Page 22 of The Spare (The King Dynasty #2)

I give her a second, watching the razor slice through the white gel. For a second, there's nothing but the razor across the roughness of the hairs on my jaw, and the sound of a soft snore coming through the speaker. "Melody, wake up," I say sharply.

"Huh?" she says.

"I said Happy Birthday, sweetheart. You're finally twenty-years old now. How do you feel?"

"Mason?" she says, sounding confused.

I recoil my head, sliding my eyes towards the monitor seeing she's sat up in bed and is rubbing her eyes. Displeasure fills me in swathes. However, it dissipates quickly when she slides off her pink bonnet and her hair spills out in a mass of curls.

Fuck, she's so gorgeous.

"I'm sorry, who else calls you sweetheart?" I pause with the razor against my cheek, watching her carefully .

She slides a hand down her hair, caressing her collarbone before smoothing her hand over her breasts in a self-soothing motion. Something she does every morning after she wakes up.

Every fucking day I watch her touch herself like this.

"No one," she giggles. Sitting back in bed, she tucks a hand between her legs and rolls onto her side.

"They better not." I breathe quietly, but I know she heard me. I resume shaving. Seeing she's dragging the covers up her body, I clear my throat hard. "No, don't lay back down. Get up."

Melody groans into the phone. "But I don't want to." She sits back up in bed anyways, rubbing a hand down her face. "I want to sleep."

"You're there on a track scholarship, Mel. Don't slack off. Besides, you're going to have to get used to operating on less sleep, anyways."

I pause, immediately going silent at what I just let slip. On top of all the other slip ups that's happened lately.

"What? Why?" Of course she'd catch my fuck up.

Because I'm going to be getting you up earlier than five to start my mornings off fucking you , I think.

"Nothing. I, uh, just figured you might be training harder when you start competing.

" I clear my throat gently. "Go ahead and get your workout gear on while you're on the phone with me.

We can't be having too many of these late night escapades if you're not going to answer my phone call to get you up. "

Melody rolls her eyes. "Yeah," she sighs, "it was probably a bad idea to stay out half the night."

She gets up out of bed and walks over to her dresser, looking delectable.

"Well, I don't think so," I say with a smile. "I had a great time."

"How's your hand?" she asks, but I'm too riveted by the sight on my screen to reply .

Her nipples poke out long and thick through her top, and I go still with the razor at my throat so I don't cut myself when my throat bobs hard with a swallow.

My neglected cock twitches, the tip dripping with a string of pre-come, and my mouth goes completely dry at the sight of her skimpy shorts and a tinier crop top than what she wore last night.

Holy fuuucck.

It's like a treat. The other day I got to see her touch herself, crying out while she orgasmed so hard her toes curled. Last night I got to feel her hips in my hands, and today she's braless. The creamy skin of her breasts peek out from the hem as she stretches her arms above her head.

I jacked off twice last night to the memory of the way her face looked when she orgasmed.

I want to right now just thinking about it again.

Her eyebrows scrunched together, her breasts heaving as her mouth fell open.

Panting short, fast breaths she tensed up, looking down at her hand while she rubbed her pussy hard and fast over her clothes.

She rubbed and rubbed. So long that I got my cock out and joined her.

My body tightens even harder as I remember the feel of me pleasuring myself at the sight of her orgasming.

Pre-ejaculate spurt all over while I roughly jerked with one hand, using the palm of my other hand to rub circles into the tip of my cock.

Melody jerked hard, looking like she stopped breathing before tilting her head back, licking her tongue along her top lip before hanging there for half a second.

Her belly trembled, and she collapsed on the bed, drawing her knees back and then rocking side to side while a wet stain slowly spread across the fabric between her legs.

I came so hard I swear I almost died.

"Mason? Are you still there?"

Her voice jolts me back to reality. "Yes.

" I place the razor down and lean my palms on the vanity, forcing myself to not stare at the monitor and take a deep breath.

"Of course my hand's okay." When I feel like I've got a grip, I resume shaving and chance a peek at her.

I tilt my head, eying her through the monitor.

Melody pauses. "You know, I still think you're an asshole for not letting me have a drink last night." She sounds mildly annoyed, which puts a grin on my face as I make the last pass over my jawline.

"Trust me when I say I am so very unbothered."

Finished, I swish the razor under the water and put it to the side, grabbing a towel and wetting it. I wipe my face clean of the little spots of gel and squirt some soothing cream into my hands, smoothing it over my jaw and cheeks.

"'Fuck you," she whispers, making me smile because I think I'm the only one in the family who's heard her cuss like this.

"Good girl. Show some of that temper, birthday girl. You deserve it."

