“You deserve it, I know you’ve been going just as much as she is right now,” Mason responds.
“Really? And how would you know that?” I reply with a wink.
“I may have bugged Summer,” he says with a shrug.
“I kind of did the same thing,” I say with honesty. Mason caught my attention when he was helping Summer along the way and I was moving in. He caught my eye, and I’ve never been able to get him out of my thoughts ever since.
6
Mason
We sat and talked about anything and everything, only stopping when Mary brought our food. Quinn’s burger was so big, it covered most of the basket they served it in.
I watch as she takes her first bite of the burger she ordered, Quinn’s eyes close, and she moans out loud.
“Fuck,” I mumble under my breath wanting to her moan while she’s writhing beneath me, skin slicked with sweat, hair a tangled mess from me running my fingers through it.
When she finishes chewing, she sees me, the me that has a fire burning inside, only for her.
“Oh,” she whispers out.
“Yeah, Sunshine,” I grunt, her face blushes and she dips her head down.
“I’m sorry,” she says, looking down at her food.
“Don’t do that, not to me. You have nothing to apologize for, it’s just you and me here. We’ll go slow.” Even if it fucking kills me, I say inside my head.
“Thank you, Mason. I’m not scared to see where this is going, but it’s also brand new to me too,” her hand goes to her hair, and she places the strands that were falling in front of her face behind her ear.
“I get that, but we’ll go at your pace. I promise, I’m in this with you and only you,”
“I appreciate that,” we both go back to eating our meal, her stealing a French fry off my plate, and then her feeding me a bite of her potato salad.
Once the awkwardness of our conversation went away, it was smooth sailing from then on out. We talked about my job, what she’s hoping to do in the near future.
“You ready to head back?” I ask her.
“Yeah, I could really use a walk after eating.” I look at her plate and smirk, my girl likes to eat and thank fuck for that.
“Let’s go then,” I leave cash on the table with a hefty tip for Mary. I know she only works part time here now that her husband passed, but that still doesn’t mean I can’t pay it forward.
This time it’s Quinn who takes my hand in hers as we head back to my place.
Her touch sets something right within my soul, and I don’t care if that makes me sound like less of a man. I know I’m only as strong as the woman standing beside me.
7
Quinn
When we get back to Mason’s place the sun is dipping lower and lower into the skyline and with that brings a chill in the air, yet I don’t want to leave the back deck.
“Do you mind if we stay out here?” I ask him.
“No, not at all. Let me light the outdoor heaters and grab us a blanket though,” he’s up off his feet in an instant, and I know Momma Tina raised her boys to become gentlemen. Even when Heath mouths off like he’s the jokester. There’s more to him than meets the eye.
Mason comes back with a blanket for me and drapes it over my legs. His backyard needs some work. It has a small pool, but there isn’t hardly any furniture out here, except the two lounge chairs and I’m sitting on one now.
I can imagine an outdoor day bed, that has a canopy you can fold out to shade you from the sun. Maybe a couple of umbrellas for the lounge chairs and some potted plants too.
“I can see the smoke coming from your head, what are you over there thinking about?” He brings his lounge chair so we’re side by side with nothing in between us. I open the blanket for him, and we get as close as possible to each other while staying comfortable.
“Nothing much, just imagining what you could do with a place like this. It’s really beautiful,” I respond.
“Mom wanted to decorate throughout the house and even out here, but I put my foot down. I didn’t want to meet someone and have to change everything all over again, because my mother’s stamp was all over it. Kind of a waste of money, you know?” he tells me, and I can see a twinkle in his eye as if he’s conjuring something up. I look towards the ocean before responding, “Makes sense, plus it’s senseless to waste money. Believe me, it goes against every grain of my being to rent a condo. But I was in a pickle and needed to vacate as soon as possible, and really who knows. Maybe I’ll buy a home beach side.” I can imagine having a home with a view like this, decorated the way I wanted, maybe with a few babies toddling around.