As the officer begins to read the woman I know as in various stages as Mom, or Lorna Lowell, I turn back to Mason.
He looks at me.
I can't help it. I don't care if everyone in this room is either watching us or pretending to wait till the cops are done so they can surreptitiously watch us.
No. I don't care about any of that anymore.
And neither does Mason.
His mouth comes down lower, toward mine.
I close my eyes as his eyelids droop and before I know it, his lips are on mine. I feel the pressure of his body against me as he pulls me closer.
I can feel his cock twitch. That's how guys usually describe that, right? Well, it's twitching against me, growing larger and larger.
I feel Mason's tongue part my lips and slowly begin to massage my own.
After several long seconds, we break away. We're both panting.
"I only have one wish left," he says, grinning at me as he says so.
Don't roll your eyes, but I know that wish that he has.
I have it too.
I want him to take me somewhere and fuck my brains out.
But I don't say anything. Everything has been resolved to an extent and there is nothing left to say.
So instead, I do.
I take his hand and I press it against my crotch. I position his hand so his fingers are right over the fabric of my skirt covering my pussy lips.
"You have a wish, babe, just keep rubbing it right there," I tell him, giving him a mischievous smile. "If you rub long enough, your wish might come true."
Mason smiles at my attempts to be a brat.
He wastes no time, grabbing me by the arms.
"Come on," he says to me. "Lets get out of here."
The path is cleared now that the cops have dragged Mom away and Mason leads me out of the conference room as well.
I have no idea where we're going. But I follow.
And I can't help but comment, "Yes, Daddy."
33
Becca
Happiness. Joy. Ecstasy.
I feel all that and then some more as I step inside the limo with Mason, ready to embark on the journey of a lifetime with the most perfect man by my side. Remember when I found out that he was to be my stepfather? When everything seemed so hopeless? Well, it worked out. All of it. Even though my mother tried hard to crush us, we pulled through. I should be devastated because of my mother, and in a sense, I am, but you can’t choose family. What you can choose, though, is where to place your love. And I know exactly where I’ve placed mine.
I rest my hand on top of Mason’s and, looking into his eyes, I realize that I can’t wait for us to get back home. I need him now, and when I say now, I mean right now. I slide myself over the seat, closing the gap between us, and place my hand right on his crotch. In two heartbeats, I feel his cock hardening under my fingers, straining against the fabric of his pants. Smiling, I curl my fingers around his thick shape and press hard on it.
“Someone’s very eager…” he says, placing one hand on my knee and sliding it up until it meets the hem of my dress. I shiver softly at his touch, the sting of desire striking me at point blank.