I run a comb and some product through my hair until it's perfect then give myself a glance over in the mirror. My eyes lower to my aching cock. I grab it and give it a little tug, my breath hitches, but I won't pleasure myself right now.

That'll come later.

Turning away from the monitor as she's gone now, I pad back into my bedroom where I grab my phone, switch the call over to it, and look over my stocks. And hers.

I smile at the numbers. "Mel, I'm happy to tell you your stock is doing well."

I bring my phone into the closet and get ready for the day. There's something about the both of us dressing at the same time that feels so intimate. I soak it up with a deep appreciation, not having had that many of these moments .

"It is?" A door shuts on her end, informing me she's in the dorm bathroom.

"Yeah, it's up a few percent. I mean it's not a ton, so don't go all crazy with excitement or nothing, but it's a bit more than it was." I spray cologne on and take a second to pick out my cufflinks. I settle on the ones that say "M," for Melody, though people only assume it's for Mason.

They'd be wrong.

"So that's good, right?" She huffs as the sound of a whisper of fabric whooshes over the phone, letting me know she's taking off her shirt.

"If you consider being a few grand richer good, then yes.

" An amused smile tugs my lips as I pull on my briefs, then my pants.

"So, are you excited about tonight?" The door closes softly again, and I hear her beginning to walk rather briskly through the hallway.

"I hope you are, since we had fun last night. "

"I actually am."

"Can I pick you up from school?" I sit on the bench and begin to pull on my socks and shoes. My heart beats a little faster as I force myself to wait for her answer, tying the laces and exercise what so far has been hard won discipline over my patience.

"You want to pick me up? That's going out of your way, isn't it?"

I frown, tugging on my shirt and buttoning it up quickly, attaching the cufflinks and tucking in my shirt. A door bangs, and I hear her huffing as she does her warm up routine before her running. "Only thirty minutes. I don't mind."

There's silence for a very long stretch of time as she makes me listen to her warm up without answering me. My neglected cock hardens more, and I seriously wonder how gentle I'm going to be able to be when the time comes for us.

I've waited too long .

I can't wait for her to finish school. It's selfish, but I won't.

It's been three years since I told Hendrix I would, but it was a very obvious lie. In just a month she's going to be moving to her own apartment, so she thinks.

I walk into the kitchen and sit at the breakfast table where my chef has a bowl of oatmeal already waiting for me. It sits steaming, topped with brown sugar, diced green apples, and a small bit of butter. A coffee cup sits to the side, along with a men's multivitamin.

I give a nod of thanks and sit. Setting my phone down on the table, I take advantage of her silence and begin to eat silently.

Eventually Melody goes to speak, but I interrupt her before she can get a word in. She waited too long to give me her answer. "I'll be there at five-thirty sharp to pick you up. Meet me in front of the campus library."

Twelve hours seems so far away, but it hasn't been near as long as these last three and a half years have been, I'll tell you that.

Three years of celibacy. Three years of turning down every woman who's approached me. Three years of having a carrot dangled in front of me that I can't have. Well, enough is enough. Melody won't be moving into an apartment at the end of the month.

No, she'll be coming with me. Where she belongs.

"I might be late. It takes me a little while to do my makeup and stuff," she huffs, beginning to run.

I contemplate her reservation and shyness for a moment. Knowing that's why she's late everywhere. She obsessively makes sure she's perfect before she's seen anywhere, always scared of paling in her sister's shadow.

Her feet hit the pavement, and I hear her work to control her breathing. A muscle in my jaw twitches because she sounds like she's being fucked, and I really want to be the reason why she sounds like that. I grunt, swallowing the last of my oatmeal.

"No, you'll be on time. There's no reason to be late. Your last class ends at four; you don't need to spend an hour smearing shit on your face. You don't need it anyways. I want you outside the library at five-thirty, Melody."

"I want you outside the library at five-thirty, Melody," s he mocks me lightly. "Fuck, you're so uptight sometimes. Loosen up."

"Don't piss me off," I say quietly, frowning, quickly realizing I'm not in the mood for that today, as does she.

My patience is literally hanging on by a thread, and I'm so on edge that I don't think I can tolerate any teasing today like I normally can with her. The silence swells between us, and her footsteps slow just slightly making me feel like an ass at how sternly I just put her in her place.

"Sorry, that was childish of me," she says.

"Well, we're done with that," I say smoothly, getting up from my seat and grabbing my phone, heading towards the elevator of my penthouse.

"What?" she huffs.

"Nevermind. I'll be there at five-thirty sharp."

I hang up the phone and make my way to my area of the parking garage, sliding into a sleek Mercedes and taking off to the office.