Grand Love by JC Hawke

22

Nina

“No!”I roar, grasping Lance’s forearm as I lean over in hysterics.

“Charles was stuck there for three days,” Elliot tells us.

Charlie nods as if he’s reliving the story as it’s being told. “My mum thought I wasn’t coming home, I’m surprised she ever let me back in the house.”

“Charlie! I never took you as such a playboy!” Megan accuses, laughing along with us. “Those poor girls.”

“Poor girls?” Scarlet asks. “What’s poor about those girls?!”

“Right!” I tip my glass to her.

“It was over ten years ago, ladies,” Charlie tells us, downplaying it.

“We all had our day, Charles.” I wink at him, giving him a soft smile.

“It’s true. I slept with a woman once,” George announces with a slight slur, making Mason, who was relatively quiet, choke on his drink. “Ah, you didn’t see that one coming, did you, Bossman.”

“Not your cuppa tea, George?” I ask with a grin.

“No, she was great! But, Nina…” He dips his head to his shoulder in a knowing look. “Come on, surely you’ve been dominated by a man before?” He pops a brow at me.

I chew on my lip, giggling like an embarrassed schoolgirl. I love George. “Well.” I roll my lips. “I’m not sure I have, George.” I laugh, watching as Charlie clasps Mason’s shoulder in a show of support.

Mason shakes his head at me, his eyes darker than the night outside. They drop to my neck, then my breasts. I’m about to go to him, needing the contact, when Lucy pops her head between me and Lance. Miller is standing at her back.

“Girls, the band finished! Scar, we have to do the auction!”

“Oh no, can we not!” I plead.

“Yes! We have to,” Scarlet tells me. “I had other prizes added too. It’s going to be a blast.”

“Auction?” Mason asks.

“Nina, and Lucy,” Elliot tells him, his eyes set on Lucy. “They’re auctioning themselves for a date tonight.”

“What?!” Mason snaps, already outraged.

“It’s just for fun,” Scarlet reassures him.

“Vinny said he will bid,” I tell him. I turn to Megan. “Accept Vinny’s offer, Megs, please!”

“Sure thang,” she mumbles, her eyes heavy.

Megan’s drunk! Good god, this won’t be good.

I give Mason a wave as Scarlet pulls me through the crowd and over to the stage. The boys all take a stand at the bar, a hard look on every one of their faces.

“The boys are pissed,” I tell the girls.

“They’ll get over it. It’s for charity.” Scarlet rolls her eyes, fluffing my hair.

“Your tits are wonky,” Megan tells me, her smile lazy as she stands in a daze.

“Gee, thanks Megs. Just wait till you have kids! Scar, you can’t have this idiot doing the auction!”

“She’ll be fine.”

“I’m fine!” Megan grins.

I stand to the side with Lucy as she slowly climbs the steps onto the stage.

I’m thankful for the alcohol I’ve consumed tonight, otherwise, I’d never have the guts to do this.

Somehow, Megan pulls the whole thing off. Her wit and drunken charm seem to get the crowd warmed up, and as Lucy and I step up on stage they’ve already raised an impressive eight hundred thousand pounds.

The money in the room tonight is unbelievable.

My stomach twists into knots as I stand on the stage, Megan’s voice like white noise as I struggle to focus on what she’s saying. This has to be my worst nightmare. I don’t know why I ever agreed to it or why the girls thought I would be able to do it.

Fucking Lucy!

My eyes seek her out and I glare at her, watching as her face drops. Are you okay? She mouths.

I shake my head, wondering if I should just slip off to the side of the stage quietly and hope that nobody notices.

Taking a deep breath in, I try to concentrate on Megan.

“So, which one of you gentlemen would like to take this beautiful bombshell out on a date?”

My eyes scan the crowd. The majority of the men in the room are married off or brought dates with them tonight. What if no one bids on us. It’s embarrassing.

“Five hundred,” John shouts, lifting his hand and placing a bid on his own daughter.

A smile breaks past my lips even though the situation is ridiculous.

“Six!” someone shouts.

I look at Lucy who’s focused on the crowd; I follow her line of sight and see she is looking at Miller. He shrugs at her, looking at a loss.

Shit.

“A grand,” Elliot calls, shaking his head as he knocks back his drink, his eyes not meeting the stage.

“Hot damn, any advances on one thousand pounds?” Megan asks.

“Two,” Lance calls out, a grin plastered on his face.

“Five,” Vinny announces, drawing my eye to the opening of the marquee.

He throws me a wink, a silent acknowledgement to let me know that Ellis is fine.

Everything is a buzz. Lucy is giddy, laughing and blowing kisses to Vinny, and Megan is standing, breathing loudly into the microphone.

