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I woke up the next morning pressed tightly into Mason’s side, my head on his chest and his arms wrapped around me. Once I’d managed to turn my mind off from everything that had happened yesterday, I’d slept really well. After returning from the rodeo, I’d gone back to my bedroom to wait until everyone was asleep before heading over to Mason’s cabin. Savannah had come into my room to check that I was okay, I’d told her what had happened at the rodeo, and she was livid at what Amber had said to me. She wanted to tell Jack and Brody but I begged her not to, and she’d reluctantly agreed.
Once the house had fallen silent, I’d crept downstairs and out to the stables where Mason was waiting for me. He’d spun me around whispering that he’d missed me. I’d missed him too, even though we’d only been apart for an hour or so, these feelings I had for him were crazy and intense.
We’d gone back to his cabin, and thankfully Mason hadn’t mentioned Amber, I think he knew I was done talking about her for the night. After a pretty heated make out session he’d pulled me into his arms and he fell asleep. He’d never pushed me to go any further, letting me take the lead on how far we went, which I was grateful for. I knew the other girls he’d been with were more experienced than me, and that he wasn’t used to waiting. I knew he wouldn’t wait forever, but for now, he seemed happy to. I’d watched him while he slept, snaking my fingers up and down his chest, circling around his tattoo. I’d eventually fallen asleep, waking up encased in his arms.
Mason was still sleeping when I woke up, and slowly I wriggled out of his grasp, somehow managing not to wake him. I lay my head on my pillow so that my face was level with his, I just lay there for a few minutes watching him, I could stare at his gorgeous face for hours. I’d no idea what he saw in me, he was way out of my league.
“You’re staring again Lib; this is becoming a bit of a habit.” He chuckled, his eyes still closed. I was grateful he couldn’t see me, as I felt my face get warm with embarrassment. “And I’m betting that beautiful face of yours is all pink, I’m right aren’t I?” He asked me, finally opening his eyes. I met his eyes for a split second before turning my head and burying my face into his pillow, I heard him laughing. “Show me, baby.” He demanded. I slowly lifted my head and looked over to him, his hand reached out and stroked my face. “Just as I thought.” He whispered. “Stunning.” His compliment making me blush even more.
He pulled me into his chest, and I looped my arms around his neck, he lowered his head and kissed me hungrily, rolling me so that I was underneath him, pinned to the bed. His tongue stroked my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth to him, his tongue duelling with mine, pulling away he peppered light kisses around my jaw and down my neck. My breathing accelerated as I felt his hand slip under the t-shirt that I was wearing, his fingers stroking lightly on my skin. I let out a gasp when his hand travelled up my side, and his fingers brushed the underside of my breast. He lifted his head and rested his forehead on mine.
“Is this okay Lib? He asked me, his voice breathless.
I nodded. “Please don’t stop,” I whispered.
He smiled at me. “I won’t.” He promised, kissing me again and stealing my breath. I felt his erection pressing against me as he pulled me even closer to his body, as he broke the kiss he reached for the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it up over my head, leaving me in just my knickers. I felt my face flush, and instinctively I moved my hands to cover my breasts, never having been this exposed in front of someone before. Mason saw what I was doing and reached for my hands.
“Don’t baby. Don’t ever feel self-conscious in front of me.” He said, dropping his eyes from mine and looking at my exposed body. “You are so beautiful, Libby.” He murmured, his hands cupping my breasts as he kissed me, his tongue swirling with mine. My back arched, pushing my breasts further into his hands, I let out a moan as his thumbs brushed my nipples. His fingers continued to play, his kisses spilling down my neck, I began fidgeting underneath him, needing something more. Mason ground his hips against mine, his erection hitting me exactly where I needed it, the thin fabric of our underwear the only thing separating us. I felt a sensation building low in my stomach, my heart was pounding, and my breathing was ragged. As if knowing what I needed Mason brought his mouth to my nipple and as he did the sensation in my stomach intensified. I threaded my fingers through his hair holding his head to my chest, I lifted my hips to meet his, needing to be even closer to him. Suddenly my body erupted, and I pulled sharply on his hair, a small moan escaping my lips. His mouth released my nipple, and he kissed up my neck his mouth finding mine in a tender kiss.
“Oh my god Mason.” I gasped as he pulled his lips away.
