“What did you have in mind?” I couldn’t stop the smirk from appearing on my face.
“There’s a lot about that night I wouldn’t mind re-enacting.” Destiny’s returning smile was playful.
I stood, pulling Destiny to me, nibbling on her nape of her neck before whispering into her ear, “How about we start with what we did on that balcony?”
“I might consider it. Let’s get going.”
“Nope, we’re staying here.” Destiny’s eyes heated as my hand grazed over her ass.
“But someone might see us…”
“I don’t remember that being a problem on the balcony. Besides, our jackets will cover most of what I’m doing. You’re safe with me, starlight.” I leaned in for a kiss and she melted against me. I felt the ache in my soul easing.
As I deepened the kiss, my hand slipped under her top, exploring her smooth skin. I toyed with the edge of her yoga pants, thankful that she was wearing something that would allow me such easy access. My hand slipped under the pants and directly to her seam, already wet and waiting for me.
I circled her clit with my finger, and she moaned into the kiss. I was impatient for more though and my finger explored her entrance, diving into her wet heat. Her moans became louder as I stroked her inner walls and I inserted a second finger. Destiny pulled her head away as her body tensed. She was close, and I was in awe. I let the palm of my hand rock against her clit as I stroked her g-spot. Her breath became erratic, and I watched the way her face lit up as her release exploded on my finger. I was a goner for this woman.
The wind took that moment to sweep in, carrying some of the winter chill the sun had held at bay all day. I took Destiny by the hand and started walking back to the resort. “Let’s get you back to that cabin. It seems I have some work to do to convince you of the potential of this relationship.”
10
Destiny
Afew weeks ago, if anyone told me I would again be in a resort with Mason King, I would’ve laughed. If they said he would tell me we were legally married, I would’ve said someone was dreaming. But here I was, walking hand in hand with him back to my cabin. As his wife. Legally, at least, anything more than that was too much for me to wrap my head around and in that moment, all I wanted to was wrap my legs around him again.
No stumbling and heated kisses on this journey back to my accommodation, just me walking on unsteady legs after he’d given me another explosive orgasm. Walking into the cabin knowing that this was potentially not a one time hook up and it scared me. Mason was so certain that we were meant to be together and while I agreed we had chemistry, I didn’t know if that was enough.
I walked into the room, bringing the flowers in with me and found a small gift bag on the bed with a box of condoms inside and a note that said:
Showing them to Mason, he laughed, “I see you met my mum’s crazy friends.”
“I don’t know how she had the time-”
“Don’t question the evil genius that is Donna Steele. Let’s just be thankful and put her present to some use.” Mason’s hands pushed my jacket over my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, only to get frustrated with the additional layers I’d put on that morning.
“I need to see you, all of you.” He growled. I took matters into my own hands, stripping off each layer until I was standing in front of him in my bra and panties. He’d stripped himself quickly, and I stared in awe at his broad-shouldered frame. This man was sculpted and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him.
Mason kissed my shoulder, shivers racing along my spine with every touch of his lips on my skin. He worked his way down over my collarbone with open mouth kisses until he reached the lace edge of my bra. His tongue traced the thin fabric, delving inside as he reached around to unhook me, my breasts spilled free ofthe lace. Mason groaned, both hands reaching forward to cup me.
I gave in to the sensation, to the feel of this man worshipping my body, to the idea that maybe there was potential for this to be something more, something long lasting. As his tongue circled my hardened nipple, all thoughts flew from my mind, all thoughts except for how right it felt to be in his arms.
He pushed me back onto the bed, pulling my panties down before climbing up alongside me, cupping my face and kissing me long and deep. Scooping an arm behind my neck, we rolled until I was straddling him, my core pressed against his hardness. I sat back, grabbing a condom and sheathing him. Lining up his cock with my wet entrance, I was aching to have him inside me.
With each movement, his blue eyes were fixed on mine, looking into my soul as I slowly sunk down onto him. I moaned at the feeling of fullness as I bottomed out. Mason’s hands travelled up my thighs, grabbing my ass, encouraging me to move.
I leaned forward, sealing my lips over his as I began to ride him, needing greater contact with him. My hands rested on his chest as I rocked, arching my back to build a rhythm that had us both panting, my clit rubbing against the base of his cock. Tension built rapidly as we moved together, bodies like magnets. We touched in every way we could.
Mason hunched forward, sucking a nipple into his mouth, licking, sucking, nibbling. The extra contact was all I needed as I spiralled into pleasure with this man. He drove his cock up into me, dragging out my climax. His firm hands steadying me as he bucked up into me, chasing his own release.
With a grunt and unintelligible murmurs of pleasure, he pulled me into him as he spilled into me. He kissed me and I felt all that he didn’t want to express with words. I was his; he was mine, and this was not a fling.
Mason rolled us to the side, pulling out and taking off the condom before tying it off and throwing it in the bin under the bedside table. Turning back to me, we kissed slowly and sweetly, running his hands up and over my thigh and hip. Kissing this man was like a drug, and I was certain that I was becoming addicted to it.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, starlight.” Mason sat up, encouraging me to do the same.
“Why do you call me that?” I asked. It was something I’d remember him saying in Las Vegas as well. I faced him, curious about this little nickname.
“The night we met, I was feeling a bit lacklustre. My friends had dragged me to Las Vegas for a last hurrah, despite knowing that my party days were long over. It was a small group of guys who I’d met in the years long after The Monarchists had broken up. All ordinary guys, ones who’d never experienced the emptiness that comes with fame, as fleeting as mine was. They were having fun, living like they thought a rockstar should, but I was feeling numb.”