“Ten,” Elliot counters, causing the room to fall silent. He spins where he’s stood, placing his tumbler down and signalling for another drink.

You could hear a pin drop.

“Megs,” I hiss over at her. “Wrap it up.”

“Going once, twice, sold.” She brings down her hammer, swallowing loudly into the microphone before turning her eyes to me.

I realise it’s my turn, and the thought that people will be looking at me, placing bids on me, Vinny or not. It makes me want to run.

But I promised him I wouldn’t.

My eyes meet his and everything else slips away.

“Next up, we have the gorgeous Nina. She’s a fiery one, boys, so only bid if you think you can handle her bite.”

Mason’s eyes grow tighter at Megan’s challenge.

My heart starts to pound as the bidding starts, but my eyes don’t leave his.

“How about we start at—”

“Five hundred!” John shouts again, making everyone laugh.

“Five thousand!” Vinny yells, and my heart swells.

“Ten!” Charlie calls out.

“Twenty-five thousand.” My eyes snap to the bidder, realising it’s the man Mason was talking to when I arrived. Hemmings, he said his name was.

I flick my eyes back to Mason and instantly get lost in him again, his stare catching me on fire. He isn’t concerned with Hemmings, Vinny or John, he is honed in on me. Nothing else. Me.

His eyes seem to pinch tighter together, and I frown as something passes between us.

He won’t bid on me.

He won’t buy me.

“Twenty-eight!” Lance grounds out.

“Twenty-eight thousand! Wow, guys! Going once…”

“Thirty!” Hemmings outbids Lance, earning a collective gasp from the crowd and myself.

Mason’s lip curls and I worry I will lose his eyes, but he doesn’t look away from me, his knuckles only grow tighter against the marble top, as if he is restraining himself from going after Hemmings. His head dips slightly, and the reassurance he gives me in that one look is the only thing keeping me on the stage.

“Uh.” Megan seems to have lost her voice, and I look to her, praying she doesn’t wrap things up yet.

She shrugs. “Going once… twice…”

My eyes fly to Mason’s.

“Sold!” Megan fans herself, shaking her head helplessly at me when I look at her in horror.

My gaze goes back to Mason, and I find him striding towards the stage. He looks lethal, his smirk promising and measured. I learn all too quickly that he wasn’t restraining himself from getting to Hemmings. He was restraining himself from coming to me.

“Oh.” Megan taps the microphone. “Do we have a last-minute bidder?” She grins.

“Mase,” I warn as he nears.

He doesn’t slow, not stopping until his shoulder is at my hip, and I’m being thrown over his shoulder.

“Oh my god! Mase!”

“Hey! You can’t steal the prizes, Mr Lowell!” Megan laughs.

I don’t dare look up, placing my hands on his lower back as he strolls through the cheering crowd. Mason carries me from the tent and through the grounds until we are at the back doors of the terrace that leads off of the kitchen. He slides me down his body putting us mere inches from one another.

“What was that?”

His eyes dart all over my face. “You belong to me, Pix.”

“You didn’t bid on me.” My lips twist up into a smile.

“I didn’t need to,” he says, proud. “You’ll love me anyway.”

I feel my dimple pop as I rise onto the tips of my toes, placing a soft kiss to his lips. Chills run down my spine the second our lips touch, and I push into his body farther, grasping his tux jacket in my hands.

He groans against my lips, tearing away from me as he tries to find an opening in my dress. With no luck, he tries to lift it, but the material is too tight and doesn’t budge past my thighs. “Fuck!” he hisses.

“You’ll have to unzip it, Bossman.”

His nose brushes mine as he meets my eyes again. “Yeah? You’d let me unzip it?”

I nod, biting my lip on a smile.

Swinging my legs up over his arms, he lifts me like a bride and breezes in through the house. We bypass Ellis’s room and then go deeper into the west wing.

“So much choice, Mr Lowell,” I tease as we pass multiple doors.

“Shut it.” He grins, lowering his mouth to mine again and taking my lips in a deep kiss.

He drops me to my feet as we get lost in the kiss, our tongues tangling together as I pull open his tux jacket.

I need him naked.

I need us both naked.

My back hits the door hard in our haste, and I grunt slightly as the wind is knocked from my lungs.

“Shit.” He pulls away.

Slipping my hand in his hair, I draw him back into me, biting down on his lip until I taste the faint copper tang of his blood. A growl vibrates from his chest.

The bedroom door is thrown open and then I’m being lifted again. I’m placed on a cool hard surface, and I have to break our connection to see what I’m sitting on.

“Mase.” I look at him, my heart wild yet pained in my chest.

It’s been so long. I smooth my hands over the smooth black surface.

“Is it weird that I feel the need to fuck you on it?”

