Page 60 of The Spare (The King Dynasty #2)

Chapter thirty-six

A Different Path

T wo nights later I sit up in the middle of the night, out of a dead sleep, with my heart pounding for some reason.

My chest tightens, as does my cock at the scent of Melody's pussy on the air, hearing a needy whimper disturb the pristine quiet of our bedroom as her need ignites my own. I stay quiet, listening to the lewd wet sounds of her playing with herself .

She's been so mortified over what happened at her mom's that she hasn't let me touch her. It was all I could do to get her to sleep in the same bed with me.

Turning my head, I feel the sheet moving as her hand moves up and down between her legs as she works to finger herself.

Her knees are bent back under the covers, and I make out the motion of her hand rolling her nipple.

She goes back and forth between the two, and they're currently poking against the sheet.

"Climb on top of me," I say. She sucks in a sharp breath and goes still, but her panting betrays what she was doing. "Yeah, you're caught." My cock tightens so hard it aches, forming its own heartbeat. "I said, get. The. Fuck. On. Top. Of. Me."

She moves fast, rolling over and straddling me clumsily.

Desperate, I rip the sheet from between us and snatch up her hand, inspecting it. Three of her fingers are soaking wet. I suck them into my mouth, grip her hips hard with my hands, and then snatch her up ‘til she's hovering over me.

I tighten my teeth on her fingers the second I slam her down all the way onto my dick.

Fucckkk, she's so wet and tight.

Staring up at her through the darkness I growl through her fingers, lifting her up and slapping her back down again repeatedly.

She throws back her head on a silent scream, her free hand clawing into my chest, but I fuck her harder, digging the soles of my feet into the mattress, jerking my hips up and mercilessly fucking her through it.

I let go of her fingers and rear forward, latching onto her right nipple and tugging with my teeth.

"No," she whimpers. "No, Mason, no!"

I suck harder, rolling us so she's on her back, and then bend her legs back until her knees are pressed against the mattress and her hips elevate off the bed, fucking her so deep I'm bouncing off the back of her pussy.

Her brows furrow, her mouth drops open, and her gaze lowers to where we're joined.

"Uhnn!" she whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut and then trying to recoil her hips.

I snatch her back with a displeased grunt and circle nice and slow, until I see her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she stops breathing.

"That's the spot, huh?" I whisper, tilting my hips and pressing hard.

"And after you tried so hard to keep me from it.

" She clenches her jaw, and her legs try to jerk straight, but I keep them hooked in the bend of my elbow, fighting her body's resistance.

Melody gasps, seizing up as I massage it over and over again.

"Jesusss, the sucking sounds of your pussy drive me crazy. "

My back begins to burn. Sweat slicks across my skin. But I keep on, letting myself go crazy with the joy of pleasuring us both.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god," she whimpers.

"Hm, baby?" I taunt, leaning down into her ear. "Open that pretty mouth and tell me what's the matter."

I flip her to her front, drag her hips up, and on my next thrust I circle my hips nice and deep. She lowers her head to scream into the pillow, but I grab her by her hair and yank her head back. Pounding into her.

Wet slaps echo throughout our room to join the sound of her disjointed screaming as I work our bodies together, keeping her bent in a deep arch.

I spread my knees, shoving her legs apart further, and the screaming stops as her body flinches in shock as I get in even deeper. Her fingers claw into the bedsheet so hard her knuckles turn white, and her knees spread even further for me.

"Tell me!" I shout .

"It feels good-" she gasps raggedly. "Mason, it feels- it feels…"

I grunt, smacking hard into her body over and over. "It feels like I'm hittin' that spot you don't want, doesn't it?"

She moans.

"Doesn't it?"

"Yesss," she wails.

I chuckle. "God, baby. I so enjoy fucking you. I don't know why you'd deny me this. Because you're shy?" I tut, fucking her even faster. "I thought I proved the other day that I'll fuck the shyness out of you. Did I not do a good enough job?"

Though I need her approval, she doesn't answer, so I slap her ass hard, the sound echoing. "Answer me."

"You did! You did, Mason."

I pull out of her before she can come again, toss her onto her back, and step off the bed, dragging her to the edge until her head hangs off.

She's panting and has tears in her eyes, but she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue.

I slap it with my cock once before putting it into her mouth and pressing deeper.

