I laugh at his expression and nod. “Yes, it is.” The server grimaces again making me laugh even more. “They’ll love it, I guarantee.”
Mason stretches over to look at the offending item and then to me. “They don’t know that’s going on the top of the cake?”
“Nope. My treat.” I grin.
Mason laughs and shakes his head again as he looks at the server’s horrified expression.
“Allow me.” I pull the topper from the box. “Keep the floral topper in the kitchen if you would, just in case.” I know Jed and Sarah will love my gift, possibly unlike Miriam, but it’s not her day, it’s theirs. I settle the topper in a central position and grin at it. “This was tame compared to some I considered.”
“I bet.” Mason observes the ornamental bride and groom that essentially shows them from the back in the formality of their wedding attire as if standing at the altar, but with the risqué image of them cupping each other’s behinds and squeezing the handful of overflowing arse, although the bride’s dress is rucked up, exposing her flesh.
The servers walk away, still concerned by the image atop the cake.
“I don’t think they approve, baby.” Mason laughs. I shrug as he pulls me to him again. “So, if you’ve missed me and I’ve really missed you, maybe we could go and christen our room while your hair cooks.”
“Do you think we’ll get as far as the room?” I’m already lowering a hand between us where I find Mason’s arousal, hard and eager. “I thought I was the one in a permanent state of readiness?”
“You are. I would stake money on me finding you hot when I slip my fingers into your sexy little shorts.” He’s kneading my ear with his mouth. “And I know that when I get inside your tiny pants, I’ll find your pussy wet and sticky.” His words make me groan and one of my legs instinctively comes up to wrap around his hip. “Oh yeah.”
“Mase,” I whisper back as I grip his erection through the jeans he’s currently wearing. “I love it when you talk.” We both know I mean his dirty talk rather than just him speaking.
“Olivia,” a voice calls, interrupting us and breaking the moment. “Oh, sorry, I erm… you’re next up for hair.” Niamh shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other, clearly knowing what was happening here, or about to.
“Two minutes,” I reply, still breathless from my Mason moment.
“Such praise, two whole minutes,” Mason says in a hush against my ear while leaning down to kiss me.
“Niamh,” Sarah’s sister says, introducing herself with an outstretched hand that Mason accepts and shakes warmly.
“Mase,” he replies.
“Oh, I know who you are.” She grins, turning to me.
“Get out,” I say with a laugh, pushing her away from my boyfriend. “Go and find your husband and tell your sister and mother I am coming in a moment.”
“I bet you are!” Niamh grins back at me with a laugh, leaving me crimson.
Mason laughs loudly. “Very nice to meet you. I like her,” he tells me.
“I have to go.” I break free for a split second before he is pulling me back to him.
“Yes, after we’ve familiarised ourselves again.”
“Mase,” I warn as Miriam bursts in.
“Olivia, please,” she cries and desperate for her not to see the cake topper I run towards her. “Everything is sorted down here so I’m good to get my hair done. Mason, this is Sarah’s mum, Miriam,” I call across the room from her side. “Miriam, this is my boyfriend, Mason,” I add and scurry from the room with Miriam in hot pursuit rather than Mason as I would have preferred.
Chapter 31
Mason
I return to the room I’ve booked us into for the night. Olivia was here last night in a room arranged by Sarah and Jed, whereas I was banished to my home, alone, which I now know I hate. My home is too big, too quiet and too lonely without Olivia in it. I love her being in my home on a permanent basis. My home and my bed.
The night her flat was broken into was the worst night of my life; hearing her voice, disorientated and confused when she eventually answered my call frightened the shit out of me, as did finding her lying unconscious on the floor with her belongings strewn around the place and the word WHORE daubed across the wall in two feet high letters and although the police and now Olivia are happy to write it off as a random act, I’m still not convinced. The damage had been too specific, deliberately spiteful to my mind but I am keeping those thoughts to myself because I can’t bear for my girl to be scared any more than she already has been in her life and I am doing everything to keep her with me, to guarantee her safety.
My brain keeps coming back to the coincidence of Olivia’s break in and assault at the hands of her thief who appeared to steal nothing and the arrest of Dr Conrad fucking Mathers. I can’t process it as anything other than planned and deliberate rather than happenchance which makes me even more determined to keep Olivia near at all times, including having her living with me, which she does, she just doesn’t realise it yet, even if most of her clothes and personal belongings have made their way into my home.
There’s another hour before Sarah and Jed’s wedding service begins which leaves more than enough time for a shower, including a little self-gratification to tide me over until I get some time alone with Olivia.
