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She let out a relieved sigh. "Well, good. I was starting to worry you’d been hiding something important from me all your life."
Dad patted her hand. "I don’t think that sounds like something Mason would do."
"You never know," Mom said softly. "I’m just glad you told us. We’re really happy for you."
Dad nodded and smiled. "We are."
"Well, now that that’s done, can we eat?" Ava asked. Everyone laughed at that and we moved on to other topics of conversation and having dinner. I couldn’t have been more relieved. There was only one thing left looming in my mind and it was time Emery and I talked about it. I silently promised myself I'd bring it up in the next few days and tried to enjoy the casserole.
Chapter Twenty
Mason
Ittookmeanotherweek to get up the nerve to talk to Emery, but finally, I gathered the courage one night while we were watching TV. "So…"
Emery looked at me, eyebrows raised. "Yeah?"
I let out a nervous little laugh. After another second’s hesitation, I launched in. "This has been really cool, you know?"
He frowned and narrowed his eyes. "What are you saying? Are you breaking up with me?"
"What? No, not at all." My heart raced and I exhaled sharply. "I’m trying to say… shit, I’m no good with this kind of thing. I’m just saying I really like what we’ve got going, and if this is all you want, I’m totally happy with it."
"Okay…"
My cheeks burned, embarrassment and uncertainty flooding me. I had no idea how to ask for what I wanted, and I was terrified he’d say he didn’t want to—which would lead to more embarrassment. "I want us to have sex," I blurted finally.
He chuckled softly and looked away, his cheeks and throat turning pink. "I’d like that, too."
"Not that what we’ve been doing isn’t sex," I rushed on. "It’s just, I’m curious about going further."
Emery took my hand and squeezed it gently. "Mase, it’s fine. I know what you’re saying. And I feel the same."
I let out a relieved breath and nodded. "Okay, well I guess that’s settled."
He raised an eyebrow. "When did you want to start?" His voice was low and sultry, sending heat rushing to my cock. Instead of waiting for an answer, Emery pulled me in for a kiss, slow and deep, curling his fingers in my hair. When I groaned, he tightened his grip, tugging at the short strands and ripping a curse out of me.
"Shit, Em."
"You didn’t answer my question." He grinned wickedly.
"Now would be good."
"Guess I’ll meet you in your bedroom, then." He stood, offering a hand to help me up before sauntering down the hallway to my bedroom. I stood, stock-still, watching his ass as he walked. When he reached the door, he turned to look over his shoulder at me. "Coming?"
"Jesus, not yet," I said, hurrying to him. I took his face in my hands and kissed him, capturing his mouth with mine, plunging my tongue in to slide against his. Emery groaned, low and deep, an approving rumble in his chest. I backed him up until his legs hit the bed. Giving him a little, teasing smile, I broke the kiss and shoved him onto the blankets. Emery scrambled backward to the bed and began stripping off his clothes, while I followed his lead and tossed mine to the floor as well.
Soon enough, we were in bed together, kissing desperately, as if we couldn’t get close enough to each other, even naked, Emery’s hands on my ass, pulling my hips against his. With every breath, he thrust his cock against me, arching his back and slowly grinding against my body. I let out soft groans with his every thrust, aching for more.
The longer we kissed, the more desperate I became. I wanted to touch him, to have him touch me. I wanted everything. We kissed for a long time, Emery in no rush to move things along, and I followed his lead, despite the fever building under my skin. I eased my hand between us, but Emery chuckled, breaking the kiss and pushing my hand away.
"Not yet."
I simply groaned reluctantly and pulled my hand back. "Do you want to… I mean…" My laugh was self-conscious, nerves bleeding through. "How do you want to do this? Have you thought about it?"
"I think about it practically every minute of every day. It’s always different."
Another groan tore from my throat. Thinking about him imagining this and all the ways we could give ourselves to each other was almost too much.
