Freefall (The Indigo Lounge Series, #5) (31 page)

Something in me must have transmitted that decision to him because Mason pulls back and stares at me. “Keely?”

I feel a thousand times more naked and exposed than I am in that moment, but I embrace the vibrant danger, and feel alive for the first time in a very long time. “I want you, Mason. Beyond today. Beyond tomorrow. Maybe saying that makes me vulnerable, but I don’t care. I want you.” My voice threatens to break when his eyes widen. “
I want you,
” I whisper-scream.

He says nothing. Just lowers his head until his forehead rests against mine. We stare into each other’s eyes for an eternity. Then his breath explodes in a shuddering exhale.

“Whatever you have to give, I’ll take it.”

My heart leaps with sharp joy and deadly dread. Because I know I’ll probably give more than is wise. And he’ll leave me less of a shell than I’d been before.

But for now, I’m in. All the fucking way.

I kiss him. Teeth-mashing hard. The way I know turns him on.

He growls and goes deeper, until I taste blood mingled with our saliva.

My pussy throbs and I open my legs, ready to rub it on whatever body surface I can find.

But Mason catches my restless leg behind the knee and raises it. Before I can fathom what’s going on, another cock is rubbing between my legs, it’s velvety abrasion just what I need. I pull away from the kiss and look down at the artificial intelligence, rubbing it’s cock head so expertly between my legs. “My God, that’s...” Words fail me and I raise my gaze to Mason’s intensely aroused scrutiny.

“You like that?”

“I
love
that,” I groan.

He nods and pushes another button. The arms move into a low
embrace
position. He carefully places my bent knees over one and grabs me by the waist. “Put your other leg over.”

I obey, and a moment later, I’m wide open for both him and the outline behind me.

The idea of two Masons continues to blow my mind as the warmth against my back molds and shapes until I’m snug and horny, awaiting my lover’s next pleasure.

Mason crouches before me and blows on my pussy.

I shudder as sensation pulls me under. When his tongue flicks my clit, I grip his hair and moan. He eats me until the first orgasm hits, hard and long.

I’m still convulsing when he stands and rubs my juices, which coat his lips, all over mine. “You ever been double penetrated, baby?” he growls when we’re done licking my taste from each other. “For your sake, I hope the answer is no.”

Since I have no idea what happened to me that weekend six years ago, I reply, “No.”

He grunts his satisfaction, then steps away from me. The look in his eyes when he sees me cradled in the arms of his invention, wide open and ready to be fucked, staggers me.

He reaches out and circles my nipple with his forefinger, before he trails it down to my navel and up in a fiery V to my other nipple. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Mason,” I moan.

He looks into my eyes with his turbulent golden ones. “I’ll fuck you up, Keely.”

I swallow. “You’ve already fucked me up. Now just fuck me. Please. Fuck me like you stole me.”

It seems that’s all he needs to go to town on me. Lube appears from somewhere and my asshole is prepped and ready to go in minutes.

The moment I’m filled from behind, Mason thrusts brutally into me.

Time ceases to have meaning as pleasure and pain grab me with vicious teeth and mangles coherency into a savage death.

Mason calls me
kitten
, and
Keely
, and
baby
, as he fucks me, long and hard, raw and rough. My orgasms feed into one another, and the more I come, the more Mason demands of me. With each release, I sense him quieten, the flames of hell in his eyes banking down to searing embers.

When he collapses into me, slick with sweat and sticky with my cum, I drop my head to his shoulder.

We stay like that, contented and broken, until I hear a tiny beep next to my head.

“The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy god.”

“What?” I enquire hazily.

“Say it.”

“Why?”

When he doesn’t respond, I lift my head. He’s staring at me, but there’s no sign of mind-fuckery in his eyes. It’s a tiny thing, but I see the request to trust him.

“Okay, but isn’t it ‘the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy
dog’
?”

A smile caresses his lips and he presses a couple of buttons. “Doesn’t matter. It’s done.”

I glance at the panel, then back to his face. “What’s done?”

“The recording of your speech pattern. Now you can use your
Keelinator
however you please.”

“
My
...? Are you serious?”

