Chapter 32

Charlotte

Mason returnsto the bedroom with two champagne glasses, and I have to laugh. Wish and, when you’re with Mason, you receive.

I didn’t even say the words out loud, but somehow, he knew. He has candles in hand as well, and he lights them on the nightstand and dresser, turning off the lights as he hands me a glass.

“To us and our future,” he says as we touch glasses, a satisfying tinkling sound tickling my ears.

I take a drink and then wrinkle my nose, looking down at my glass. “What is this?”

“Sparkling cider,” he answers, sitting next to me on the bed.

“I am over twenty-one, you know.”

He chuckles. “True. But you also took heavy-duty pain medication today and I need to make sure I’m taking good care of you.”

My stomach drops because…yeah…it’s been a long time since anyone worried about my health like this.

I want to sink into this feeling. Mason has done what no one has for such a long time.

Not only has he made me feel loved, he’s taken my problems and one at a time, he’s made them disappear. I haven’t been this light in years.

I’d been drowning for so long. Mason wasn’t just a raft or a lifeline, he was an island. More than that, he was paradise.

I was never leaving.

I take another sip of my sparkling cider and then I set down the glass. “We’re getting married and we’re celebrating with no alcohol and no sex.”

Mason cocks a brow. “You are displeased, my queen?”

“I am.”

He sets his glass down too as he scratches his chin. “I might have an idea.”

And then he picks up two of the candles and carries them to the bathroom.

I’m still sitting there wondering what he’s up to when he comes back out and gets the others. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask if he’s planning to leave me in the dark when I hear the water start in the tub.

A sigh escapes my lips. Our last bath had been heaven and it’s the perfect way to soothe my aching body and celebrate.

He comes out of the bathroom once again and gently helps me from the bed, stripping off my clothes, even the sling with the greatest tenderness and care.

The tub full, he helps me in.

I sit in the middle of the massive tub as I watch him undress too. He’s got a few new cuts and bruises as well, compliments of Leo, I’m sure.

But even with the marks, he’s steal-my-breath gorgeous and I try to process that this man is going to be mine.

All mine.

He reaches into his bathroom cabinet and pulls out several small bottles.

“Bubble bath?” I ask, my lips parting in pleasure.

He returns my smile. “Too drying. These are essential oils.” And then he uncorks the first bottle and climbs into the tub behind me.

Settling onto his chest, he waves the first one under my nose. “Lavender.”

“Very nice,” I reply, the smell filling my nose.

He uncorks the next. “Rose.”

My nose wrinkles. It’s a bit strong.

“Frankincense.”

“No.” I shake my head. “I like the lavender.”

“Lavender it is.”

I expect him to add it to the water but instead, he pours some into his hand, and then begins rubbing my chest with his lubricated palms. His touch is light, easy, it goes over my bruised skin without a bother and down my arm, actually easing some of the ache.

He does the other side and then his hand dips under the water, rubbing across my belly. He just gets to my pelvis, my body beginning to vibrate with anticipation when he shifts and begins doing my back.

On and on it goes, his hands soothing the aches of my skin and heating me until I’m ready to start begging again when he finally massages my behind, and then slips his hand between my thighs, rubbing the oil over my seam.

It both soothes my flesh and makes me moan in pleasure.

Very gently, Mason wraps an arm about my injured one, holding it against my body the way my sling had done.

“We’re going to go slow and careful,” he whispers in my ear. “I can’t have you hurt any more than you already do.”

I’ve never felt safer or more protected than I do in this moment, the oil soothing my skin, his touch making me yearn for more.

I’m wrapped in his strong embrace as he slides his hand over my sex again, his touch so slow and gentle, I give a whimper of impatience.

He smiles against my neck and then removes his hand.

A cry of protest falls from my lips and his smile grows as he adds more oil to his fingertips.

And then he dips his hand back under the water, sliding his freshly oiled fingers over my lips.

I arch into his touch, even as he holds my torso steady. I want more of everything he’s giving, but he keeps his movements slow and easy, the rhythm the sweetest torture until I’m ready to burst from my need.

And that’s when he softly lifts my pelvis to slide his cock inside me.

The oil has made me slick enough that it doesn’t hurt at all this time, in fact, he feels so good, I arch into him and tweak my arm the slightest bit.

At my mewl of pain, he goes rigid and still underneath me. “What hurt, love?”

“My arm. I just…”

He laces his fingers through mine, holding me against him as he works his hips, doing all the moving. I’m nearly immobile.

It’s a feat of athleticism I might marvel at if I wasn’t so busy feeling fantastic.

His cock presses on every point of pleasure inside me, the orgasm that’s been building makes my thighs shake with need.

And then he slides his free hand back over my sex, his middle fingers pressing against my clit.

I can’t hold it back as I cry out, exploding around him. But he’s not done…

He keeps pistoning in and out of me, his fingers sliding over my clit until my breath is completely ragged again.

I wish I could wrap my arm behind me and around his neck but being cradled like this is a fabulous second option as he holds my entire body suspended against his.

He’s making these grunts in my ear, his breathing rough as his heart thunders against my back and I know he’s getting close too.

I’m going to cum again and it’s a race to see which one of us will be first.

“Mason,” I beg, calling his name. “Oh God. Mason,” I’m gasping with pleasure, my eyes tightly squeezed shut.

He knows I’m close again and two more fingers press to my sensitive clit, making me orgasm for a second time as I scream his name.

That’s all he can take, and he roars into my neck as he cums.

I wilt against him, the warm water, the oil, and the multiple orgasms sapping me of all my energy.

We sit there for a few minutes, slowly floating down, as he peppers kisses over my skin. Finally, he lifts me from the bath, wrapping me in a fluffy towel.

I turn to him, placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. “I love you.”

He pulls me close. “I love you too, sweetheart. Now and forever.”

“Let’s go to bed.”

He puts the sling back on my arm before we settle into his bed, my body cocooned against his.

I sigh out my contentment knowing this is going to be how I sleep for the rest of my life.

How did I manage it? I fell in love with Mason and by some miracle of fate, he loves me back.