“Completely.” I reach for his jacket as he pulls at the straps of my dress.

His mouth goes to my neck, his breath hot and wanting as his tongue lashes at my heated flesh. His hand palms my breast before he bends, sucking a nipple into his mouth. A moan falls from my lips. “Mason.”

“Hmmm.” His mouth works back up my throat quickly, locking onto my lips, and sucking them into his mouth. It drives me wild.

I start to pull his shirt from his trousers, having already undone most of the buttons. My hands smooth over his body, feeling the expanse of his strong chest and soft skin beneath my fingers.

“I’ve missed this.” I pant between the soft kisses I rain down his throat and torso.

“Fuck.” He lifts me from the piano, dropping me to my feet and spinning me to lower the zip. My dress is discarded, and his arms encase me from behind. I didn’t wear a bra and my thong is a thin lace that matches the dress. His hand dips beneath the fabric, sliding through my folds with ease.

“Pix,” he growls, rolling his hips against me.

I whimper as his fingers dip into my heat, then glide up over my sensitive bud.

“Oh my god!” My body flushes hot and my body shakes as a tremor racks through me. It’s been so long since he’s touched me like this. I start to ride his hand, applying mine on top of his and adding more pressure. “I’m… clo—”

“Already?”

My eyes roll. “Mase—”

The sound that leaves me as my orgasm rips through me is feral, unlike anything I’ve ever heard before, and I can feel Mason’s smile against my cheek as he lets me come undone in his arms. “Fuck. How long has it been?!”

My head drops back to his shoulder, my body still shaking. “Too long.” I pant.

Lifting my chin with one hand, he kisses me slowly, easing his fingers through my folds and spreading my orgasm all over me. My body quivers and ripples under his touch. He rolls his hips into me, rubbing himself deeper, harder, until the friction alone isn’t enough.

“Turn around.”

I spin and his mouth hungrily drops to my lips. “Mase,” I beg, needing so much more.

“Patience,” he rasps, his hand held in my hair as he manipulates my neck to gain better access to my throat.

He lifts me back onto the piano, removing my thong and sliding my legs over his shoulders. “Mason, no! Please!”

The heat of his mouth makes me lose all my fight. I drop back to the piano on my elbows and watch as he looks up at me from between my thighs. His tongue lashes against my sensitive folds, tracing every inch of me as if it’s the only chance he’ll get.

“I never forgot how good you taste.”

He swirls his tongue around and over my clit.

“Sometimes.” He draws it between his teeth, making my hips buck against him. “Sometimes I’d swear I could taste you. I’d wake up from a dream and would still be able to feel you on my lips.”

My hands go to his hair as I ride wave after wave of pleasure that floods through me, rubbing myself over his mouth and chin as I near the edge of insanity.

He continues to suck my sensitive flesh long after I come down from my high. I’m limp when he finally lets me up, my body sated and probably not ready for what’s to come.

“What did you do,” I say, gingerly lowering myself to the floor.

His mouth glistens in the moonlit room and in that moment, he looks like a wild beast that’s just feasted on his prey.

Licking at his lips, he starts on his belt buckle. “On the bed.”

I. Am. Not. Fucking. Ready.

Crawling up the bed, I lie on my back and watch as he lowers his boxers. He moves himself up the bed and my eyes drop to his cock, heavy and thick. “It’s been too fucking long, Angel.” He pumps himself three times, his throat working as he swallows.

“When was the last time?” I ask, frowning.

“It doesn’t matter.”

It matters to me. I stop him as he climbs over me. “Mase.”

“Nina,” he warns. His cock brushes my stomach, leaving a trail of precum in its wake.

“How long ago—”

“I didn’t,” he snaps, nudging the head inside of me. He looks down at where our bodies meet, and I clench around him.

“What do you mean?” I moan.

“I haven’t. Not… Jesus Christ, Nina.” He pinches his eyes tight. “Are we really doing this now?”

I nod.

He pauses, his jaw ticcing as he slowly slides into me, making my walls ache as they stretch around him. “This is the only pussy I’ve been inside of since the night I took you in my bed.” He rolls his hips, putting himself right down to the hilt and brushing my pelvis.

My eyes flutter close. “Meaning?”

“Meaning I only ever had anal sex, Nina.”

My eyes snap open.

“Because the thought of being inside someone else in any other way was never going to be an option unless it was you.”

He sits back on his knees, pulling out of me. “I’m sorry.” He climbs from the bed and leans against the dresser, dropping his head.

Is he ashamed? Because he shouldn’t be? I mean, I’m a little shocked, and it hurts, but I’m the one who should be ashamed.

I left him.

“Mase,” I soothe, “come here.”

