Mason's Winter

I reach between us and use my thumb to stroke her aching nub. She cries out, coming for me. It’s all I need because I’m coming too. I jerk off, spraying her mound and belly with my cum. She slides her fingers over the sticky mess I made on her, bringing them to her mouth and sucking off my seed.

A moan of satisfaction comes from her pretty lips. Then she drops to her knees and takes my cock in her hand, then wraps her mouth around my tip cleaning off my cum. Fuck, I’m getting harder by the second she’s going to make me cum. “You keep that up, and I’m going to fill you with another load, Winter.” She smiles up at me, pleased with herself.

“I want it. I want my dessert, too.”

“Good God, I fucking don’t know what I did to deserve you, but please continue, Winter.” I grab her hair roughly and help guide her. She may come off as confident in her words, but she’s not as confident in her movements. Fuck, she can’t do it wrong at all, but my woman needs reassurance. “That’s it, take me as deep as you can.” She gags a little, and that only causes me to throb in her mouth. “Do you like that you’ve got me at your mercy, Winter?” She says something mumbled on my cock. I pull her off. “What did you say?”

“Yes, I do,” she answers, a little bit of spit dribbling off her lips.

“Good girl, now finish what you started, and I’ll eat you out until you fall asleep.” Her thighs clench closed on the floor, and she opens her mouth wide. I drag my cock over her teeth, then start pumping until I’m coming down her throat.

I help her to her feet, then kiss the fuck out of her. “Now get your ass in the bath before your water gets cold.”

“Join me.”

“No, I’m jumping in the shower. I’m not falling for that shit again. I’m supposed to be taking care of you.” I swat her ass, then help her in before taking my own shower.

We passed out an hour later after I kept my promise twice over.

Chapter 10

Mason

I watch her sleep, feeling like the world is right. My phone had three messages on it from Grable and his daughter, but after the way they treated Winter, they’ll get a call back when I feel like it, and it’ll only be to get a piece of my mind. I turn it off and slide back into the bed with my love, she immediately rests on my chest in her sleep. I can’t even understand how much this means to me.

When we wake up, the sun is shining, and there’s another light dusting of snow on top of the older layers. I roll over and drag Winter in my arms. “Good morning, beautiful,” kissing her lightly.

“Morning. Do you have coffee here?”

“Yes.” The buzzer rings for the front gate. I check my phone that’s connected to the gate and it’s the movers. Shit, I forgot about them. “Baby, slip on your clothes; the movers are here with your things.” I go downstairs, sliding on my pajama pants and a tee shirt before picking up our coats and shoes from the front door and opening it.

“Put everything in the living room. We’ll sort it out,” I tell the lead mover.

“Sure thing, Mr. Hunt. I’m Morris. Um, but can I have a word with you in private?”

“Yes, Morris, come in the kitchen.”

“What’s going on?” I ask as soon as the kitchen door closes.

“We found a tracker inside one of her things. It was interfering with our signal in the truck, and we had to pull over. It’s still in my truck, but we’re going to take it with us, so they don’t come back here.”

“Have you told James?” I ask, needing to get a hold of him about this.

“Yes, he told me to tell you in private. The plan was his idea.” That’s a good thing. I can’t believe they would do that. Did that bitch get home right after the scene in the restaurant? It’s very likely, and she went on a tirade.

“That’s a great idea. Well, I’ll be waiting to see, but let me know if you have some woman or older man creeping around.”

“Sure.” A knock on the kitchen door interrupted us.

“Boss, we’re done,” a worker says from behind the door.

“Thanks. I’m coming,” he says. “Mr. Hunt, we’ll keep you up-to-date.”

“Thanks, Morris.” I walk them out and lock up, making sure the gate is locked, and there’s no one lurking. I have a strange feeling that Ms. Grable is a little more vindictive than I gave her credit for.

When I come back in, Winter is going through her things. “Is everything here?” She’s looking at a small photo in her hand. I can see that it’s her father.