Letting go of my shaft, I palm her breasts and roll her nipples between my fingers, tugging. When I get to the ring of her throat I pause. A tingle wraps around my balls, shooting up my spine and down to the tip of my cock.

"Fuucccck," I groan.

Rolling her nipples, I see her abdomen quiver, her legs bend back and I lean forward, letting one of her nipples go to slip my fingers through the lips of her pussy as she takes me down her throat.

"You're so pretty, baby," I praise her, pulling my hips back and then thrusting back in gently.

I part her warm, wet flesh, seeing her clit protruding.

I flick it, and she stiffens up, her mouth suctioning even tighter around me.

"It's swollen." I flick it repeatedly until she squirts against my fingers and her juices coat her inner thighs.

"Very sensitive." I bend, sealing my mouth to her clit, groaning as her taste floods my tongue and ignoring her when she jerks hard against me.

I scrape it gently through my teeth, nibbling as I pull my cock all the way out of her mouth as she bucks hard against me.

"Mason," she sobs with her orgasm, jerking her hips against me. I give her a sharp slap to the back of her thigh and suck even harder, not letting her have any reprieve. "No!" she gasps. "No, wait! Mason, I can't t-take anymore-"

She screams as I turn her back around, haul her hips off the mattress, and slam back into her. Her lips tremble, and her eyes are wet with tears of pleasure.

"Seems like to me you're taking it just fine, Melody," I say in a rough voice.

And she does.

She takes it very well over the next hour, in fact.

***

A week later, I fall to my back on the bed, sweaty, with my chest heaving. I wouldn't fuck her hard tonight; her pussy's been too tender.

"I'm quitting college."

Turning my head, I glance at her with my brow arched. "Oh yeah?"

Melody nods. "Yeah."

I wait for her to elaborate, but she just stares at the bedroom ceiling, contemplating. I move my arm, finding her fingers and gripping them. Giving her patience so she can work it out for herself.

"I know that the plan was for me to go back next session," she says hesitantly, "but…"

I roam her face, seeing she's uncomfortable and hesitant. "But?" I ask softly .

"But I don't think school is working for me."

Her voice is small, and I can tell she's scared to share this with me so I tread lightly, letting her know I'm with her no matter what.

"I get that," I say. "It's not for everyone." Turning on my side, I prop myself up on an elbow and rub my hand down her arm. "I'm okay with whatever you want to do, love. If you need time to figure out what you're passionate about, that's fine. It's not like we're hurting for money."

She turns her head to look at me, with a wary expression on her face. "I don't wanna…" she trails off, her cheeks tinge pink.

"Want to what?" I enquire softly, now rubbing my hand down her hair.

She turns to me, propping up on her elbow so we're almost even. "I don't want to freeload off you."

I chuckle and move a couple inches closer. "Baby, I hate to break it to you, but," I arch a cheeky brow, lowering my voice to a whisper, "we're rich. If you want to freeload off me, you can. And you're my wife. You're allowed to." I give her a bright smile. "Actually, I encourage it."

She rolls her eyes at me. "Oh, come on."

I laugh. "I'm serious. I'm man enough to admit that it turns me on when you spend my money. That's what's got me through the last four years, knowing I was providing for you, even if you didn't know it."

She bites her lip, bringing her gaze back to me. "So all this time it really was you, huh?"

I nod. "Sí. That was the stipulation Hendrix and I agreed on."

"It seems kinda unfair, don't you think?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well," her eyes flick to my lips then back to mine. "You had to wait, and you had to pay a bunch of money for my upkeep. "

I smile, leaning forward and giving her a soft, slow kiss. "And every time I got that monthly bank statement, it was like Christmas morning while getting to riffle through and see what you treated yourself to that month." I pull back. "Lots of drug store purchases, though."

She blushes. "Well, a girl gets her period every month."

I nod. "Hmm."

"Mason," she draws a fingertip down my chest, biting her lip nervously. "Can I ask you something?"

I grin at her, relaxing into the bed and enjoying just being with her. "You can ask me anything."

Her eyes flick to mine and then narrow slightly. "What do you be getting up to?"

"When?" I frown, my mind immediately rolling through what I do during the day.

She blinks. "When you take those late night phone calls."

