Page 1 of Love Me Ever After
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Mason
“Oh,yeah, baby, right there…harder…please…omigod!”
I reached for a pillow and wrapped it around my head. Sadly, it didn’t do too much to block out the sounds of my mate’s girlfriend’s sex talk. The noises coming from his bedroom had been going on for what felt like hours. I groaned and pulled the duvet over my head for extra protection. When Luke had suggested I sofa surf at his until I got a new place sorted, I hadn’t been prepared for a virtual porn movie each night Tasha stayed over. Sure, the first time had been a novelty, but after two weeks I could almost predict what was coming next, pun totally intended. Her high-pitched gasps and wails went on for a further three minutes before she let out a huge squeal. Then,blissful silence. Breathing an almost orgasmic sigh of relief myself, I tucked the pillow under my head again and tried to get comfortable on the sofa.
It hadn’t been how I’d expected to return to Ealynn Sands after being away in New York for work. I had, for once, been pretty organised and sorted out a new place before leaving the States, planning to move in as soon as I came back. Then, as I was about to get on the plane, I got a call from the estate agent who informed me the owners had changed their mind. They’d decided to use the property as a holiday let instead because there was more money in it. Greedy fuckers. I’d been sceptical of the agent from the start and couldn’t help but think if it might have been him who’d suggested the change of use to them.
So I’d come back to town homeless.
After a week staying in a B&B, Luke had stepped up and let me use his couch. Given Tasha’s vocal performance each night, I didn’t see it working out long term.
Not only was I not getting enough sleep, but the constant reminders coming from Luke and Tasha highlighted mytotallysingle status.
Right now though, sleep was more important. I had a meeting in Birmingham in the morning and had to be up early to get on the train. Turning over onto my side, I wrestled the duvet back over my feet, trying to get comfortable.
The bedroom door opened, catching my attention.
In the dim light spilling out into the living room, I saw Luke heading towards the bathroom.
Stark. Bollock. Naked.
Dick and balls swinging free in the aftermath of his session with Tasha.
“Fuck’s sake, Luke. Do I really need to see that?”
“Shit, sorry, bud. Forgot you were here.”
“Hurry up, baby, I’m ready for round two if you are.” Tasha’s voice floated out through the door.
Luke grinned in the darkness. “Mate, you would if you were me.”
“If I were you, I’d have a little more respect for my mate who’stryingto get some sleep.” Cranky, I shuffled down under the duvet, tucking it up around my ears.
He rolled his eyes and sighed. “All right, all right. I’ll make up some excuse. But you’ve got to find somewhere else to stay. And soon.”
“You think I don’t know that? This isn’t exactly my idea of a fun evening.”
“Something will come up. Hopefully not your dick listening to us though.” Luke went into the bathroom, chuckling, and closed the door behind him.
I shuddered.
Five minutes later, Luke returned to the bedroom. I strained to hear his excuses to Tasha, but when there were no further noises coming from the room, I drifted off into a restless sleep dreaming of hotel rooms.
My alarm went off at half six. It was the only way I could get a decent shower when Tasha stayed over. After rolling up the duvet and pillows and stashing them between the sofa and wall behind it, I headed for the shower, making sure to lock the door. There’d been a few occasions when Tasha had seen more than she should—on purpose or not I couldn’t be sure. The hot water blasted over my tired body until I turned the stream onto cold for fifteen seconds to get a proper wake up call. Shivering, I switched it off and grabbed my towel, drying off as quickly as I could. Once dressed, I made my way into the open plan living area where Tasha already sat at the breakfast bar.
“Morning, Mason,” she chorused. “I had the last of the milk so if you fancied cereal, you’ll have to have it with water.”
“It’s fine. I’ll take some fruit.” I reached into the bowl to grab some, only to find it empty.
She wound a strand of blonde hair around one finger and wrinkled her nose. Luke probably found it cute, but to me it was just annoying. “Oh, sorry. I kind of finished that too.”
“It’s not a problem.” I forced a grin. “I’ll get something at the station. Is there coffee?”
Tasha slid off the stool and sashayed across the room towards the bedroom. Her long legs stretched out underneath the t-shirt of Luke’s she wore. “Kettle’s just boiled.”
It was too much to hope for that she’d actually make me a cup. I gave up and spooned some instant coffee into a mug, then added some sugar. It was a good thing I liked my coffee black.
