Toy: Original Sin Book 3 Page 2

  “It’s more than okay. It’s my favorite.”

  He rubbed his eyes and tried to prop himself up on one elbow. I rushed to the bedside. “Wait. Don’t try to sit up. Watch this.”

  I grabbed a remote from the top of the bedhead and pressed down. There was a soft humming sound as the upper portion of the mattress began to move upwards, putting Mason into a seated position.

  “This way you won’t accidentally burst your stitches by moving too much,” I said. “Cool, huh?”

  “Yeah. Are we in your apartment?” Mason asked, looking around with furrowed brows.

  I nodded. “You know, that’s the ninth time you’ve asked me that,” I said with a teasing grin.

  “Really?”

  “Yup. You’ve been on some very strong painkillers since they let you out, so you’ve been forgetting a lot.”

  Before being discharged into my care, Mason had spent seven days in the hospital, undergoing surgery and treatment for his wound. The bullet had lodged itself firmly between two lower ribs on his right side. Despite the massive blood loss he’d experienced, it was actually quite a clean and fortunate shot. The bullet hadn’t hit any organs, and it hadn’t left any shrapnel floating around.

  A week ago, the doctors told me that it was finally safe for him to be discharged from the hospital, but his dressing needed to be carefully changed multiple times a day, and he would also need to be cared for and monitored due to the painkillers they had him on. I organized for him to come and stay at my apartment on St. Andrew Street, and I decided not to spare any expense.

  I got in contact with the security team he’d hired to monitor the place to make sure they were still around to keep us both safe, and I also hired a nurse to come around twice a day to check on him while he was still recovering. On top of that, I transformed my bedroom into a private hospital room with everything he could possibly want or need, along with the adjustable king-sized bed. My old bed was in storage for the time being.

  “Where’s your bed?” Mason asked as if he’d read my thoughts.

  “Storage.”

  “How can you afford one of these adjustable ones? They’re usually somewhere around five grand,” he said, forehead creased with concern. “I don’t want you sending yourself broke because of me.”

  I smiled again. “A certain someone recently transferred several million dollars into my bank account. I decided to spend some of it.”

  He looked at me sheepishly. “I forgot about that,” he said. “So how long have I been here?”

  “A week.”

  He yawned again as I placed the breakfast tray in front of him. “I honestly had no idea. I swear, the last thing I remember seeing is some paramedic’s face while he and his colleague loaded me into the ambulance. When was that?”

  “Two weeks ago.”

  “Jesus.” He shook his head and took a bite of toast. “I must be annoying you by making you repeat everything.”

  “Of course not. I’m happy to do it,” I said, sitting at the end of the bed and patting his legs under the sheets. “Besides, it’s not your fault. It’s the painkillers. They totally zonk you out. The other day, they actually made you talk in your sleep. You were dreaming about kangaroos for some reason.”

  He swallowed his mouthful of food. “I just remembered the weirdest thing. I think I also dreamed that Lauren was here. Your old friend. Not that she’s weird. It’s just that I haven’t seen her in years.”

  “Oh, that wasn’t a dream,” I said. “She’s studying nursing at the moment, so I let her come over and help the nurse I hired to check on you, just so she can get some extra practice. She was here about six hours ago to change your dressing. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “Don’t mind at all. You’ll have to apologize to her for me, though. I’m sure my bullet-wound stitches aren’t exactly the nicest thing to look at right now,” he said with a tight smile.

  I laughed. “It’s her job to look at stuff like that. She doesn’t mind, trust me,” I replied. “By the way, she told me to tell you when you finally woke up—if you feel like you got hit by a truck today, it’s because they’ve been lowering your painkiller dosage.”

  “I guess that explains why I’m suddenly lucid, too.”

  I nodded. “Yeah. You should be able to think straight and remember stuff now. But if the pain gets too bad, I can call the doctor, and he’ll come and check you out.” I gently slapped my palm against my forehead. “Oh! That reminds me. I can’t believe I forgot to tell you. Speaking of doctors, guess who treated you?”

  “I have no idea.”