“Was that your first orgasm sweetheart.” He asked quietly. I nodded, squirming underneath him. “Don’t be embarrassed, I’m glad it was me, that no other man has ever touched you like that. I loved watching you fall apart from my touch, knowing that no one else has ever seen that.” I smiled shyly at him. As I squirmed, I could still feel his erection pressing against me.
“Mason, you haven’t…erm…” I trailed off not sure of how to put it, instead gesturing with my eyes towards his boxers.
“It’s fine sweetheart, I wanted this to be about you. I can wait. I’ll take a cold shower.” He said laughing. He reached over the side of the bed and grabbed the t-shirt he’d taken off before falling asleep last night, he pulled it over my head, his smell invading my senses. He kissed my forehead and headed downstairs to the bathroom. I flopped back on the bed smiling widely, I closed my eyes and pulled his t-shirt up over my nose, inhaling deeply. I was falling hard and fast for Mason, and I could easily see myself falling in love with him. I was sure that I was already half way there.
I headed downstairs deciding to make us some breakfast while he showered. I made myself at home in his kitchen, pulling eggs, ham, and cheese out of the fridge and putting the coffee on to brew, it didn’t take me long to find everything I needed in the tiny kitchen. I cracked the eggs into a bowl and whisked them up, adding a dash of milk and some black pepper, I chopped up the ham and cheese and added these to the egg mixture. There was a small two burner hob on the worktop, and I turned it on to heat up. I found a frying pan in one of the cupboards and poured the mixture in. I heard a low whistle come from behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to see Mason standing there with just a small white towel wrapped around his waist. My mouth went dry at the sight of him my eyes focusing on his bare chest and the perfect v that disappeared beneath his towel.
“God, my clothes look good on you baby.” He said pulling me from my drooling session. I looked up to his face to see his eyes tracking up and down my body.
“You’re staring Mason.” I teased him, throwing his earlier words back at him.
“Yes, I am. I’m looking at what’s mine” He said, a cocky smile on his face.
I turned back to the omelette, smiling at the realisation that I really was his. I think I had been from the moment I saw him, regardless of how much I’d tried to fight it. I felt him come up behind me, circling his arms around my waist and pulling me back slightly so that I was resting against his bare chest.
“That looks good sweetheart.” He said, eyeing the frying pan in my hand. He moved my hair off my shoulder, placing small kisses on the side of my neck, I sagged against him and closed my eyes, loving the feel of his lips on me. “I’ll just throw some clothes on, I’ll be back.” He breathed against my neck.
Mason returned a few minutes later, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. “I feel a little underdressed.” I laughed, reaching to tug his t-shirt further down my thighs.
“You look absolutely perfect baby.”
“You’re looking pretty perfect yourself cowboy.” I told him, raking my eyes up and down his body.”
“You need to stop looking at me like that sweetheart, otherwise that t-shirt of mine, it’ll end up back on my bedroom floor.” He muttered, looking at me through hooded eyes, his words creating a stirring in the pit of my stomach.
I tore my eyes away from him and plated up breakfast. Walking to the sofa, I sat down. “So,” I began, in an attempt to change the subject before I jumped on him, I had no idea where this side of me came from when I was around him, but I was starting to like it! “Are we still on for tonight?” I asked him, devouring my omelette.
He smiled at me obviously aware of what I was doing. “Definitely darlin’. I’ve got to work for a few hours today, but I can pick you up later.” He hesitated, the smile fading slightly from his face. “Lib, I want you to know that I called Amber after we got back last night. I’m sorry if that upsets you, but I needed to make it clear that she needs to stay away from you. I won’t have her speaking to you like she did.”
“What did you say to her?” I asked quietly.
He took my plate along with his and placed it on the coffee table in front of us, turning on the sofa to face me, he took my hands in his. “That you were my girlfriend and that it was serious between us, that you weren’t just someone I was messing around with. I told her to stay away from us and to move on, that I could never be with her the way she wanted me to be.”
My eyes widened in shock at what he’d said to her. “It’s serious between us?” I whispered.
“Yes, sweetheart, about as serious as it gets. I know you feel it too.” I stared at him, not able to respond. I knew I was falling in love with him, which made no sense to me at all. I hardly knew him, but being with him felt right. I couldn’t tell him how I felt, though, he said it was serious between us, that didn’t mean he was in love with me.
