How do I tell her, her father is a fucking oxygen thief? How do I tell her that I know exactly why her mother hasn’t been in touch? Keeping things from Nina now will only come back and kick me in the ass. But it’s been a day, and I don’t necessarily want her to kick me in the ass now either.
I don’t want to disappoint her.
Not when things are so good.
“I can see if I can get hold of your mum.” (Not a lie.)
“I wouldn’t bother. I’ve lost all hope for the woman,” she says it with disdain, but I know she hurts. She’s only ever wanted her mother to care.
“I’m sorry.” I kiss her head.
“It’s not your fault,” she hums, wrapping her arms around my back and snuggling close. “Thank you for tonight, Mase. It’s been the perfect first date.”
“This isn’t a date.” I smile into her hair.
“No?” she asks, sounding surprised.
I chuckle as I tell her, “No. This was just foreplay.”
“Date foreplay? I don’t think that’s a thing.”
“Is now.”
“If this was foreplay.” I feel her smile against my bare chest.
“We won’t fucking survive it,” I deadpan. Her laugh that follows flows through me like silk, making my eyes close as I absorb every bit of it. I’ve missed this. Her.
“RIP me.”
I frown. “You did not just say that.” I laugh, throwing my head back. “RIP me,” I mimic in an eerily girly voice.
“Shut up!” She giggles, biting down on my nipple.
“Ouch!” I grasp my pec, pushing on her shoulder and away from me.
“Don’t dish out what you can’t take, Bossman.”
I manoeuvre myself so I’m above her and between her legs, kneeing them far apart. I sink my growing cock deep inside of her. “Let’s see just how much you can take, smart girl.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
Nina
Waking up to an empty bed isn’t high on the list of how I like to start my day but waking up in Mason Lowell’s bed—empty or not empty—seems to make it suck a little less this morning. Rolling over, I snap up the piece of paper that’s laying on his pillow.
You taste far better than this shit coffee.
My chest warms as a soft laugh slips from my throat. “So romantic, Mase.”
“Dadiee,” Ellis’s sleepy voice drifts through his open door, and I quickly stand to go to him. It’s been a busy weekend and couple days in the gym. I’ve been looking forward to my time with him. Poking my head around the doorframe, I wait, watching as he traces circles on his mattress. “Dadieee,” he coos, almost perfectly. He doesn’tlook up, and I wonder how their morning routine normally goes.
“Not Daddy, baby boy.”
His small body jolts at the sound of my voice, his head popping up as he stands in a rush, grasping the cot’s railings. A smile quickly spreads his cheeks wide when he sees it’s me, his hands slapping together as he wobbles on his chunky legs.
“Come here.” I lift him from the cot and snuggle him close to my body. My toes flex in the fluffy rug that covers a large portion of the room, and I stand rocking him, feeling more content than I have in months. “You have a special daddy, Ellis.” I lean back to look at him. “I’m sorry I kept you from this. I’m sorry, baby, Mummy won’t let us be apart again. I promise.”
Reaching out, he grasps my hand, curling his fingers around my pinkie and shaking it. “What are you doing?” I chuckle, ruffling his hair before placing a kiss on his head. “Let’s get some breakfast, then you can show me your super cool clothes.”