  I racked my brains, realizing I’d suddenly forgotten the doctor’s name. “Shit. I can’t actually remember his name, but he said he remembered you. He recognized you when you came in, and he told me he treated you when he used to work at another hospital. He helped after the whole incident in Amiens.”

  “What does he look like?”

  “Short, skinny. Gray curly hair.”

  “Dr. Melbourne?”

  I nodded. “That’s it, yeah.”

  Mason let out a groan. “Let me guess. He said: ‘this guy is one lucky son of a bitch’.”

  I lifted a brow. “How did you know that?”

  “It’s what he said to me when he treated me for all the burns. ‘You’re one lucky son of a bitch’. Didn’t feel so lucky at the time, believe me.”

  I smiled. “I think he meant you’re lucky for surviving something that would normally kill a person. Twice.”

  “I get it.” He cocked his head to the side. “But the only thing I really feel lucky about is meeting you.”

  My cheeks flushed. “I never thought I’d hear you say something so corny,” I said softly, a smile curving up my lips.

  Mason pushed himself higher on the bed. “Seriously,” he said gruffly. “I don’t deserve you, or any of this.”

  I arched my brows again. “Mason, you took a bullet for me. I think we’re square. Besides, I’m the lucky one. If I wasn’t at your house that day, Tom probably would’ve gotten me.”

  He shook his head. “That’s my fault. I should’ve had the security team following you everywhere. Not just monitoring your apartment.”

  I shrugged. “I’m pretty sure Tom still would’ve found me and taken me eventually. And like I said, you took a goddamned bullet for me. So you can stop with all this ‘I don’t deserve you’ crap. You do, and I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me now.”

  He smiled and nodded slowly. “Pretty sure I can live with that.”

  “Good.” I returned his smile, noticing how he was eyeing my lips.

  I leaned in and let him kiss me. It was slow and soft at first, and then he pulled my lower lip into his mouth, giving it extra attention with his teeth. I gasped at the scorching intensity, breathing deeply. God, how I’d missed this.

  Mason finally released me, leveling his eyes with mine. “I love you,” he said in a low, soft voice.

  “I love you too,” I murmured, filled with unshakable joy as I stroked a hand over his hard chest. “You have no idea how happy I am that you’re still here. I seriously thought I was going to lose you that day.” I pulled my hand back a moment later. “Speaking of still being alive, you should finish your breakfast before you starve.”

  “I know what I’d rather eat after that kiss,” he said, arching one eyebrow.

  I giggled softly. “Tempting, but you need your strength. You’ll have to have the bacon and eggs instead.”

  I watched him work away at the food, and then I stood up. “I’ll be back in a minute. I’m going to make some coffee for myself and get you some juice to wash all that down.”

  “I’ll get it,” he said, sitting up straighter.

  I shook my head. “No, stay there. The doctor doesn’t want you to walk around yet. Not for another three days, at least.”

  He waved a hand at me. “I’ll be fine. You’ve already cooked me breakfast, not to mention how much you’ve taken care of me over the last two weeks. Let me make you a damn coffee.”

  I put my hands on my hips and fixed him with a stern glare. “Since you arrived here, you’ve only been allowed to walk yourself to the toilet, shower, or basin to brush your teeth and wash your hands. That’s it. Doctor’s orders,” I said. “You don’t need to feel bad for making me run around and fetch everything for you. I know you’d do the same for me. Remember how you nursed me after I got bitten by that snake?”

  “That was a bit different.”

  “Not to me. As far as I’m concerned, I’m your slave for the time being.”

  Mason gave me a wolfish grin. “I can definitely live with that,” he said slowly. “But if you really want me to be my slave, you’ll have to be naked aside from a collar. You’ll have to crawl everywhere as well.”

  I sucked my upper lip as I considered getting down on my hands and knees. “Um. I guess I can do that.”

  “I’m kidding, baby girl.”

  “Well, it wouldn’t surprise me if you were actually serious.” I laughed and walked away.

  As I busied myself in the kitchen a few minutes later, Mason called out to me. “Jolie? Is the dressing supposed to be wet?”

