Page 46 of The Spare (The King Dynasty #2)

Chapter twenty-seven

Open Up

T he next morning Mason's got me folded double in the center of the bed, going out of my mind with pleasure.

"Look at it," he rasps, his usually elegant voice is strained and hoarse from calling my name and growling his pleasure for hours on end.

I give him a tiny head shake. "N-No, Mason," I plead in a small voice, feeling my heart begin to pound heavily in my chest.

He makes a low, deep sound in his throat, wrapping his hand around the base of my neck and tilts my head down.

I shiver at the sight of his cock only three fourths of the way inside me.

My lips stretched impossibly wide. He fucked me so good yesterday that I'm swollen, and he's having a hard time getting all the way in.

"I keep warning you and warning you not to challenge me, and you just won't. Fucking. Listen." He exhales a breath as his abs tighten, and he slides those last three inches deep inside of me mercilessly. Splitting me wide.

I screech, clenching my ass as I try to recoil from him, but he's got me pinned to the mattress with his big body and there's no where to go.

His hips press into mine heavily, and he pulls out, the piercings rubbing against my sensitive flesh as he pulls out almost to the tip and slings his hips forward in a harsh tempo, making me watch the entire time.

It doesn't take long. My face pinches up, and I cry out as I'm attacked from every angle by pleasure so intense I see stars.

We struggle against each other as I orgasm.

My pussy spasms as heat explodes throughout my body, and he grunts as I come all over him like a waterfall.

My juices slick everywhere, wetting us both.

Satisfied, he lets my head go, and I fall back to the pillow, shuddering and moaning as I'm just so tired.

He's barely let me sleep. We've barely eaten.

He brought me to Italy to fuck me to death, and we've got twelve more days of this to go.

"That's not f-fair," I whimper, wiggling my hips side to side as he keeps himself pressed inside of me.

"What's not fair about it?" he says in a low voice.

"You said I couldn't get all of me inside of you, so I merely showed you just how wrong you were.

" His eyes rise to mine, which are watering.

I haven't been dressed since he took my clothes off when we got here yesterday.

"When I tell you that you're going to take all of my dick, Melody, I don't mean half of it or a third of it; I mean all of it. "

He rolls his hips against mine, and I shake my head, whimpering as he begins to fuck me, nice and slow. His pace letting me know we're going to be at this for a while, despite him pretty much being inside me for the last twenty-four hours.

He fists his hands into the mattress on either side of my head and holds himself up, his muscles bunching impressively as he circles his hips and thrusts leisurely.

"You're not tired?" I ask breathlessly, letting my knees drop open and relaxing into the feel of him fucking me.

He tilts his head, giving me a slow smile. "No, baby. And neither are you. And you want to know why?"

I nod.

He bends, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "Because you're whatever I want you to be," he purrs.

Three hours later we're basking in our private cabana, poolside, watching the other residents milling about in their swimsuits. I can't help staring, because there's a lot of people walking around in the nude.

I wanted to try, but Mason didn't let me.

I've been teasing him mercilessly about how tender his dick must feel, because I know I'm little miss throbbing city over here.

"You know," I say, tucking my arm behind my head and pull a leg up.

"Like the time you were nailing that board and smashed your thumb and couldn't use it for like three weeks.

" I giggle, relaxing in the pool with Mason while we eat our gelato.

Beyond the pool, the ocean is beautiful. The sky is clear.

The people walking around are gorgeous.

He quietly clears his throat before he grins, and I wish he didn't have his sunglasses on so I could see the mischievous look in his eyes.

A group of three women roughly my age walk by, and they openly eye Mason who's scooping out a spoonful of gelato without a care in the world, not even noticing them, completely focused on our conversation.

"So what are you trying to say?" he asks in a snarky voice, making me snort on another giggle.

"I'm saying your dick doesn't feel like how I'm guessing your thumb felt?"

He chuckles, and the girls slow in their steps, one even looking over her sunglasses at him.

"Girlie, your legs are amazing!" The one in the back says, staring at me rather stunned. "What's your workout routine like?"

