what: I’ll swing by again when I return from my trip. I shouldn’t be away long. We can catch up then. Sound good?”
Candice is up to something, and this is her way of telling me in front of Mason. There’s nothing I can do it about it now.
“Well, thank you for caring enough to check in on me,” I tell her honestly.
“Of course, dear. That’s what very good friends are for,” she says, mirroring my introduction earlier. Candice really needs to work on not sounding more like her visible age, especially in front of people who don’t know how old we really are.
“Can we drive you to the train station at least?” Mason asks.
“No need. I don’t mind walking, especially in this country air.”
Candice leans in and gives me a hug. It feels like she’s actually pouring her strength into me, filling me up like a chalice. She always gives the best hugs, but this time she also whispers in my ear.
“I’ll leave you two to mingle. That would help enormously.”
Message received. It’s one thing to be sorry about a mistake, but it’s quite another to make amends. Fortunately for me, this is one mistake I don’t mind fixing.
Mason and I see Candice off, and watch her walk away from my apartment window.
“I like your friend,” he says.
I turn toward Mason and wrap my arms around his muscular neck.
“You like that she looks out for me,” I say, dangling my weight off him. “You didn’t like her at first.”
“That’s because I didn’t know her. Now I do, at least a little. She’s almost like a mother to you. How long have you been friends?”
“Many, many years,” I tell him without lying.
“That makes me think she knows where the bodies are buried.”
“Ha! No, that would be my other girlfriend, Saffron,” I say.
“Got it. Saffron helps you when you’re already in trouble. Candice keeps you out of trouble in the first place, like cleaning up splintered doors.”
“Well, she’s nothing if not resourceful,” I say, deflecting.
“I still don’t know how she did that. It’s not like the hardware store was open earlier.”
“If you’re really interested in knowing how she did it, we can talk about it all day long, going over every logical possibility one by one…” I close my eyes and slowly kiss Mason, drawing one of his lips back with my own. “Or we could pass the time some other way. Maybe break some more furniture?”
“Shouldn’t we be taking it easy on you?” he asks with a hint of excitement.
“I’m feeling surprisingly energized all of a sudden.”
I lift the bolo off his neck and place it around mine again. Mason doesn’t resist.
“Jess, you’re playing with fire,” he says with a growing smile.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m pretty fire resistant. Now stop making excuses or you’ll hurt my feelings. Do you want me or not?”
I bite my lower lip. Then I look up at Mason with petulant eyes.
“I’m likely to lose control of myself again,” he says.
“Good.”
Mason lets his hands drift to my waist and closes his eyes. A vain effort to gather his wits about him. There’s no point. He hoists me into the air with both arms, and I’m flying again, hurled backward with his strength.
I land softly on my bed, and Mason is there a moment later, hovering over me, face at my neck. The guttural growl that I love ripples out of him. It vibrates against my throat. I close my eyes and turn my head away. Submitting to his will.
The intent of his lust is so strong, so immediate. Summoning his desire for me is effortless. I have never felt more wanted in all my life, and that’s saying something.
If I’m going to replenish the quicksilver pool, I need to open a conduit now and siphon all the lust I can. Even the foreplay lust. This is how to make amends for draining the reservoir.
I decide to try something out. Candice said I don’t need to say the spellcasting words when I feel the way I do about Mason. I can just manifest the spells into existence
Candice is up to something, and this is her way of telling me in front of Mason. There’s nothing I can do it about it now.
“Well, thank you for caring enough to check in on me,” I tell her honestly.
“Of course, dear. That’s what very good friends are for,” she says, mirroring my introduction earlier. Candice really needs to work on not sounding more like her visible age, especially in front of people who don’t know how old we really are.
“Can we drive you to the train station at least?” Mason asks.
“No need. I don’t mind walking, especially in this country air.”
Candice leans in and gives me a hug. It feels like she’s actually pouring her strength into me, filling me up like a chalice. She always gives the best hugs, but this time she also whispers in my ear.
“I’ll leave you two to mingle. That would help enormously.”
Message received. It’s one thing to be sorry about a mistake, but it’s quite another to make amends. Fortunately for me, this is one mistake I don’t mind fixing.
Mason and I see Candice off, and watch her walk away from my apartment window.
“I like your friend,” he says.
I turn toward Mason and wrap my arms around his muscular neck.
“You like that she looks out for me,” I say, dangling my weight off him. “You didn’t like her at first.”
“That’s because I didn’t know her. Now I do, at least a little. She’s almost like a mother to you. How long have you been friends?”
“Many, many years,” I tell him without lying.
“That makes me think she knows where the bodies are buried.”
“Ha! No, that would be my other girlfriend, Saffron,” I say.
“Got it. Saffron helps you when you’re already in trouble. Candice keeps you out of trouble in the first place, like cleaning up splintered doors.”
“Well, she’s nothing if not resourceful,” I say, deflecting.
“I still don’t know how she did that. It’s not like the hardware store was open earlier.”
“If you’re really interested in knowing how she did it, we can talk about it all day long, going over every logical possibility one by one…” I close my eyes and slowly kiss Mason, drawing one of his lips back with my own. “Or we could pass the time some other way. Maybe break some more furniture?”
“Shouldn’t we be taking it easy on you?” he asks with a hint of excitement.
“I’m feeling surprisingly energized all of a sudden.”
I lift the bolo off his neck and place it around mine again. Mason doesn’t resist.
“Jess, you’re playing with fire,” he says with a growing smile.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m pretty fire resistant. Now stop making excuses or you’ll hurt my feelings. Do you want me or not?”
I bite my lower lip. Then I look up at Mason with petulant eyes.
“I’m likely to lose control of myself again,” he says.
“Good.”
Mason lets his hands drift to my waist and closes his eyes. A vain effort to gather his wits about him. There’s no point. He hoists me into the air with both arms, and I’m flying again, hurled backward with his strength.
I land softly on my bed, and Mason is there a moment later, hovering over me, face at my neck. The guttural growl that I love ripples out of him. It vibrates against my throat. I close my eyes and turn my head away. Submitting to his will.
The intent of his lust is so strong, so immediate. Summoning his desire for me is effortless. I have never felt more wanted in all my life, and that’s saying something.
If I’m going to replenish the quicksilver pool, I need to open a conduit now and siphon all the lust I can. Even the foreplay lust. This is how to make amends for draining the reservoir.
I decide to try something out. Candice said I don’t need to say the spellcasting words when I feel the way I do about Mason. I can just manifest the spells into existence
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