  I hurried back into the bedroom, forehead wrinkling with concern. “No. You didn’t burst one of the stitches, did you?”

  He shook his head and lifted the sheet to show me his abdomen. “There’s no blood. It’s just wet.”

  I frowned and leaned down to look at it. “It must be sweat. It’s pretty hot in here. I’ll turn the air-conditioner back on and change it for you.”

  I went and grabbed some wipes and a new dressing along with the antiseptic spray the nurse had given me to use whenever I needed to change one of the dressings myself.

  After I’d peeled the old dres
sing off and disposed of it, I cleaned around the stitches with the wipes before picking up the spray. “Sorry,” I said, gritting my teeth at the mere thought of using it. “This is going to hurt. It’s much easier to do it when you’re asleep.”

  “It’s fine.”

  As I applied the stinging antiseptic to Mason’s stitched wound, hot desire began to tingle deep in my core. The way his muscles tightened under my hands, the way he spared me the grunting profanity I knew I’d let out if the situation was reversed… he was trying to be strong for me. He was strong for me.

  I couldn’t resist that in a man. Especially when that man happened to look like Mason Ashwood.

  “You know, there’s actually a natural type of painkiller available if you want it,” I said softly, affixing the new dressing to his abdomen.

  “I thought you said the doctor wanted me to stop taking them,” Mason replied.

  I licked my lips. “Natural painkiller,” I said, emphasizing the first word this time. “Totally fine to have, even when you’re being weaned off medicated pain relief.”

  Mason’s brows lifted. “What are you talking about?”

  I moved one hand beneath the sheets and stroked along one of the muscled lines on his abdomen. “Orgasm,” I replied in a matter-of-fact tone. “I once read that it releases certain chemicals in your blood that can relieve pain. Endorphins or something.”

  A devilish smile was playing on Mason’s lips now. “If I’m barely allowed to walk, I think sex is out of the equation too.”

  “It is,” I murmured. I felt his cock stiffening against my hand, and I smiled back up at him. “For at least a week.”

  “Then you better watch those hands,” he growled. “Because I’m dangerously close to bending you over this bed and bursting all these stitches while I fuck that naughty little ass of yours.”

  “We might not be able to have sex, but there’s still something I can do for you.” I licked my lips again, slower this time.

  Understanding dawned in Mason’s eyes, and he pushed the sheet down slowly. Inch by inch, his stiff length appeared. My core began to ache at the sight. I couldn’t wait until he had his stitches out so he could fulfil that earlier promise and bend me over the bed to fuck my brains out.

  “Take your shirt off,” he ordered. “And your pants. I want to see you.”

  I did as he said, quickly removing my top and jeans.

  “Bra too,” Mason said, staring me down.

  I unclipped my lacy pink bra and threw it on the other side of the bed before positioning myself near Mason’s thighs, folding my knees underneath me. He reached out and squeezed my breasts, rolling my nipples around in his fingertips until they turned hard. Then he grabbed my right hand and placed it on his cock, wrapping my fingers around the base of his thick girth.

  He used his other hand to wrap around my hair until he had it locked in a tight fist, and he yanked my head downward so that my face was only an inch from his cock. Lightning bolts of pleasure and pain shot through me as he pulled me even closer, starting in my scalp and spreading all the way down to my toes.

  “Suck me,” Mason commanded. “I want lots of tongue and lots of hand.”

  I happily obeyed, knowing he was going to fuck my mouth so hard I’d be sore tomorrow. Like I was nothing but a toy to be used for his pleasure.

  I opened wide and took him deep in my throat, loving the way he stretched me wide. At the same time, I tightened my grip on his shaft and pumped him, growing wetter and wetter between the legs as I moved him deeper into my mouth.

  When I began to bob up and down, Mason let out a deep groan. “Just like that,” he muttered, eyes on me as I licked the tip of his cock. “Oh, fuck…”

  He began to thrust his hips upward, hard and fast. Not an ounce of tenderness. Saliva quickly pooled in my cheeks and dripped out of my lips as I let him fuck my mouth. The harder he pushed in, the more the saliva leaked out of me, dripping down onto his balls.