My heart rate picks up, not expecting her to ask that. I clear my throat and capture her hand with mine, bringing her fingers up to kiss them one by one. "Just work stuff, honey."

"At night, though?" She arches a brow.

Oh God. Here we go.

Laying on my back, I scrub a hand across my jaw before sitting up and draping my arm over my knee, looking down at her. "I'm involved in…"

I sigh, squeezing my eyes shut before averting my face.

"Yes?"

"I'm the financial advisor to the man who helped get Isobel back," I answer, bringing my gaze back to her.

Melody's eyes widen. "What?"

I nod. "Yep. That was the price our family had to pay."

I. The price I had to pay .

A little line appears in between her forehead. "The mafia?" she sputters. An incredulous look crosses her face. "You're involved with a criminal organization, Mason?!"

The urgency in her voice gives me pause. Anxiety trickles up my spine and makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. "Well… yes and no."

She sits up now, too, holding the sheet to her breasts. Her dark hair is a mess of waves cascading down her shoulders and arms, but I keep my hands to myself for now because she's looking a bit… wild. And not because I just fucked the shit out of her. She scrunches her face up in clear irritation.

"What the entire fuck do you mean yes and no?"

Wetting my lips I turn a bit to face her head on, keeping my posture as loose and open as possible. "I'm technically not in the mafia, butterfly. I take charge of Luca-"

"Luca?! Oh!" she says in a shrill voice, her eyes going wide. "Oh okay, so we're on first name basis with the fucking mafia, now?"

"Yes, he likes to be called Luca." I continue patiently as if she didn't interrupt me.

"I handle Lucien Scognamiglio’s businesses that aren't wrapped up in the mafia.

There's no money laundering, and everything is completely above board and legal.

I oversee the financial operations and advise him on stocks. That's it, okay? I promise."

I damn near hold my breath as her eyes flicker between mine as that line between her brows never goes away, and I note -with displeasure- that she only recently developed that after she'd got with me.

Melody nibbles her lip. "I don't like it," she whispers.

I avert my gaze, staring at my hand instead. My fingers twitch as if I'm twiddling an imaginary paper clip.

"I know," I say softly. "I don't like it either, to be honest. There's no time limits on my commitment to him.

I have to take his phone calls whenever he calls.

I'm obligated to him, Melody. I'm sorry.

" My eyes turn towards hers. "But this is why I warned you about Karissa, Mel.

A person who I thought was my friend betrayed me and used me to get information on Isobel, and that's why she was kidnapped by her father. And now, this is my penance."

Her eyes widen, and I can see the wheels in her head turning at my admission.

The silence grows between us. Right when I'm sure I'm to be rejected, she reaches a hand out for mine, taking it in a soft grasp. "Our penance." My eyes widen, and she flutters her thumb across my knuckles. "To have and to hold, remember?"

My heart beats wildly in my chest, and an overwhelming need to cry takes over my senses, heightening my vulnerability. But I know it's okay, because Melody and I have always been able to be vulnerable with each other. Good and bad. Pretty and ugly, we're always us.

"You promise?" I rasp.

"I promise."

Tears well up in my eyes as she leans forward and wraps her arms around me.

I'm a little shocked and don't move right away, but when I get my muscles unstuck, I band my arms around her and pull her as tight as I can to me.

We settle back down to our sides, our limbs wound tightly together as we kiss.

Unhurried, as if we have all the time in the world.

"I hope you really love me," she says quietly into my mouth.

I frown, pulling away to look at her. "What do you mean? Of course I do."

"Because I've decided to end my friendship with Karissa… You're right, she's not a healthy friend, and I keep making excuses for her." Her lips tighten. "She's the only friend I have, Mason. "

"Wrong," I say, putting a hand to her cheek. "You've got me, butterfly."

She gives me a tentative smile, and presses her lips to mine. Although I'm feeling alone, too, due to the issues with my family. And she knows it. Right now, we sort of seem like a ship without a sail.

I clench her tighter against me, needing our connection, and kiss her deeper.

Pulling away, she meets my eyes with nothing but warmth, love, and understanding in hers. "We'll find our way, Mase." The reassurance in her tone does a lot to make me feel confident, as does her running a hand through my hair. "As long as we have each other, I think we can do anything."

And you fucking know what? She's damn right.

So goddamn right.