“I don’t think that’s the correct analogy dear.”
“You know what I mean.” I wave her off.
“So, he’s staking his claim,” she asks, still looking extremely curious.
“Yes, and no. I don’t know.”
I can’t exactly tell Maggie that I wanted Mason’s hands on me. Or that I wanted him to squeeze just a little bit tighter.
“When me and John got together, we just talked. Like an actual conversation. It was simple. He said, ‘wanna go watch a movie’ and I said, ‘yes’ and we got married six months later.”
“If only it was that simple, Mags.”
“It’s as simple as you make it. You’re both too damn stubborn. Just have a conversation.”
I puff out a breath, fed up with everyone else having anopinion on what me and Mason want. “Who said we even want it to work?”
“Well, if that boy isn’t kinky or aggressive, I’d say you definitely have some things to work out. Wouldn’t you?”
I grin at her, not believing I’m having this conversation with her. “Was everything okay with Ellis today?”
She purses her lips. “Good as gold, he’s just perfect.”
“Thank you, Maggie.” She gives me a kiss on the cheek and tells me to come over Sunday for dinner, then leaves.
The sound of Ellis screeching with laughter makes me smile and I sneak off in the direction of the bathroom, wondering what’s so funny. Only as I round the corner I falter, caught completely off guard by what’s unfolding before me. Mason is standing beside the tub, his top is soaked and discarded on my bathroom floor, and I’ve caught him in the middle of pulling off his trousers.
And for the love of all that is holy I am rendered absolutely stupid.
You cannot lick him.
Mason lifts his head, sensing my presence at the door. “What was that?” He frowns.
I pop a brow, swallowing the saliva that threatens to slip out and drip down my chin like a drooling puppy. “Huh?”
“You said I can’t lick him.”
My cheeks flame and his face morphs into a knowing smile.
“No, I didn’t.” I panic. I did not say that out loud.
“Sorry.” His smile is so wide I’m surprised his face doesn’t split in two. He’s so smug. “Ellis soaked me. I was going to jump in. We do it at home.”
“Okay.” I nod eagerly.
He licks his lips, concealing his grin as he continues to pull off his trousers.
Am I a complete pervert for wanting to watch this? I should leave. I should go and wait in the living room, but I’m rooted to the ground. Unable to move my feet even if I wanted to.
Keeping his boxers on, he climbs into the tub and sits opposite Ellis. He looks massive in my tiny bath, and really fucking good too.
They splash the water and Ellis chuckles. I sense they do this a lot as Ellis watches Mason’s every move, waiting as if he knows what’s to come. They are scooping up cups of water and pouring them over their heads. Apparently, that is hilarious. I can’t help but smile.
“Do you mind putting my shirt in the dryer, Mummy?” Mason asks, winking at Ellis and snapping me out of my trance.
“Of course.” I walk to the bath and reach for the T-shirt.
“Nina.”