  “Get down there and suck them,” Mason grunted, pulling my head off his cock. “Clean up your mess.”

  I lowered my head to his balls and massaged them with my tongue before pulling them into my mouth and sucking them, slowly and gently rolling them around as I continued to swirl my tongue over the tender area. Mason groaned beneath me, and I quickly moved back to his cock and sucked it between my lips. He began to fuck my mouth even harder, ramming his cock right to the back of my throat with each harsh thrust.

  I loved how aggressively he behaved when he was aroused, loved how much he wanted to use me to relieve all his tension and frustration. I loved the primal grunts and groans too. Each raw sound made my pussy clench with desperate desire. I’d never been so eager for a man’s cum.

  Mason’s hand dug into my scalp again. The muscles in his thighs tightened, and he shoved himself inside me as deep as possible, forcing my head all the way down until I was practically choking. Then he finally came, shooting his hot seed into the back of my throat.

  When he was satisfied, he pulled his softening cock out of my mouth and groaned, chest heaving as he breathed deeply. Awe was heavy in his gaze as he looked down at me. “You’re so fucking good at sucking my cock,” he said. “You deserve to come too.”

  I shook my head sadly. “We really can’t do anything else. We’re lucky you didn’t break a stitch with all that thrusting you were doing just then,” I said. “But in a few more days, you can—”

  He cut me off, pressing a finger to my lips. “Sit on my face,” he ordered.

  “What?”

  He grabbed the remote from the bedside table and pressed the button to return the mattress to its original flat state. “You heard me. Get over here.”

  My heart began to race, and I chewed my bottom lip. “What if I hurt you?”

  “You won’t be anywhere near the stitches,” Mason said, eyes turning dark and narrow with desire. “Now do it. Take those panties off and let me tongue-fuck you.”

  “Are you sure—”

  “Don’t make me tell you again. I might be injured right now, but I can still punish a bad girl easily enough,” he growled.

  With trembling hands, I slid my panties off, letting them drop to the floor. Then I got on the bed and positioned myself over Mason’s face, knees resting on either side of him, just above his shoulders.

  He held me in place, hands firmly gripping my ass, and then he shoved his mouth between my legs and sucked my clit so hard I almost came then and there. His stubble scratched against my inner thighs, adding the tiniest hint of pain, and I closed my eyes and moaned, digging my hands into his thick hair to keep myself steady.

  He rolled his tongue around my clit before sucking it into his mouth again. Then he drove his tongue deep inside my slick pussy, tasting my arousal. I was so wet and ready that I could easily move myself down and impale myself on his huge thick cock without any more foreplay if I wanted, and it took every ounce of my strength to resist the urge to do so. I couldn’t risk it.

  Mason’s mouth kept working at me, licking and sucking like he was starving and my pussy was a feast. A fire blazed at the bottom of my spine, curling upward as it turned into a pressure too intense for words. When Mason circled my clit with his tongue again, it shocked me like a jolt of electricity, and I shattered into tiny fragments. I arched my back and shuddered, gasping as the pleasure spiraled into a frenzy. It was so good I could barely breathe. Every time I managed to drag air into my lungs, it was never enough.

  With shaking legs, I dismounted. Mason smiled devilishly at me, lips coated in a film of my arousal. He leaned over and kissed my chest as I lay next to him. “I still want to fuck you,” he murmured. “But I guess that will have to do for now.”

  “I know,” I murmured. My whole body was still shaking. “God, I can’t wait.”

  We lay in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the cool breeze from the air-conditioner as it fanned over our hot, sweaty skin. I knew our troubles still weren’t over—far from it—but when we lay like this, naked and close, everything in the world felt right and perfect anyway.

  “Have we talked about what happened that day?” Mason asked a moment later, turning his head to glance at me. “Since I got out of hospital, I mean. I can’t remember.”

  “Which day? We’ve had a few of them,” I said with a teasing smile.

  He ruffled my hair. “The day I got shot, smart-ass.”