I loved feeling the scruff on his chin against my smooth lips; it heightened the pleasure of every movement he made.
After a short minute, he pulled down the shorts farther and slipped one of my legs free. Then he hiked it over his shoulder and buried his face against me, simultaneously driving two fingers deep inside me.
“Oh my God,” I gasped.
“Mmm…” He sucked on my clit and swiped his tongue across it, over and over, over and over, until I was panting and moaning and begging.
“Mason,” I whimpered. “Fuck—oh, fuck!”
The sensations washed over me in several waves, and I trembled and tensed up as the climax took over.
He brought me down gently afterward, carefully withdrawing his fingers, then returning my foot to solid ground and righting my boxer shorts. I was still working on breathing. Jesus Christ. One shiver set off another, and I couldn’t believe how quickly he got me there. Every time. I felt all sluggish and listless.
He rose to his feet and cupped my cheeks. “That,” he murmured and kissed me, “will never get old. Unlike my knees.” He winced and stretched out his leg.
I chuckled shakily and rested my forehead against his sternum. “I need a nap now.”
No, seriously, I really needed a nap. Instead, I was going to finish making breakfast before William, Kelly, and Aurora came over. Tristan and Katie would be home with Olivia shortly thereafter, and her parents were flying in today. There was no napping on the horizon.
Mason was in charge of freshening up his bedroom, which Katie’s parents would borrow for a couple days while he stayed at my place.
“You know what, fuck it,” I said. “I’m not putting anything else on before William and Kelly get here. These are perfectly respectable pajamas.”
“Yes, they are, and they’re mine. I’m not gonna hide the fact that I’m loving this.” He strolled over to the table and peered down at the blueberry muffins. “Shouldn’t I sample one?”
He was a man, all right. But I loved it. “That’s probably best.” I humored him.
He’d warned me that he might get a little possessive if William ventured near any version of me being “his Lis” after our twenty years together.
I doubted he would, but either way, I just wanted my relationship with Mason out in the open.
Besides, if Mason did get a little territorial, was it so bad if I enjoyed it?
I wasn’t nervous until William parked in front of the house and Aurora stepped out.
Mason and I exchanged a glance, and I wondered if it hit him too. The possibility that we’d focused on the wrong person. While neither of us believed William would have any issues with Mason and me, the reaction of a fifteen-year-old girl was a lot more difficult to predict.
On the other hand, however she received the news, I knew it was temporary. Aurora liked Mason a lot, and I couldn’t foresee her being genuinely upset.
“I’m not above buying Aurora’s affection,” Mason said. “Just so you know. She’ll get her driver’s license next year, right? She’ll need a car.”
“Oh, shush.” I pressed a kiss to his bicep as I passed him. “She adores you, love. Come on. You go first.”
He sighed and left the kitchen before me, and a beat later, the doorbell rang.
I stayed back and leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen, casually folding my arms over my chest. Maybe I regretted not getting dressed properly. At least Mason had donned a tee now.
Even though I’d spotted sweats and hoodies on both William and Kelly, my clothes screamed “I’ve been sleeping with your brother, ex-hubby.”
Here goes.
Mason opened the door and was met by William’s and Kelly’s sleepy grins and a well-delivered, “Congratulations, Gramps!”
“Thanks,” Mason chuckled. “Morning, guys. Come on in.”
“Is the baby here yet?” Aurora asked, entering first. “I saw the pictures on Mom’s and Tristan’s Insta—” She came to a brief stop when she spotted me, her surprised gaze flitting from top to bottom and back up before she kicked off her shoes and stumbled in farther. Then she blushed and smiled slyly. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, sweetie.” I didn’t know—I mean, did she—how? What was—fuck. “Can I have a hug?”
She quirked a grin and snuck in to hug my middle. “I owe Brady five bucks, but that’s okay.”
Wait, Brady?
I searched her eyes, feeling uncharacteristically insecure, to which she actually patted my cheek and said, “My cute momma. Chill.”
I exhaled a short mix of a laugh and a huff, equally relieved, amused, and eager to talk to her later. I just had to make sure, but for now, I was taking this as a win. And apparently she could be observant at times.
While Aurora disappeared into the kitchen with a snicker, I refocused on the guys, and Kelly gave me a cursory once-over before he shot me a little smirk.
“Morning, hon.” He kissed my cheek and followed Aurora. “Damn, this is some breakfast spread.”
Two down, one to go.
Mason and William wrapped up whatever they’d talked about, and William’s gaze landed on me.
“Morning, Lis.” He smiled at first as he removed his shoes and lowered the hood of his hoodie. “When did you get here?”
I felt myself morph into Matt’s favorite emoji, the one with a stiff, awkward, teeth-flashing grin. “Um.”
That was when his eyes dropped to take in my appearance, and he furrowed his brow. The confusion was so clear.
“She spent the night, little brother.” Mason clapped William on his back.
“She—” William cocked his head, and then it dawned on him. I could see it on his face. His stare flashed to mine, all confusion and politeness vanished, and he just looked at me blankly.
“Shh,” I heard Aurora whisper to Kelly. “I’m listening.”
I suppressed the wry mirth that bubbled up and gestured between Mason and me. “Mason and I wanted to let you know that
