Oblivion (The Watcher Chronicles #3) (13 page)

I lean up and press my lips to Mason’s, my tears making the kiss salty.

“I love you,” I tell him.

“I love you too.”

We lie in each other’s arms for a while longer until hunger for food reminds me I need to eat.

Mason gets out of bed and I watch him as he walks naked over to the entrance of a walk in closet.  He turns the light on in the closet and is out of my sight for a moment.  When he returns, he’s wearing a pair of silky black pajama bottoms and holding something made of white silk in his left hand.

I sigh in utter and complete disappointment.  “And here I thought I would have a naked Mason at my beck and call for the rest of the night.”

Mason smiles.  “I’m fine with that when we’re inside the house, but I thought you might like to eat outside like I had planned to do before you seduced me.”

I sit up in bed and shrug.  “I just knew I didn’t want food then.  Wasn’t it you who said a girl with a healthy appetite usually has a healthy appetite for other things as well?”

“I remember saying something like that.”

“Well, I guess you were right.”

Mason hands me what he has in his hands and I see it’s a silky white night gown with a lacy plunging neckline.

“I bought it for you to wear around the house.  I hope you like it.”

I kneel up on the bed and make my way to the edge of it towards Mason whose eyes are on my body, not my face.  I rest my arms on his shoulders and press my breasts against his chest.

“Didn’t you say something about having good stamina?” I ask, feeling him stir against my legs through his pants.

“I thought you were hungry?” Mason asks, his voice husky.

“After,” I say, kissing the side of his neck.  “I think I need you more than I need food right now.”

Mason tosses the night gown on the floor and neither of us think about clothes or food again for a long, long time.

Eventually, our bodies do require food, especially with all the added calories we’re burning up.  I sit out on the terrace at the table while Mason serves me the meal he prepared.

“It’s a little cold,” he says of the poached salmon and tarragon potatoes.

“I could probably eat it even if it were raw I’m so hungry,” I laugh, fork at the ready.

I look around the terrace and ocean view while I nibble on a piece of potato.

“Whose house is this anyway?”

“Mine.”

I look at Mason.  “Just how many mansions do you own?”

Mason smiles shyly.  “A few.”

“Are we going to make love in all of them?” I ask coyly.

Mason almost chokes on the potato in his mouth.  He clears his throat.

“If you would like to, I’m pretty sure I can arrange that.”

“Hmm,” I say, mulling the idea over in my mind.  “I most definitely think that’s what I want.  Would that allow us to make love on every continent?”

“All except Antarctica.  But I could always arrange something there if you want.”

“No, too cold,” I say, taking a bite of my salmon.

“I feel confident I could find ways to keep you warm,” Mason says suggestively with a roguish grin and the promise of sexual delights in his eyes.

“I’ll get back to you on that,” I tell him, feeling myself blush under his gaze.

“Are you seriously blushing?”  He asks.  “After the things we just did in my bed?”

“I’m still a little new to this you know,” I say in my defense.

“You’re a fast learner,” he replies, smiling appreciatively at me.

“You need to stop smiling at me,” I say.  “I really do need to try and eat.”

Mason turns his smile into a scowl and I laugh.

“You are such a goof,” I tell him, returning my eyes to my plate so I can concentrate on eating as fast as I can without choking.

When we get through with our meal, Mason takes me down to the kitchen with him.  I sit on one of the wooden stools at the large kitchen island while he cleans the dishes.

“So I have a question,” I say.

Mason closes the door on the dishwasher and turns to face me, leaning his back against the counter with his arms folded in front of him.

“Yes?” He asks, looking intrigued to hear what I’m about to ask.

“That text you sent, about the indoors or outdoors, where exactly outdoors did you have in mind?”

A slow smile spreads Mason’s lips.  “And why do you ask?”

I roll my eyes.  “You know why.”

“Maybe,” he hedges.  “But I want you to tell me.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to hear you say it.”

“Why?”

Mason phases over to me, standing beside me.  I turn to face him and he spreads my legs so he can stand in between them.

“Tell me,” he murmurs, leaning down and kissing the side of my neck.

