“Then I still have room for improvement,” he grunted. “I need you to forget any man who came before me.”
“Just fuck me, Mason,” I begged. I just needed to be filled, to lose myself with this man for the night.
He pushed his cock deep inside me with one thrust, the intrusion already working me up again. Mason kept to his word, his movements were hard and fast, one hand on my waist, his other slid around to my front, where he placed a finger against my clit but kept it still, his thrusts pushing me against his digit, giving me the friction I needed.
Mason mumbled behind me, incoherent words pouring out of his mouth. In my blissed out haze, I barely recognised “perfect” and “made for me” but I was gone. Mindless, moments from tipping over the edge for the second time that night.
“Come for me, wife.” Mason commanded, and my body obeyed. He cried out behind me, his release filling the condom. Pulling me back against him, he crashed his lips to mine in a claiming kiss.
“Let’s take this into the room. I have so many things I want to do to you on this bed, and that starts with exploring your body.”
I sighed. I wasn’t sure if my body could cope with his plans. Two orgasms in and I was already mush. I was determined, though, to wring out every bit of pleasure I could from my last hours in Vegas.
6
Mason
One month later
Ishuffled my feet as I scooted around the sparsely furnished bedroom of my beachfront house just outside Hartwood Bay. I’d packed up and moved out of my condo in Santa Monica in time to settle into my old investment property just before my sister Chelsea’s wedding. Logan, my sister’s fiancé, seemed like a decent enough guy and he treated Chelsea like the queen that she was, which was the most important thing.
I was grateful that I’d written the wedding song I was singing for Chelsea and Logan long before my weekend in Las Vegas. As much as I wanted to be happy for the loved up couple, there was a void in my heart left by a curvy goddess by the name of Destiny.
I had told no one about that night, but I wore the ring that we exchanged on my right hand. The ring finger on my left hand itched to slip it on there, but I didn’t want the questions. Besides,what was I going to say? I married a woman I met in a bar and she ghosted me the next morning? Most people would think I was an idiot. My mum, however, she’d send out a search party.
Destiny wouldn’t be hard to find. Her Dad might’ve been a celebrity, even if it were only in certain parts of Australia, but Destiny was not and she had public social media accounts. Did I cyber-stalk her? You bet your ass I did. She didn’t post often, but I’d seen photos of her looking radiant at her sister’s wedding in Hawaii.
One day soon, I would search for her. We had unfinished business. But first, I needed to be here for my sister’s wedding.
I looked inside my wardrobe for a jacket. I’d moved from the heat of a Californian summer to the chill of winter on the south coast of New South Wales. To most people, the winter in my hometown would seem mild, but I liked the sun soaking into my skin and since I’d moved back, the sun had been hiding. Kinda metaphorical, really, when I thought about my mood lately. Yep, I’d been a grumpy asshole for weeks.
Chelsea and Logan were hosting a dinner at our parents’ resort on the outskirts of town for their families. AND I was running late. Most of Logan’s family and his best friend had arrived in the Bay earlier that day, according to my mum, and were settling into their cabins.
I ran through the interior door for my garage and jumped into my SUV, waiting impatiently for the garage door to open. The ride to the former caravan park my parents had turned into a luxury holiday destination took less than ten minutes. I’d left the town when I was 18, but the only thing that had changed was that there was a new set of traffic lights near the turnoff for the high school.
Chelsea greeted me as I walked into the resort’s restaurant, which had been reserved for the occasion. I followed the voicesthrough the large room to the banquet table that had been set up for the night.
I was expecting a small army of people when I turned the corner. What I wasn’t expecting was a familiar laugh to grasp at my soul. Surely I was delusional because even though I’d only heard it the one night, it was a sound that would never leave me.
I blinked my eyes, but from the curve of her ass encased in tight jeans to the caramel coloured waves flowing over her shoulder, there was no mistaking her. Looking at the figure mirrored in the windows, I saw a reflection that either confirmed my thoughts or amplified my delusion.
As if my body was being controlled by an external force, I was propelled forward until I was just behind her, my voice almost foreign to me as I asked, “Destiny?”
Spinning around, I saw her smile fall. Emotions warred on her beautiful face as she took in my presence.
“What…” she struggled to form words. “Mason, what are you doing here?”
“Chelsea’s my sister,” I replied with a smile. Seeing Destiny appear before me was like seeing an oasis in the desert.
“Mason, have you met Destiny before?” my sister asked from over my shoulder.
“Oh, we met in a bar in Vegas last month when I was there for Jade’s hen's weekend.” Destiny dismissed Chelsea’s question with a wave of her hand. Then added for good measure, “you know what Aussies are like overseas, as soon as you hear the accent it’s like you’re long-lost friends…”
Chelsea looked between us, uncertainty in her eyes, then deciding it was too much to think about with her wedding only days away, she looped her arms in both of ours. “Destiny is Logan’s best friend. She’s like a sister to him,” Chelsea explained. “Mason is my musician brother. You’ll meet Hayden, the chef when he flies in on Friday.”
“I thought the musician was Sonny?” Destiny asked, looking a little lost.
“Pfft, nope, that’s just what Mum calls him, Hayden get’s Denny, and she hasn’t dared call me CC since I was 17 and let her know what I thought of that nickname,” my sister was not to be messed with. “Since Mason obviously knows you, though, for some reason I don’t want to think about right now, I’m going to snaffle him to introduce him around.”
