.
“Oh,” I said uncertainly, “oh, I thought you’d want to like do something to him first?”
“Yeah,” Mason said. I was surprised at the hesitation in his voice. “I kind of thought that the girls always start things off, you know? Like you could, like play with each other’s tits? Or kiss? Or like you could go down on Rach—on my wife here? And then I could like, I don’t know, join in later.”
Miss Last Night mostly just ignored the two of us. She shook her head and said, “You two are so cute together,” before slipping her middle finger into her pussy and adding with a slight groan, “and so fucking hot together.”
Mason and I both watched her pleasure herself at the sight of us. From what I could tell neither Mason nor I were doing anything particularly sexy. I was standing straight as a board, petrified into good posture. While Mason was at least moving, it was only to scratch at the back of his neck.
“Grab her,” Miss Last Night said to Mason, gazing heavily at him from beneath hooded lids. “Grab her and pull her to you. Rough. Like you haven’t been married for ten fucking long years. Like you just met her. Like all you want to do is fuck her and fuck her hard.”
I was relieved that the first move wasn’t to be mine.
I turned to face Mason. Challenged him by lifting my chin. Stared him down, to dare him to back down as we listened to the wet sounds of Miss Last Night’s fingers slipping in and out of her pussy.
Mason met my gaze. Jaw tight. Eyes bouncing between Miss Last Night and me. Cock twitching.
“Come on,” Miss Last Night whined needily.
I raised an eyebrow. Was it that easy? Had I already won our little game of chick—
Mason reached out and grabbed me, his hands strong on my arms, his fingers digging in almost painfully. Deliciously. He wrenched me to him like he was drawing me back from the edge of a cliff. I lost my breath because hitting his chest was like a brick wall. I lost my breath because there was his cock, hard against my thigh.
I almost leaned in. Because his lips hadn’t been that close to mine since Vegas. Since he took me as his own. Since I was the one in his bed. The only fucking one in his bed.
“Yes,” Miss Last Night groaned.
It snapped me out of myself. Mason pulled back but he still held me close. So damn close. Too damn close.
I could hear her finger moving faster. It made me self-conscious. Not of her. But of Mason. His desire. His rapidly rising and falling chest. His eyes on mine, saying, “Your turn.”
“Now, you, wifey, unbutton your blouse,” Miss Last Night commanded.
I looked over at her as if only just remembering she was here.
“You’re behind, in case you haven’t noticed,” she said, playing with her own breasts. She grinned wickedly.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Mason whispered, his voice too close. Too fucking close.
Even as he said these words, I could feel his cock twitch against my thigh. I could feel the heat of his body. The need. I could feel it just like I could feel my own. I looked up into Mason’s eyes. There was nothing but lust. To step down now would be to admit that my needs weren’t just physical. That I couldn’t just take a good lay and move on. That there was more here than just a good time.
I reached between Mason and me and unbuttoned my blouse. I could feel Miss Last Night’s eyes on me.
But it wasn’t for her that I was moving slowly, revealing inch by inch of my skin, slipping my breasts from the cups of my bra. Their exhales came together at the sight of my erect nipples, but it was only Mason’s that I cared about.
My breath hitched as I pressed myself against Mason’s naked chest, his skin searing hot. First there was the brush of skin against skin, then the delicious press of them against rock-hard muscle. When we were as close as we could be, I looked up at Mason.
I wanted there to be nothing but defiance in my stare, nothing but a challenge, a stubborn dare. But I feared there was more.
Because in his eyes I could see it. More.
“Kiss her,” came Miss Last Night’s voice.