I feel my pulse quicken and a now familiar warmth spreads within the depths of my body.

“Because I want to make love to you in as many different places as we can,” I confess as his lips travel up to that secret spot behind my ear that only he knows exists.

“Now, was that so hard to say?” He whispers in my ear, a tease in his voice.

“No,” I sigh, “not hard at all.”

Mason slides his hands up my thighs scrunching the length of my night gown up to my hips.  He easily lifts me off the stool, placing his hands under my thighs so my legs naturally wrap around his waist.  I place my arms around his neck for balance as he phases us.

The light of the full moon casts a silvery glow against the leaves of the forest we stand in.  The sound of flowing water draws my attention and I turn my head to find a small waterfall behind me.  Mason kneels down on the dewy grass beside the small pool of water in the glade.  He keeps me perched on his thighs so I don’t get wet but I have another idea.

I scramble off his lap and stand up.  When I look back down at him, he looks completely and adorably confused.

“I need to give you something,” I tell him which makes him look even more confused.  “Wait here.”

I walk over to the waterfall and find a small rocky ledge that runs behind it.  Once I’m shielded by the wall of water, I take off my nightgown and stand under the spray until my hair is soaking wet and I feel sure all of my make-up is washed off.  I leave my nightgown where it lay against the rocks and walk out from behind the falls to give Mason his gift.

He’s standing now and watches me with parted lips as I emerge from behind the fall of water completely naked.

As I walk up to him I say, “Is this how you pictured me?”

I hope to remind him about his comment just that afternoon and the night of my fake date with Chandler.  He said then that he wanted to see me completely naked, without make-up and my hair freshly washed.

“No,” he says huskily with a small shake of his head, “I never could have imagined you looking this beautiful.”

He gathers me against him and lays claim to my lips in a searing kiss.  Mason lies on the ground bringing me with him in the circle of his arms positioning me to lie on top of him.  I drink in the sweetness of his lips, unable to get enough and desperately wanting more.  I feel his arousal stir between my legs.  I reach down with one hand to push the top of his silk pajama bottoms down far enough to release him.  Mason groans his pleasure as I wrap my fingers around him and guide him into me.  I soon realize I’m in complete control of how quickly my body envelopes him.  I slowly ease myself down him and feel Mason tremble underneath me as I instinctively begin to move my hips, gliding my body in a steady, smooth dance against him.

Unable to take it anymore, Mason rolls me onto my back and pushes into me so hard and fast I feel as though I might split in two, but I welcome the pleasurable pain.  I arch my back, pushing him even deeper into me until my world explodes into a million glittering pieces. 

I feel Mason slow his movement inside me as I fall back to Earth and begin the slow process of gathering back my senses. 

I open my eyes and see Mason gazing down at me with so much love and tenderness my heart immediately begins to ache.  My heart, my mind, my soul knows there will never be anyone who can make me feel as loved as he does.

He leans down and gently kisses my lips.

“I like watching you lose yourself with me,” he murmurs.  “I like knowing I can shatter your world and help you pick up the pieces afterwards just to shatter them again.”

Mason begins to move faster within me.

“I hope you like your world in pieces, Jess, because I promise to break it quite often tonight,” he groans, gathering me in his arms.

And Mason always keeps his promises… 

When Mason phases us back to his home, we bathe together in his large walk in shower.  He treats me like a fragile doll as he insists on washing my body and shampooing my hair for me.  It’s an intimate act that only lovers share.  Afterwards, he dries me off, dresses me in one of his white V-neck T-shirts, because I left the night gown behind, and tucks me into bed with him.  As I lay in the warm fold of Mason’s arms, I feel my body completely relax against him.  No one has ever made me feel so cherished and completely loved.  It’s a feeling I know the love of my life will always make me feel.

When I wake up the next morning, the back of me is spooned against Mason, I feel one of his hands rub up and down the curve of my hip.  I can feel a certain part of Mason is also awake and pressing firmly against me.

I turn to face him and instantly feel my heart ache at the sight of him, tousled hair and hooded blue eyes.

“Good morning,” I say.

He smiles.  “Good morning.”

