Chapter 21 Mason
It was the middle of the night, and once again I couldn't sleep. Olivia was in the mess of blankets on my bed, where she'd taken to staying every night since Noah had left, and a little snore escaped her to break the heavy silence. I smiled and a puff of laughter escaped me as I swiveled the chair I was sitting on back to face my desk, continuing to write in the journal I'd picked up a month ago.
Noah, if only you knew how much we missed you here. I know I've lamented several times in these pages, but having you here was like finding the one thing you've been searching for, the last piece of your heart that you know is out there somewhere. It's not even just about the sex; although don't get me wrong... I think about it a lot. How your ass felt clenched around me, hot and greedy. Watching you fuck Olivia until she was an incoherent mess. Fuck Noah, Olivia and I still talk about you, fantasize you're here, when we have sex.
But besides all that, getting to know your quirks, your likes and dislikes, watching you come into yourself while you were here- it all felt like magic. Like watching the bricks of a house getting stacked onto one another and fitting together seamlessly with the others.
By now, we know who you were when you came to our mountain, beaten and bloodied and left for dead. Even in our seclusion, we've heard reports on your comings and goings, and we can only imagine how chaotic your life became when you got back. We know you're still alive, and seem to be thriving in your return. We only hope that you haven't forgotten us. The Noah we came to know is a different man than Slate. But if Slate is who you want to be, we also understand. And we'll respect that.
It's already been two months since you left us, and every day we wake up without you is harder than the last. I confess that sometimes I resent you for showing us that we were right, that we'd always been missing something. Someone. And I believe with every fiber of my being that that is YOU. Waiting around for you to realize it too is the hard part. Not going straight to you and demanding you come back is a temptation I have to withstand daily.
I only hope you don't wait too long to come back, as I can feel Olivia building walls around her. She is a strong woman, but there's only so much hope and heartbreak she can withstand. I'm afraid that if you come back, by that time she'll have decided that all that isn't worth it, and she won't need you anymore. Or us.
Gah, the ramblings of a man in love who can't do shit but wait, awake, alone, and naked from my heart to my body. Please, Noah, come back.
At the scribble of those final words, another letter I know I'll never send, I heard the shifting of Olivia behind me, the sheets sliding off her naked body as she sat up, rubbing her eyes.
"Mason? What're you doing?" Her sleepy, scratchy voice pulled at my groin, the remnants of hot memories with Noah I'd written about stirring me up.
I turned around in the chair, letting her take in my nakedness. Her eyes went from sleepy to mischievous interest as she took me in, noticing how hard I already was. "I was just writing," I responded, crooking a finger at her, beckoning her to me.
She slid from the bed, her nipples furled and ready. I watched her with appreciation in my eyes, loving the way her body moved. I took in every imperfection she believed she had and loved them for what they were- a part of her. She stopped in front of me, waiting for my next command.
"I love you, Olivia. With everything I have. I don't think I tell you enough, or at least not in a way for you to understand. I have always loved you. You are my friend, my lover, and my partner in everything. And I never want you to feel like YOU aren't enough for me."
Tears gathered in her eyes, threatening to spill over at my words. I motioned for her to come and settle on my lap, and after she did I gathered her in my arms, hugging her tightly to me. She squeezed me back just as tightly, and lightly kissed my shoulder in silent acknowledgement of my words.
We stayed like that for a few moments, until neither of us could ignore the fact that I was hard as hell under her and she was slick against me, needy and wanting. Her hips shifted against mine and rubbed me in a way she knew I loved. A soft breath of a moan escaped me, encouraging her to take what she wanted.
She leaned back, her hands on my shoulders for support as she swiveled her hips against mine, making sure she felt every inch of me against her.
"What do you want, Olivia? Your choice tonight." It wasn't often that I gave her the freedom to choose completely, as it wasn't something either of us wanted that much. But something about tonight was telling me that it was what she needed. And maybe what I needed, too.
"I just want you, Mason. I just want it to be us tonight. No worries or sadness. No one else in the back of our heads. I need you and me, here, together."
"As always," I said with a smile and lifted her up in my arms, "We are on the same page baby."
I made love to her in what was quickly becoming not just my bed, but ours, and while missing Noah was a pang in my heart, I knew that no matter what happened Olivia and I were going to figure it out.