Ember (16 page)

Roxie

Eight Months Later…

So what has happened in these last eight months?

To be honest, not a lot, really, and that might sound boring, but to me, it’s heaven. After all the stress Joe and the secrets caused me, I was glad to have a simple life! As straight forward  a life being the girlfriend of a huge rock star can be, that is.

Weirdly, the disaster we have gone through has created a major press hype surrounding the band and has boosted nearly every freaking single and album they have released. At least some good has come out of all this crap in my life. I’ve had to deal with the aftermath of Joe even though he’s not here. While I was recovering in the hospital, the police were digging though Joe’s craziness, and it turns out his head was even more twisted than I thought. Through people who work for Black Inferno, which are probably the same contacts that Natasha went through, they found out where Joe had been hiding and what they found freaked out everyone.

The building was long abandoned, dirty, and filled with enough evidence to lock him up for a really long time if he wasn’t dead. Not only was there blood in every single room and disgusting bodily fluids, but there was a sick tick list of women he had used and abused that looked scarily like me. According to the police, the women and girls he had taken had been missing for a number of months, but sadly, only two have been found. From the statements by the victims, Joe would use them and call them their little Roxie girls which made me shiver when I heard about it. When he was finished with them, he would pass them along to his men who would beat, abuse and torture them until a new girl came along and they got bored with her. They would sell her to the highest bidder to their sick and twisted contacts, and then the whole cycle would start all over again with another girl. Knowing this makes me fear for Natasha. We have to find her, and not a day goes by where I don’t think about her and hope for her safety.

On the plus side, we have had some special moments. After Mason and I found out that we were having a son, I was forced to bed rest for the remainder of my pregnancy. I knew it was for the good of my baby boy, but it almost killed me. I was so bored of sitting on my ass, and I swear to god my butt started to get flat and I was not having that!

Obviously, my little boy was on the same wave length as me, because the next morning I woke to a wet bed. My water broke! Yes, it was all a little scary because he was coming five weeks early, but after the scare we had months earlier, it was a much better outcome, and little Quinton Rocco Masse was born at a heathy weight of 8lbs 3oz despite him being early. He is my absolute world, and I can’t ever think of my life without him or even my life before he was here. It feels like he’s always been here with me, even though he’s only five months old. He’s so chubby and chunky that everyone just wants to squeeze him when they see him, but the best thing that warms my heart is the fact that little Quinn is looks exactly like his daddy. Even though I knew by the dates that Quinton is not by any means Joe’s child, we had a DNA test when he was born, just to be on the safe side, and it confirmed that Mason was the father. So now when I look into my son’s eyes and see Mason’s hazel ones shining back at me, I couldn’t be happier.

“Rox!?” I hear Mason shout at me.

“Up here,” I reply, but I don’t move at all.

I hear Mason’s feet as he finds me and enters the room I’m in. Mason laughs when he sees me. “Babe, are you going to stare at Rocco all night?”

Quinton has a few nicknames already, and I ‘m sure when he’s older he will let us know what he prefers, but right now we all have a mixture from Quinn, Rocco, Rocky and Baby Mase.

I nod in answer to Mason, because I just want to watch my baby boy sleeping. He looks so peaceful and beautiful. I am so relieved all our stress has gone now that Quinton is here.

“You need a new hobby, babe,” Mason jokes.

“Shut up,” I whisper. “Quinn is my hobby now.”

Truthfully, he is. Since I went to rehab, my job fired my ass, so all I do is look after my son. I don’t even mind at all. It’s not like I have to work, because Mason has money coming out of his ass, but, eventually, I do want to get back into some line of work. Until then I’m going to enjoy my little boy as much as I possibly can.

Mason steps closer, and my body immediately becomes aware of him, but I continue to look down into Quinton’s crib to make it appear as if I’m not paying my boyfriend any attention. Mason wraps his arms around me and I melt, I always do where Mason is concerned. He nibbles on the bottom of my neck, and my body shivers.

“You sure about that?” he asks me, kissing his way from my neck to my shoulder. My head falls back onto his, and I close my eyes and sigh. “You like that, baby?”

I nod again and bite down on my lip, because right now I do not want to wake Quinton up and I need him asleep for what I want to do. Mason reaches under my top and flicks my nipple, which becomes my undoing. I turn in his arms and push him backwards out of the room, and we keep eye contact, full of heat, as we make our way into our bedroom.

I live with Mason now. As soon as I was out of the hospital, I found my things had been moved from my room at Cole’s place and into Mason’s. I didn’t kick up a fuss, because it’s what I wanted, too.

I giggle as Mason tackles me onto the bed like a wild animal and rips away my clothes so I end up naked under him. His chest moves rapidly as he breathes, and I stare up at him in wonder. How did I manage to get him back in my life?

Mason leans down and kisses me. “Stop.”

“What?” I say against his mouth.

“You’re thinking.” He kisses me. “Stop.”

Mason travels kisses all over me so my body feels so sensitive. I need more, and just as I’m about to demand for it, Mason takes my mouth with his. His hands softly stroke my breasts, down to my stomach, and, eventually, under my thong. When he finds me wet and waiting for him I feel his mouth smile just before he tortures my clit. Round and round he goes, making me squirm and whimper.

“Mason,” I plead. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Explode on my finger,” he growls.

I really don’t want to come just yet, though, so I fight against the oncoming orgasm. I shake my head in denial and pant loudly as he adds another finger to rub against my most sensitive spot.

“Come,” Mason demands, and just like that, with one more flick, I come undone. My head tilts back and I groan my pleasure out load.

I feel Mason’s fingers leave me but my body is still tingling from my orgasm so I stay put and keep my eyes closed. My legs feel like jelly as Mason settles himself between them and kisses a line from belly button up to my breasts. With one hard thrust, Mason slams himself into me, and my legs automatically wrap around him as I gasp.

I will always love the feeling of Mason inside me. I crave it all the time, no matter where we are I dream of when his long and hard cock will be deep inside again.

“Let me see those eyes,” he asks, and when I do, I find him smiling down at me.

Without any other words, he begins to move. It’s slow, and deep, and oh so intense. Mason growls as I groan, our very own melody.

“Mason,” I moan. “Fuck me, Mason.”

With one last gentle kiss, Mason leans up and grabs my legs and lifts them over his shoulders. When he sinks himself into me again, he’s so deep that my mouth falls open and my eyes roll.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp.

Mason groans deeply and then begins to move faster. I thrust harder and harder with every pounding, and I grip onto the bed sheets as pleasure begins to overtake me once again.

I’ve had a fucked up journey to get where I am right now, but I weirdly wouldn’t change a thing; I’m scared that I wouldn’t have ended up where I am right now, and I am really happy where I am. Life couldn’t be any better...it really couldn’t.

Thank you for reading Ember and I hope you love my characters as much as I do. Please could you give me a review and let me know, I love hearing from you.

If you are wondering what’s going to happen next, then I can’t say too much but I can tell you that the next book in the Black Inferno series will be Crystal and Bookers story and I know a few of you will be happy to hear that.

Of course, if you’re wondering about Natasha, you will not have to wait too long. She will feature in my Kings of Rebellion series which is a brand new series of mine. Book 1, called Karma will release May/June 2015 and Natasha will meet another character of mine from the Decoy series, Lauren.

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