I lift the sheet we’re under and look down between us.

“Good morning to you too.”

When I look back up at Mason, his eyes are wide open in shock.

“What?” I say innocently. “He worked hard last night.  He deserves a good morning too.”

Mason buries his face in his pillow and shakes his head, but I feel him begin to chuckle.  When he returns his gaze to me, he looks adorably amused.  He pulls me firmly against him.

“Well in that case, he would like to say good morning to you personally.”

“I have no problem with that,” I say unequivocally.  “But would you mind if I brush my teeth first?”

Mason throws the cover off of both of us and takes my hand as he leads me to the bathroom.  Of course Mason prepared for all my needs and already has a brush and toothpaste for me.  There is a double sink so we can brush our teeth at the same time.    After we brush our teeth, I sit up on top of the marble counter in between the sinks and look over at Mason.

I pop my bare buttock up and down on the counter.  “Seems sturdy enough,” I tell him.  “Is it the right height?”

Mason smiles and walks over to stand in between my legs.  I soon learn it is exactly the right height.

Afterwards, Mason dresses simply in a pair of faded jeans and a black T-shirt.  I realize it’s the first time I’ve seen him dressed so casually.  Since I only have the red dress I wore, albeit briefly, to Mason’s beach home, he phases me back to my house to put on some of my own clothes.

Fortunately, he phases us directly into my bedroom.

I pull him to me.  “We really should make love in my bed too.  I mean it’s only fair to christen her as well.  I wouldn’t want her to feel left out.”

Mason shakes his head at me.  “If I’m incorrigible,
you
are insatiable.”

“Weren’t you the one who bragged about having great stamina?” I ask.  “Put your money where your mouth is buster.”

“Hmm,” Mason begins to nuzzle the side of my neck, “I have a few places I would like to put my mouth on you.”

“Oh really, Mr. Collier?  Would you like perform a little demonstration?”

“Yes, I would, Agent Riley.”  He lightly pushes me down on the bed and kneels on the floor between my legs.  “I most certainly would.”

After we christen my bed, Mason goes into the kitchen to make us breakfast and I get dressed.  I know we have things we need to do today but all I honestly want to do is play with Mason.  I giggle at the thought.  It makes me sound like Mason’s my favorite new toy.  Not a bad analogy actually.

My happy mood is soon tarnished by the sound of a rocking chair moving on my front porch.  I grab my coat and slip on some tennis shoes to talk to my visitor.

“Going to go talk to Lucifer on the porch,” I yell to Mason on my way towards the front door.

I hear a pan drop and Mason phases to stand in front of the door blocking my way.

“You say that like it’s the most natural thing in the world to be doing,” Mason says, a confused look on his face.

I shrug.  “I guess it is for me.” I lean up and kiss him.  “Don’t worry.  He won’t hurt me.”

Reluctantly, Mason steps away from the door.

I walk out onto the porch and shiver slightly from the cold.  I turn up the hood on my coat to cover my head.

Lucifer sits in his favorite rocking chair dressed in only a blue jersey tee with a Gucci crest on the front and a pair of jeans and tennis shoes.  I notice a circular scar of sorts on his right arm just below where the sleeve cuts off.  It looks like a raised brand with writing similar to that on the archangel crowns.

“Casual day?” I ask.

Lucifer shrugs.

“Aren’t you cold?” I ask him.  I know it can only be about thirty degrees outside.

“You
do
know where I live right?” Lucifer asks.

“Oh,” I say, indeed remembering, “I didn’t know if it was actually hot there.  I thought it might just be a metaphor.”

“The torturing of souls produces a lot of heat,” Lucifer explains.  “Exothermic reactions and all.  Speaking of which,” Lucifer eyes me curiously, “the last time I was there, I noticed one soul in particular was missing.”

“I had God put Uncle Dan in the Void for me,” I tell Lucifer.  “I didn’t want to owe you any favors.”

“Strange that he should do such a thing for you so easily.  He’s never interfered with any of the souls once they reached my domain before.”

Stunned doesn’t exactly encompass the way I feel hearing Lucifer’s words.