Mason turns his head to look at them, but then immediately turns back to his gelato, taking a bite.

"Oh thanks," I smile shyly. "I run like, ten miles a day-"

"You have to find you a man to wrap your legs around, and that'll give you a great start-" Mason talks at the same time I do, his voice laced with amusement, holding up an arm when I gasp and throw my balled up napkin at him. One of the girl's jaw drops.

"Mason!" I whisper yell. "Ge t-don't listen to him," I say in an exasperated voice, raising my brows and shooting him a “will you shut up” look when the girls giggle before moving on.

He just grins and puts another bite in his mouth, chuckling to himself.

"I can't believe you!" I say before peeking around .

That's when I realize Mason and I are actually garnering a lot of attention.

"Mason," I hiss, tugging on his hand. He takes off his sunglasses and rolls to his back, putting his head on my thigh. "Mason, there's a lot of people looking at us!"

"So? We look good, and we work damn hard for it. As long as they're not trying to touch you, let them look," he says wryly. I eat another bite of the gelato and then absentmindedly play with his hair. "We're leaving soon."

I frown, tilting my head down to look at him.

"But we just got here like an hour ago. We haven't even swam.

Why do we have to leave so soon?" I twist my lips as he tilts his head up to look at me, giving me a “really?” look that makes me roll my eyes.

"Mason, we have to spend a little time out of the palace. "

"And this is a little bit of time." He turns his face to kiss the inside of my leg, just inches from my pussy, and I can feel myself heat up from more than the Mediterranean sun.

"So, what's with the tattoo?" I ask, motioning to my name etched in his lower stomach. "When did you get it?"

"The day after your eighteenth birthday."

My brows rise. "And I never knew."

He smiles, I'm sure feeling very clever. "Nope."

"What else didn't I know? Were you fucking anyone?"

He smiles. "The last time I fucked anyone other than you was three days before I met you."

"How much did you spend paying my boyfriends to go away? And where did they go?"

He grins. "Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars per guy-" I gasp, outraged, "and where they went?" He shrugs a shoulder and gets an amused look on his face. "Who knows. As long as they didn't go inside of you, they could have fallen off the face of the earth for all I cared."

I scoff, scrunching up my nose. "Selfish. Anything else I don't know?" He suddenly goes quiet and I put down my cup of gelato, turning a bit. "Mason?"

"Enough questions. My turn." He turns to look at me. "When did you know you loved me?"

It hits me in my feels, and I flop back down on a huff of breath. "When I saw you leave your dad's office one day. You guys had gotten into an argument and I'd followed you out. Remember? When we all had just gotten back from doing the charity house build?"

He nods. "Hmhm."

Slowly over the last five days of us officially being together little things have come out along the way, like the tattoo, how we'd wanted each other for a while, Hendrix knowing, Mason fighting for me to have a semblance of a life but… now we're able to get to the really good stuff.

"I gave you a hug, and it was the way you put your arms around me…

I think. Because for so long you'd always been there for me, but up until that point I hadn't been there for you in the same way.

I felt like I contributed to our relationship, and that you'd needed me just as much as I needed you.

And from there… I spiraled slowly I think… "

He gets a little grin on his face, but he remains quiet for a minute. "The day I met you I went and talked to my Uncle about getting the loan for my business. And then I went and bought the cufflinks that you see me wear all the time."

"The M initials?" I whisper. My heart beats fast and my brows scrunch together. Can't be .

Just about every time I saw him, he had them on. My mind races, at how every time we were together, he'd been pining for me just as much as I did him.

"Yep. Everyone thought M was for Mason, but-" he turns his face to me and then reaches out a hand and trails his fingertips across my brow and then down my cheek. "But the M was really for my butterfly."

Oh wow.

His words hit me right in the heart. I blink past the tears in my eyes and nibble my bottom lip.

"I love you, Melody," he says softly, his eyes boring deep into mine.

"I love you, too, Mase," I choke out, leaning forward to take his lips in a soft kiss.

We don't even make it into the pool; he packs us up and then we go back to the bed that we barely leave for the rest of the trip.