He nods. “I’ll have it shipped to your place in New York. We can give it a second christening when it arrives.”

My heart lurches over the implications of what he’s just said.

“Does that mean I’ll see you after the IL trip?” I ask, feeling reckless.

“It means I’m officially hooked on you, and very much want to see you for however long I can before the inevitable shit circus descends. But I have an ulterior motive for this bribe.”

“Oh?”

His thumb caresses my lower lip, and the way he’s
not
looking into my eyes shocks me into thinking he’s a little nervous about something.

“I have a thing at the White House at the end of the month. Come with me.”

I stare at him. “It may be my just-fucked buzz deafening me, but I could’ve sworn you just said you have a thing at the White House?”

He stays silent, but the corners of his eyes crinkle in amusement.

My eyes widen. “
The
White House?”

“Yes.”

“Permission to swear, please, sir?”

His eyes darken. “Just this once.”

“Holy Mother of Fucking Fucks!”

He grimaces, but his eyes twinkle. “Is that a yes?” I hear a touch of vulnerability in his voice, and stop joking. The work Mason did for the government may have added to his billions and given him power and prestige. But it’d also taken his son. For whatever reason he had to attend, it can’t be easy for him to face the head of his nation under those circumstances.

“I’m waiting for an answer, kitten.”

I shake my head, still in a daze. “I don’t know. Are you messing with me?”

“Why would I?”

“Because...
hello
? It’s the White House. Also, I’d have thought you’d say no, given the circumstances?”

His nostrils flare before he shrugs, but I know there’s nothing care free about the gesture. “There are only so many times you can say no to the Commander in Chief before it becomes a problem.”

I chew on that for a minute. “And you want to go with me? Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Let me buy you a dress, a few trinkets, a pair of fuck-me shoes, and use you shamelessly as the buffer between myself and every asshole government bureaucrat whose throat I want to rip out?” There’s a little light, and a lot of darkness, in that statement, and my heart bleeds for him.

“Well, when you put it like that...” I let my voice drift.

“No lies, Keely. You okay with that?” he asks.

I suck in a deep breath. And smile. “I’m okay with that.

Keely

T
he next four days race by. Mason disappears into whatever area he’s commandeered in the bowels of the yacht to work when he has to. He never tells me what he’s working on, and I don’t ask.

He, on the other hand, questions me about that Friday night six years ago. Sometimes, he’s subtle. Other times he demands to know every single detail. I hate myself for withholding that final part of jagged jigsaw, but I tell myself there’s no need for him to know. I also know he’s gathering the information I give him. Most likely to find who’s behind the emails. I let him. My past will inevitably rise up and slap me in the face. But for now, I’m living in the present.

I also don’t ask why he keeps ignoring Cassie’s phone calls. They’ve graduated from three or four a day, to almost hourly now. He always checks to see whether she’s left a message. She never does.

Wondering what the hell her deal is looms larger and larger in my mind, but I refuse to give it voice. I want nothing to take up extra room in the
Mason & Keely Temporary Bliss Shuttle
.

Our routine is simple.
Fuck. Eat. Fuck. Sleep. Fuck. Debate about the world and about nothing. Fuck
.

A couple of times, he’s ventured out to meet me for dinner or drinks on the boat or at whatever venue I happen to be escorting my guests. After that time at the club in Majorca, I’ve learned not to flirt when he’s around.

Titus-Asshole-Morton, however, hasn’t learned his lesson. His nose hadn't broken after all—much to my regret—and his leers have taken a dirty angle, especially when Mason isn’t around.

I’d wondered what he’d meant when he’d referred to him and Mason as fishing from the same pool.

Well, I got my answer when I stepped into the elevator after a long afternoon of thermal baths and cocktails at Vulcano, Sicily.

The hostess I’d scheduled to take the guests had come down with food poisoning, so I’d had no choice but to step in and head the trip. The healthy mud bath hadn’t been too bad, but the constant bickering of Titus’s pets has given me a piercing headache.

Finding the man himself lounging against the wall of the elevator, doesn’t improve my mood. I stab for the lower deck and do my best to ignore him.

