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“One more, baby. I need one more, yeah?” He reaches forward and pinches my clit while his movement becomes feverish. “Now, baby, squeeze me.”
At his command, I come again as he grunts and keeps rocking into my leisurely. Masen rolls us over on to our sides. “I love you, Masen,” I say as I fall asleep with him still buried inside me and the lights still on.
CHAPTER23
Sunday morning, Masen wakes me with strawberries and cream in bed. “We have lots to do today, Little One. We need to get anything from your old place you want to keep and decide what you want to do with the property. I have a few rentals that do well in that area.” I’m about to lick the cream off my thumb when he grabs my hand and sticks my thumb in his mouth, sucking the cream off before I can. When I look up, he smiles sweetly.
I clear my throat. “There’s just a few more things I need. My clothes, shoes, and a few smaller items. I bought most of that stuff to move in so nothing really means too much to me there. I actually like the idea of renting it. I could even rent it furnished, well after we figure out what those guys are up to and change the locks.” He’s nodding his head and snatches a berry from my plate.
“You also need to figure out what you want for our Mating ceremony. There’s a full moon next Sunday, that works perfectly. We need to have someone pick up your assignments when we’re gone. Unless you feel like just scrapping this semester. I still haven’t heard any news about those shifters, so school might be a no go anyway.”
What? Our ceremony next Sunday? When we’re gone? Where are we going?
“Oh, and shopping for anything you might need. Groceries are getting a little low. Do you want to start making a list for Molly? She usually does the shopping on Mondays. I think that’s about it. If I remember anything else, I’ll let you know.”
“Wha... what?” He’s gotta be joking.
“Did you want me to make the list? That’s fine, anything special you need?” he coos innocently, glossing over the whole Mating ceremony.
“Wait, wait. I will do the shopping and list making. I don’t need her to shop for us,” I scoff.
“Baby, she needs the job. She won’t take the money for nothing.”
“I didn’t think of it that way. There’s some stuff I need to do on my own though, Masen. I enjoy grocery shopping and cooking. I would like to do those things for us. She can keep cleaning, I hate cleaning anyway. Except your room, I’d rather take care of the room,” I add quickly. I don’t want her changing our sheets. Just the thought skeeves me out.
He chuckles, sensing where my thoughts are headed. “Good then, it’s all settled,” he says, rushing from the room after shoving a strawberry in my mouth.
“Masen!” I shout, annoyance clear in my tone. “He thinks he can walk in here and tell me we’re having a ceremony in a week and run out the door,” I say out loud as I dress in my last pair of clean jeans and a t-shirt I steal from Masen’s closet. After some quick alterations to the shirt, I’m ready to go and in serious need of coffee.
“Did you cut up my shirt?” His voice is laced with humor.
“Yes, I wanted to be comfy, and this” —I pluck the shirt from my tummy— “is comfy.”
He grins and shakes his head. “We need to get going. You are not off the hook for running out on me when you knew we had more to talk about. I just need coffee too badly to argue with you now.” His grin turns to a smile, and he dangles keys in front of me. I snatch them and rush out to the garage. When I hit the fob, the lights flash on one of his many vehicles. My Jeep is parked next to his motorcycles farther down. “Masen, why do you have so many cars?”
“Some out of necessity, but most just because I liked them. My bikes are my favorite, but I like speed in any form. So, most are just for fun. Anything in particular you want to take?” He waves his arm, motioning to his impressive collection.
“There are a few I would like to drive, but I think we need something with some space today for groceries and the things from my place but next time,” I say, hopeful. He leads me to the passenger side of the same SUV we’ve driven a couple times and opens the door for me. When we get on the road, he asks where I’d like to get coffee.
We don’t talk about anything important until I’ve finished half my large coffee. “I’ve had someone at your place since we were there last. They haven’t come back, but I still don’t want you there longer than needed. I’d actually rather just buy whatever you need than take anything from here. Do we even need to go in?”
“Yeah, I want my clothes, shoes, and my coffee maker, but that’s about it. We’ll be in and out. I don’t like being there anymore either.”
When we get close, Masen takes my keys and unlocks the door. “I’ll go first, just in case, Little One. Wait until I come back out for you.” He leans down and kisses me warmly before opening the door.
Masen’s been inside for about two minutes when I hear him shouting, “Motherfucker!”
My heart rate triples. I call his name three times before he walks out looking ready to kill someone. “Are you okay? I was just going to come in and check. What’s wrong?”
He looks to the parking lot without answering me. “HERE, NOW!” he bellows, still staring at the parking lot. “That would have just pissed me off more. When I tell you to stay put, you stay put.” He’s so angry.
Two male shifters run up from a late model sedan. “Can you tell me how the fuck they were here, and I didn’t know about it? What the fuck have you been doing?” Masen’s voice is deadly, the two men cower.
“We’ve been here since six a.m., Alpha. I walked the perimeter at least once an hour. I haven’t seen anything unusual. I’m sorry, Alpha.” The poor guy sounds like he’s about to piss his pants, and Masen looks like he is about to kill them both with his bare hands. His torso strains forward, hands fisted at his sides. His massive body is frightening enough, but it’s his face locked in a sneer that truly shows how angry he really is. Masen’s breathing is harsh as he tries to calm down.
“Masen,” I try. He doesn’t respond to my voice in the least. I give him a few moments and try again, “Masen, what’s happened?” I try using my calmest voice.
We stand there for at least five minutes before he finally answers, “You aren’t taking anything from here, Little One. Anything you wanted has been ruined anyway. I need you to go sit in the car and wait for me. I won’t be long.” He pulls his phone from his pocket. “Michael, I need a full investigation, bring as many as you need. I’ll have a security team here within the hour.” When he realizes I’m still standing there, he barks, “GO!” I jump from his abrasive tone. I know he’s not angry with me, but it still stings. I turn and walk back to the car before I let my hurt feelings make matters worse.
