49. Epilogue

Epilogue

Cameron

Two weeks later…

Recently, Sebastian tried to get under my skin by telling me that most husbands cheated on their wives during pregnancy. I didn’t ask for his sources, mostly because I didn’t care. What was he trying to do, convince me to take a lover? As if I had time for an affair—I had enough partners as it was.

He’d just been a total shithead recently. It was like something was forcing him to be social, and he wasn’t happy about it. His behavior only worsened when Mason asked Lucian to come to one of her doctor’s appointments. But I tried not to pay him any attention. Things were just better that way. Instead of being upset that he thought I might cheat on Mason, I was just happy with the idea that Mason was my wife in his stupid little metaphor.

Even if I wasn’t keen on the idea of marriage, and Lucian was very vocal about how that would be his title, the idea of her being mine was beautiful.

Especially since we were past the thirty-one-week curse Dale had imposed on me. I was just over seven weeks away from holding my little girl, and I couldn’t wait. But I pushed those thoughts from my mind. Right now, the kids were at Sophia’s moms’, and Lucian and Soph were out on a date. Luce was a little nervous about being away from Mason for the first time since her dad’s passing, but she was the one who urged him to go. Surprisingly, he listened. That left just me and Mason in the house… Well, Seb was home, but I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen him actually talk to Mason. But, again, that wasn’t my problem.

Tonight, Mason was all mine. That’s what mattered.

I found her sitting on the couch, completely engrossed in a book. The front cover looked like a collage of shirtless men, and instantly, I knew this would be a fun night. I tried to act casual as I tossed myself onto the opposite end of the couch. The motion drew her attention, resulting in a side-eyed glance and a smirk.

“Can I help you?” she asked with a laugh.

I was really worried about how her dad’s death would affect her. Things were rough for the first few days, but after the first week, she was mostly fine. She made a lot of jokes about being an orphan, but I did my best to ignore them. If humor was how she chose to cope, I could deal with that.

“Whatcha readin’, sweetpea?”

Mason’s cheeks went red, and she quickly dog-eared the page before putting the book down. Her pupils dilated for a beat as she looked at me, lips parted enough for me to see her teeth.

This was a girl I had wrapped in Christmas lights and used like she was nothing more than a toy. What on earth could she be reading that had her so quiet?

I reached over her, only for Mason to squeak and pull the book to her chest.

“This is mine, thank you.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Well, now I have to know.”

As she shook her head, her hair swished back and forth. She had cut it to her chin after the whole incident in Sophia’s bathroom. Although short hair suited Mason, it also made her look younger, making me feel even more like a dirty old man corrupting a pure young soul.

“If I guess, will ya tell me?”

Her tongue darted across her lower lip as she refused to break eye contact with me. After a moment of consideration, she shook her head again, this time slower.

I looked down at the overly muscular, tattoo-covered men, then back to Mason.

“Is it something you’d want me to do to you?”

The flush on Mason’s face deepened, and she choked.

“Can we just do wax?”

Whatever was in her book wasn’t wax, I knew that for damn sure. Even though I was dying to know what kink had Mason this hot under the collar, I could settle.

“You’re into wax?” I asked, trying to pretend I hadn’t looked into that video of hers.

Her nose scrunched slightly. “It depends—I tried it with Seb like a month ago.”

“ He’s into wax?“ I raised my eyebrows, and she nodded. “Is he any good with it?”

She shot me an askance glance and focused her attention on the floor.

“For a virgin… he was fine,” she admitted.

Her comment almost made me burst out laughing. My chest shuddered, and I hid it with a cough. Of course a creep like Sebastian was boring in bed.

“Are you good at it?” she asked.

I pressed my lips into a thin line before nodding. “I know my way around a lot of kinks… wax is just one of them.”

She seemed to perk up at the idea as she sat the book on the back of the couch.

“Can you show me?”

“Darlin’, I’ll do more than show you.” I leaned in close enough for my lips to graze her ear. “I’ll leave you beggin’ for more.”

That’s all it took to get Mason into the bathroom while I grabbed a few essentials—body oil, an ice pack, a knife, and, of course, the candle and a lighter.

By the time I got back to her, she’d stripped naked and lit a few candles of her own. Their flickering glow was the only light in the bathroom. She rested on the edge of the tub as she watched me, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

“You been waitin’ for me?” I asked as I set my tools near the sink.

“Less waiting, more…preparing.”

Her gaze darted to my pile of toys as I grabbed the oil.

“What’s that for?”

“Gonna oil you up a bit. It protects your skin and makes cleaning up a little easier… Didn’t Seb do this?”

I poured a generous amount into my hand before putting the bottle on the edge of the tub. Once I had enough, I started to massage it into her skin, starting with her breasts. They were warm and heavy, and Mason had been complaining about them hurting. It would have been rude if I didn’t at least try to make them feel better. Mason tipped her head back as her breathing shallowed.

“Seb didn’t— ah .”

I cut her off by drawing her nipple into my mouth and sucking softly, flicking the small bud with my tongue. My hands pressed against her back—half to support her, half so she couldn’t wiggle away. The body oil I used tasted like artificial strawberries, and while it wasn’t the most pleasant, I could deal with it if it meant hearing Mason moan.

Her breaths turned to whimpers as she worked a hand into my hair, pulling it as she wriggled against me. After a moment, I released her with a satisfying pop. Her chest was heaving when I looked up.

“I was talking,” she panted.

I buried my face into her chest as I laughed. It was cute seeing her mad.

“Sorry, sweetpea.” I resumed my exploration, moving down to her bump. “You look so good, I couldn’t resist… Anyway he should have oiled you up. If nothing else, it’s great foreplay.”