When he doesn’t budge, I go to him, slipping my arms around him so I can cuddle his back. “Mase, please. Turn around.”

He turns in my arms and I slide a hand up into his hair, pushing it back off his face.

“I’m sorry I left you, and I promise I won’t ever leave you again.”

He shakes his head. “I’m weak.”

“No, you’re—”

“How many men did you sleep with?”

“I was heavily pregnant,” I defend.

He shakes his head, looking away from me, and I regret pushing it and making him feel like this.

“Mase, I need you to make love to me.” His chest deflates, his shoulders sagging. “I’ve needed you to make love to me since you cornered me in my laundry room. I’ve only ever needed you to love me and in every way that mattered you did. You always have—even when we fought it. I need you more than anything right now and I need it to be real. Us. But first.” I take his hand, sliding it deep between my legs, teasing the tips of his fingers on my puckered hole. “First, I need you to take me here.”

He inhales a deep breath and lets out a shaky one, his eyes turning a dangerous shade of black.

“Nina.”

“Will it help?” I ask.

He swallows, his eyes shining. “Yes.”

I walk to the bed, lying myself down on my stomach as I wait for him. “I need this, just as much as you do.”

He walks to the edge of the bed, gliding the pads of his fingers down my back. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.” My hips lift to meet him as he glides lower.

“You want me here, baby?”

I cry out as his finger runs over the crack of my ass and teases my hole.

“Yes!”

He flips me, placing me on my back. “Mase!”

His lips take my open mouth, his hands locking with mine and lifting them above my head. He ravishes my body, his stubble scratching at my nipples as he sucks at the flesh around them, making me squirm and beg him for more in the same breath.

Dropping his head to mine, he waits for a beat, then slides home in one smooth thrust, making us both moan in sheer pleasure.

“Fuck!” he groans, rolling his hips deep inside of me before all too soon his fingers take the place of his cock.

His hand dips lower, gliding his slick fingers through the crack of my ass. He applies the slightest pressure until I open up and he slides a finger inside.

He leans in and kisses me as I slowly adjust around him. I roll my hips and moan into his mouth.

“That feels good, baby?”

“Hmmm.”

“You’re so fucking sexy like this.”

I lift my head from the mattress to look at him. He gives me a small smile then drops his head, drawing my clit between his lips. My body ripples moments after, my orgasm taking me fast, just like the first.

He pulls his finger out of me slowly, running his hands up my thighs to my hips. Every solid inch of him ripples and flexes as he lifts me, moving us back until he’s sat against the headboard.

He places me on his lap, sinking me down onto his thick cock. His lips brush mine, but he doesn’t take them like I crave. “I need you to take me. I can’t lose control with you tonight.”

I nod, rolling my hips over him and giving him a small smile. I lick my lips and push to my knees. I line him up, the tip of his cock braced against me.

His head drops to mine, his heart pounding under my splayed palms.

“I love you,” I tell him, needing him to know.

He trembles beneath me. The entire two hundred pounds of him, quaking as he stares into my eyes. I sink down an inch and gasp. He grasps my hips instantly, holding me off from dropping any lower.

I squeeze my eyes tight. “Mase, I need you. I need more,” I rasp. I open my eyes when he doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, and he stares up at me with so much uncertainty it makes me question myself.

I want this.

So does he.

“Mason. Fuck me. I want you to do it.”

His eyes search mine, and I know he finds his reasoning somewhere in them. “Angel.”

He breaks.

All restraint is gone, as he guides my hips down onto him, stretching me, filling me in the most perfect way.

I barely brush his thighs before I slide back up his length, my nails biting into his chest as he grows harder inside of me.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he snaps, and I feel his balls draw up as his eyes squeeze tight.

“Mason,” I say with a smile, waiting for him to open his eyes.

“I’m going to come, baby.”

“It’s okay.” I chuckle, with no idea why I find it funny, but he shakes his head and laughs with me.

“Fuck. That actually works.” His head drops back, and he laughs harder. I lean in and kiss him through our smiles, our teeth clashing as we share the tender moment. This is nothing like what I thought it would be, but I also know it’s important.

Rocking my hips slowly, I start to really move, dropping harder and deeper onto him until his hand moves from my hip and flattens over my clit.

“Mase,” I moan, my body flushing hot.

I grasp his arm as he adds more pressure to my clit at the same time as he rolls his hips into my ass, sending my world black momentarily. My body locks tight and finds its release.

“Nina, baby!” He groans, bucking into me uncontrollably before stilling deep inside me.

His entire body is wet with sweat, and the veins in his arms seem to bulge unnaturally as he rubs his hands over my trembling thighs. He forces my body flush with his and I land on his chest hard.

“I love you,” I pant. “It’s okay, and I love you.”