“I’ve cleaned up the grill and am going to make us steak and salad. Go shower, and it’ll be ready by the time you come down." I lean away slightly to get a look at her.
“Oh, that’s great, thank you.” Stepping back Cilla sees the water in my hand, takes it, and then reaches up and kisses me softly.
I watch as she leaves the kitchen, and I can’t help but think how lucky I am to have found her. She is so sweet, yet carries the weight of the dead on her shoulders. It takes someone special to do that and remain unspoiled.
A notebook that Cilla keeps on the counter to jot down items we need from the grocery store shoots off the counter, and I feel the hair on my neck raise. “If that is one of you three assholes, you can fuck off and stop listening to my thoughts.”
The pen now follows the notebook, and it follows with force. “CILLA,” I shout, “I WILL HAVE A SHOWER WITH YOU.”
“Okay, come on then,” Cilla shouts back to me.
I childishly flick two fingers towards the kitchen as I rush out and up the stairs. I don’t wanna be on my own right now because I’ve seen what Pyro can do. Dead men are supposed to stay dead I’m thinking, brothers or not!
Chapter 23
CILLA
Rushing upstairs, I take a long drink of the flavored water then drop my clothes into the laundry basket. I walk into the bathroom, where the chill on the tiles has me moving quickly to turn the faucet of the shower on. I allow the water to warm as I grab a towel from the cabinet next to the sink. I place the towel on top of the toilet lid and step into the shower.
The steam fogs the mirror, and I see myself as a blurred figure, but my eyes flick to the door when Mason steps inside. He gives me a warm, no, I should say provocative smile as he starts to shed his clothes right onto the bathroom floor.
His eyes are softer than I’ve ever seen them, and he asks in a low growly voice, “Mind if I join you?”
I admit my heart flutters and my stomach clenches at the rough, passionate sound of his voice. I give him a nod and step further under the spray of the shower, making room for him.
Our gazes never leave each other, and it’s the most intimate of feelings. As Mason steps into the shower the spray envelopes him, and I watch the beads of water that glisten on his skin.
Mason reaches for me, pulling me against his chest. The warm water runs over both of us. I can feel the tension of the day leaving me, but a different kind of feeling is being created.
Leaning down, Mason kisses my neck with soft, exploring pecks. The tiny kisses send a shiver through me, and I sigh into his mouth as he returns the kisses from my neck to my mouth.
His kisses turn urgent and more possessive, tasting I’m sure of my desire. The shower is sending sensations through me, which are hard to describe. But the drumming of the water, the slick warmth of our bodies pressed together, and the taste of him, all make this a sensational experience.
Mason’s hands are everywhere, exploring and igniting feelings. His hands, oh, his hands! They are a language of love all of their own. He traces the curve of my spine, cups my hips, and with such lovingness that he amazes me. He finds every nerve ending and every secret spot.
Tangling his fingers in my wet hair, he tilts my head to where he needs it then kisses me again. This time deeper, with his tongue mirroring mine. We move together, a slow and sensual sway. The shower walls are forgotten. The way he uses his thumbs, palms, and the backs of his fingers is an art form. The heat of the water and the intimacy of the enclosed space,the sheer physical pleasure of being so utterly intertwined, are intoxicating.
By the time he has entered my body, I am ready to explode, and that is exactly what I do. I clench down on him so tightly that he is only able to do a few thrusts before he completes too.
When we finally emerge from the shower, we are both looking rosy and recovering our breaths. “That was something else,” I can’t help but tell Mason.
Mason grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “For God’s sake, don’t tell the brothers how quick I came. They’d call me the four-thrust wonder for the rest of my life.”
Throwing my head back laughing at his remark, I can imagine the brothers doing that. “I’ll never tell.”
“Okay, we’ll do round two after we eat. Let’s see if I can pass four thrusts the next time.” I can see Mason is enjoying the moment, and I laugh along with him.
“Yeah, we’ll test that out, Mason. Any time!” I respond.
“Any time?” Mason growls, and I finish throwing my clothes on before making a break for the bedroom door. I can’t help but throw over my shoulder, “Any time!”
After we had eaten what turned out to be a great steak, Mason handed me a box. “This is for you to wear whenever you are out of the house or off the property. At the clubhouse, too. It is to show that you are mine, and I am yours. I’m very proud to give it to you, Cilla, and I hope you’ll be proud to wear it.”
Opening the box, I quickly realize it is a cut. Taking it out carefully, I smile at the back where the club logo sits and states for all the world to see, ‘Property of Finger’. Turning it to look at the front, I giggle because a small patch states, ‘Seer’. “That’s Tracker’s touch, isn’t it?” I ask.
Looking at Mason, I can see he’s holding back a laugh, but it doesn’t last long. He throws his head back and laughs loudly. “It was, Cilla. It was.”
Heading back inside the house now we have finished eating and clearing away I notice Mason hesitating. “What’s wrong?”