Of course, he’s obnoxious enough to disregard my pointed signal and moves into my eye line.

“Enjoy your day of rolling around in the mud?” he jibes. “I’m more than willing to dirty you some more if you want? he adds with a chuckle.

I turn and stare into his pale blue eyes. “I don’t want, asshole. And I see your nose is still bent out of shape. Maybe you want me to bend it some more, finish what Mason started?”

Cold rage fills his eyes. “I paid a fuck load of money for this trip. I was promised an experience that’s so far been severely lacking. Isn’t this gig supposed to a free-for-all? And as for Sinclair, I don’t know what his fucking problem is. We’ve both fucked the same girls from Hani’s stable. He suddenly doesn’t want to share, that’s fine.” His sleazy gaze slithers over me, and I’m glad I’m wearing the kimono-like gown that covers me from neck to feet. “You’re not super hot, but I see the appeal. Sinclair got a free pass the last time. If he so much as points a finger at me, my lawyers will turn him into chump.”

The elevator door opens. I walk through it, then turn and cock my head invitingly. “He’s right this way. Care to come and tell him all of that bullshit in person?”

Fear crawls through his eyes, but he snaps, “Not worth my time. I have somewhere else to be.” He stabs the button for the floor below repeatedly until the door starts to shut.

I smile. “Enjoy your evening, you fucking coward.”

Outraged anger is the last thing I see before I turn and head down the hallway. At the door, I pause and take a deep breath.

I tell myself I’m a modern woman, that I’m okay with whichever way Mason had chosen to get his rocks off before he met me.

But...I’m not okay being confused for a member of Hani’s stable, whoever the hell she is.

I jump when the door is yanked open. “You plan to stand there all night?” Mason glares at me.

He hadn’t been happy when I’d had to abandon our lunch and fuck plans to go on the excursion. Clearly, his mood hasn’t improved in my absence.

I walk past him into the room, careful to avoid his gaze in case he sees my agitation, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me into a rough hug.

“You were supposed to be back an hour ago,” he gripes as he buries his face in the crook of my neck.

“Sorry, the mixologist who accompanied us was a little too good at his job. Either that or serving decadent cocktails while indulging in an ancient mud bath, is something no woman can get enough of.”

“Hmm,” he grunts, his mouth sliding to my collarbone. “Did you have a mud bath, too? Is that why you’re wearing dirty, delightful stink I want to roll around in?”

I tilt my head to give him better access, all the while trying to get my brain to erase Titus Morton’s words. “The sulphur’s supposed to be good for my skin.”

“I’m
good for your skin,” he growls softly. “You want me to demonstrate?”

I open my mouth to say yes. Instead, different words emerge. “Who’s Hani?”

Mason tenses against me, then lifts his head. “Who told you her name?”

I stare back at him “Does it matter? Apparently, I’m good enough to be one of the many girls from her stable.”

His features harden from granite to titanium. “Morton.” The word is a death sentence.

I shiver but plow on. “I have to ask, Mason. Is this information public knowledge?”

His eyes narrow. “Why?”

My shoulders lift in shrug that feels as if it’s weighted by the world. “I just want a heads up if anyone who sees me with you will automatically think I’m a prostitute.”

“They wouldn’t dare.”

“Umm...sorry, but they kinda already did.”

“I’ll deal with Morton.”

I place a hand on his chest and shake my head. “No need, I already did. He’s probably thick enough to try something again, but I can handle him.”

Mason watches me, trying to gauge my mood. His phone starts to ring and relief punches through me.

Of course, I realize a moment later, it’s probably Cassie. And he’s not going to answer it.

“I’m going to take a shower,” I say.

He frowns. “Keely—”

“You’re right. I stink. And I’m starving. You mind ordering me some food?”

Still watching me, he nods.

“Thanks. I’d love a juicy
Indulgence
burger. The chef tops the meat with a mean mango salsa I can’t get enough of. Oh and I want an extra large portion of fries with it please.”

One brow lifts. “Anything else?”

“No, that should about cover it. See you in a few.”

I bolt for the bathroom and jump into the shower. Despite having used the spa facilities on board the yacht when I returned, I scrub myself again from head to toe.