Plus, it was a hell of an excuse to feel up my pretty girl, and fuck did I like the way she felt. She was noticeably softer now than when she moved to the States; her hips were a little wider, her breasts were fuller, and she was doing such a good job growing our girl. I took my time, tracing small circles on her skin as my touch dipped lower.

Every part of me wanted to worship Mason like the goddess she was. My cheek rested on her thigh, and the heat from her pussy radiated into me. She was so wet that she glistened in the low lighting.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured into her skin, and she jerked. “I’m gonna help you onto your knees. I want to see how you look on the floor.”

She nodded and extended a hand upward. I took it in mine before guiding her into a kneeling position. Once she was settled, shadows flickering across her soft features, I grabbed the candle. It was paraffin wax, which could have been dangerous if I’d been inexperienced.

Luckily, I wasn’t.

Using the flame from a nearby candle, I lit mine. Once it was ready, I held it up, tilting it back and forth until the wax pooled around the tip. I held my wrist upside down, allowing a large drop of red wax to fall onto me. I groaned as a rush of heat spread through my body. Slowly, I lowered myself to her level and placed my hand above her heart. Her pulse radiated into my palm as I tipped the cylinder forward to coat us both in the wax. A few drops spilled between the spaces in my fingers, fusing us together. The very idea drove me wild, and I groaned.

“This is how it should feel,” I breathed as the wax slowly hardened. If I had the ice pack, I could speed up the process, but why rush? “Warm… Sensual… Safe. And if it gets too hot, you’re going to tell me immediately.”

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Good girl,” I growled.

I waited for the wax to fully cool before I pulled us apart, enjoying the cracking sound it made as I freed myself.

I looked at the knife on the counter, and was half tempted to use the dull side to remove the wax from my hand. But, if I did that, it would pull her from the moment, so I decided that I could wait.

I tipped the candle forward, letting the wax pool near her collarbone before rolling down her chest. Mason gasped at first before the sound quieted to heavy breathing. I followed the droplets as they trickled across her porcelain skin, decorating her with dark red pearls of wax. Most of them gathered around her breasts, but I was careful to keep the heat away from her nipples. I knew they were sensitive, and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt Mason.

When I decided she’d had enough, I blew the candle out and placed it on the counter. Then, I reached for the knife. Her eyes went wide, her expression reading somewhere between curious and terrified.

“This ain’t for anything bad,” I assured her before holding up my waxy hand.

I then demonstrated how to remove the wax, dragging the cool, dull steel across my knuckles to clean them. I shivered at the contrast in temperature before anticipation set in.

“Do you trust me?” I rasped.

“With everything.”

Her answer filled my chest with pride. I leaned in to kiss the cooled wax on her chest before trailing up her neck. The second I found a soft patch of skin, I nipped at her. Mason groaned and wriggled in place.

I was struggling to breathe when I pulled away. Slowly, gently, I began chipping the wax off her. Each time the cool metal hit her skin, she whimpered and jerked. A subtle flush was creeping up her skin. Right now, her chest was rosy, and a pleasant haze hung in her eyes.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you liked the knife.”

Her eyes widened, and she nodded. That surprised me a little, but I tried not to show it.

“C-can you fuck me with the handle?”

That was a new one… but I wasn’t opposed. I slowly pushed Mason onto her back. The tiles had left red lines on her knees, and I softly traced them with the tip of my finger.

“I ain’t done this before, so if somethin’ feels weird, you better tell me.”

She eagerly nodded before parting her knees, leaving her needy cunt on full display. I wanted nothing more than to sink so far into Mason that I touched her cervix, but she asked for this. I sheathed the knife so that the blade couldn’t hurt her. Slowly, I rubbed the nub of the black metal handle against her clit. This knife was for sexual purposes only; it was always kept clean, and it damn sure wouldn’t end up in the silverware drawer.

Mason arched her hips against the knife, choking on her breath as I went a little faster. Her knees started to shake, and I pushed a little harder. Mason’s breaths came in shallow gasps.

“F-fuck.” She gulped.

Her body went tense as she came so hard it got my hand wet. When she returned to Earth from her orgasmic ecstasy, she was shaking and red. I had a feeling I just learned one of the many kinks Mason Albright kept hidden from the light of day.

After about an hour of fun, I decided it was time to clean up. After one quick shower and a lot of lotion, Mason told me she was hungry and wanted pizza. Seeing as she was feeding my baby, I figured it was only polite for me to provide. I told her to relax and finish her book; I’d be back before she even knew I was gone.

Still, I was rooted in place as soon as I hit the porch, smiling at the sky, thanking the stars for putting Mason in my path. Ever since she came into my life, things had been better than I ever could have dreamed.

But I should have known better than to count my chickens before they hatched.

Headlights cut through the darkness, causing me to squint as I placed a hand on my brow. Who the hell could be out here this late?

Sebastian’s SUV was parked beside my truck, and Lucian and Sophia were supposed to stay at a hotel tonight. Maybe someone was lost.

I shoved my hands in my pockets as I jogged to the edge of the property, hoping to give directions to whoever it was. A large black truck came into view, but the windows were tinted so dark that I couldn’t see who was in the driver’s seat... Until the window rolled down, and I came face-to-face with a man I never wanted to see again.

In our time apart, his chestnut brown hair had grayed, and wrinkles had formed near his eyes and in the corner of his mouth. The giant smile on his face didn’t do much to put me at ease.

My mind raced as memories flooded back, snapshots of the darkness I had once escaped. All of a sudden, I was no longer a grown man. I was the same scared teenager that this crooked man “ adopted ” all those years ago.

“Hello, son.”

His drawl was thicker than burnt sugar, and just as bitter. All the blood in my body rushed to my ears as I struggled to breathe.

The devil was in Hartwood, and his name was Reverend Dale Cole.

To be continued…