“Are you stroking your dick?”
A wink was his only reply.
“Don’t. Don’t do that either. Don’t you dare wink at me,” she groaned. “Shit.” Her eyes slammed closed again as a tiny orgasm rushed through her. She wanted more. So much more. She wanted him inside of her. She wanted to feel that thick cock punishing her pussy from the inside. She flopped back onto the bed, pinching her own nipples as her hips arched against the sheets.
“Fuck, Mason. Oh my—fuck.” She came, harder, feeling herself squirt a little even though her body was fighting against it. She was done, completely wrecked. She scrambled to get away from him, trying to move up the bed, but he wouldn’t let go. He gripped her thigh with his whole ass arm and kept up the punishing strokes with the two fingers buried deep inside her. She came again, so hard she was sure she blacked out for just a second.
“Have you had enough?” he grunted, making her pussy clench all over again.
“Yes,” she whined. “Yes. I’m done.”
She looked down as he dragged a trail of her wetness over her thighs with his fingers, then followed the damp streaks with open mouthed kisses and swipes of his tongue. Yeah, this asshole knew exactly what he was doing. Xeni was aching all over again by the time his lips hit her hips.
Finally he sat back, wiping his mouth with his forearm.
“I hate to end this perfect wedding night,” he said. “But I have to be up at four-thirty.”
“Wait. You didn’t come,” Xeni said. She usually made guys work for head, but she was ready to get to sucking.
“Yes, I did.” Mason did something around his groin area, then held up what had been a fresh tube sock.
“You’re nasty. Talented, but nasty.”
“You have no idea.” She watched him as he stood and walked into the bathroom, where he most likely tossed the sock into the hamper she’d seen in there. When he came back, he was walking upright and she got a glimpse of his semi-erect cock. Before she went back to L.A., she might have to take on the challenge of maximum-length Mason.
“It’s a shame I have to leave soon,” she said as he pulled the covers back over them.
“We better ask how soon you can divorce me, ’cause as long as you’re my wife, I’ll always come after you.”
“Oh, is that right?”
“I licked it, so it’s mine,” he whispered in her ear right before he slapped her ass.
“Jesus,” Xeni actually squealed. Before she could recover, he used his grip on her butt to pull her closer.
He kissed her on the mouth once more, then pressed his lips softly to her forehead. “Goodnight.” He turned off the lights, plunging the room into darkness.
“Well, goodnight then,” Xeni chuckled a little bit, but she didn’t stop herself from settling into his arms. Fuck, he was warm. Mason fell asleep almost immediately. Xeni lay awake, listening to his low rhythmic breathing.
She knew he was just teasing about coming after her when she left town, but part of her almost wished it was true. For once in her life, it would be nice to be pursued. Even if she was already married to the guy.
* * *
“Dude. Did you get married last night?” Ernesto came back to the kitchen, tying his apron around his waist.
“That is correct. It was a beautiful evening.” Mason shot his fry cook a smile, but didn’t take his eyes off the griddle top. He had four breakfast combos in the works for table two.
“Congrats, man!”
“Thank you.”
Mason figured he had twelve hours before news of his marriage to Xeni spread around the farm. Reggie and Tina, their orchard managers, had shown up to the wedding and Mason hadn’t had time to swear them to secrecy before Deborah was rushing them through their vows. He was sure they’d tell a few people here and there, but they weren’t the problem. The problem was Maya and Ginny.
They knew when to keep deadly secrets to themselves, buthe knewa quickie wedding, even if just to keep himself out from under the financial thumb of his father, didn’t fall under the criteria of top secret. As soon as the cannery opened, the news would spread across the farm, into town and probably throughout the county. They might even drop mention of it into the Farm newsletter.
“Really? That’s awesome, but last I knew, you were on some quest for monkhood. Like, single as fuck. Who the fuck did you marry?”
Ernesto knew the handful of women who’d come knocking on Mason’s door. He’d even tried to set Mason up with his step-sister after her divorce. But he also knew Mason’s take on the whole idea of relationships. He had no room in his life for romantic attachments at the moment. He had no direction, no future, and if his father had been right about one thing, Mason needed to figure all that out before he dragged some poor woman along for the ride. He’d taken what some viewed to be a vow of celibacy and, no thanks to Maya and Ginny, rumors spread. Mason had taken himself off the market, but now he had a wife.
