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Howard's Way (5)

By Wolfie Steel

The dawn of the following morning arrives, the sun's rays stream in between the gap in the curtains that cover the hotel rooms window, bathing a Husky and Doberman in a slither of warm light, the warmth of the sun however does not come anywhere near to the warmth that the two canines feel as they are both wrapped in each other's arms.

I lie there snuggled up with the sexy Husky knowing that every moment that I spend with him allows me to fall even more in love with him. Sometimes I wish I could read minds because I would love to know if Mason feels the same way about me.

Mason slowly begins to wake, his eyes focus on me and a smile forms on his muzzle, well I guess that is a pretty affirmative answer to my question.

"Morning Tom, how did my sexy Doberman sleep last night?"

My heart melts as I hear those words come from the beautiful Husky.

"Mason, sweetheart, the past few days that I have been with you have been the best ever, I have finally been able to get some decent sleep, it also amazes the hell out of me that you are still here with me"

A slight look of sadness now falls over Mason's features.

"The way I see it babe is this, Avril's loss is my gain, she had her chance to make you happy and she blew it, now just put that bitch out of your mind, she can no longer hurt you, you have nothing else that she can use against you, but I'm willing to bet that if she finds out that you and the Mermaid yard are back in the black, she will come back with her tail tucked between her legs, trust me, I know a gold digger when I see one"

I lick Mason's sexy muzzle.

"Don't let Jack hear you say that about Avril, oh sure he hates every bone in her body for what she put me through, but he is still her father...mores the pity"

Mason lets out a chuckle.

"Poor bastard"

I can't help but laugh at Mason's words, but Mason has said what I have been thinking for quite some time, I mean yes sure, he is Avril's father so by rights I should cut all ties with the family and make a new start somewhere else, but Jack is not the one that stabbed me in the back, or kicked me when I was down, in fact quite the opposite, he has stood by me through thick and thin, when the yard first began to struggle he was there, when I had to break the news to the yard workers about them being laid off, he was there, and when I had to meet with the workers that decided to stay on and tell them that we could no longer afford to pay them, Jack was there.

In a lot of ways Mason reminds me of Jack, he takes shit from no one, and when the waves start getting a little rough, he is there to calm the waters and steady the ship, my thoughts are broken by Mason clearing his throat.

"Okay Tom, it's time for us to shake our tails and head back to the house, the first of the deliveries is due at any time"

I nod gently and begin to get dressed, Mason slowly climbs out of bed and walks around to meet me, he then takes my muzzle in a sweet and passionate kiss before he heads off to the bathroom. Once Mason is done in the bathroom he then gets himself dressed and we both head back out of the hotel room and towards my car.

After much swearing the car finally coughs into life and we make the journey back to the house, as we arrive I see that a delivery truck is already waiting, the driver is just getting back into the truck when he sees me quickly exiting my car, the Horse makes his way over to me.

"Are you Mr. Tom Howard?"

I apologise to the Horse and quickly rush to open the gates. With the gates open I unlock the front door of the house so that the delivery guys can start offloading the goods, I then run back to my car which I had left running and move it into the driveway.

A huge queen sized bed, four massive wardrobes, and two night tables later and the first delivery truck is gone, fortunately for us when Avril went on her trashing spree it seems that she only went for the wallpaper and light fittings, the polished wooden floor were intact, aside from being very dusty, however the dust problem is soon fixed with a soft head broom and a dustpan and brush.

Once the bedroom floor is clear, Mason and I push the huge bed into position, we then spend the rest of the day putting the wardrobes together and accepting any other deliveries.

By 4.30pm Mason and I are heading back to the hotel for dinner and a shower, with both of us now showered, fed and packed, Mason pays the hotel bill and hands over the keys, we then head back to the car and drive back to the house, as we make the journey Mason calls for a taxi to meet us at the house, we will then leave my car at the house and head to the airport by taxi.

We stop by my caravan first so that I can collect my passport and a change of clothes and then we arrive back at the house. As we arrive the taxi pulls in behind us, I lock my car up and post the keys through the mailbox of the house. Mason has loaded our cases into the back of the taxi and asked the driver to wait outside the gates.

Both Mason and I walk through the gates paw in paw, we then pull the gates shut and make sure that they are locked, we then get into the taxi and begin the journey to the airport.

We arrive at the airport and we head into the airport and straight towards the ticket desk, Mason pulls out his wallet and speaks to the Hyena behind the desk.

"Hi my name is Mason DeLuth and I am booked in on flight BA 2124 bound for Monaco"

The Hyena checks her screen.

"Ah yes Mr. DeLuth your booking is confirmed"

Mason then gets his credit card out.

"I was wondering if I could get another ticket for my partner either sitting next to me in my original seat or maybe changing my ticket so that I can be seated next to him"

Again the Hyena checks her screen.

"Well sir your original seat booking was for one so the seat next to you was already taken, however I do still have seats 25 and 26 free, so would you like me to make the adjustments?"

Mason agrees to the changes and so the Hyena now looks at me and continues.

"I take it that you have your passport with you sir?"

I nod and hand it over, she checks it over and then looks at me as if she is scrutinising me, she then stamps the page in my passport and hands it back to me, and she then produces the new tickets.

"You will be boarding at gate number 12, they will be opening it in about two hours so if you want to get something to eat and drink that will be fine, there are a few fast food areas close to your gate so you will be able to hear them when they call you, I hope you both have a good journey, see you again soon"

With that Mason and I head towards gate number 12, we find a little cafe area, I go to an empty table while Mason goes to the counter to order us something to eat and drink, while I sit and wait I look longingly at Mason, he is such a perfect specimen of the Husky breed, everything about him is just right, from his well kept head fur, to his professional posture, from his perfectly formed and rounded ass to the tip of his beautiful tail. I'm brought out of my daydreams by Mason's return.

"Hello, earth to Tom, earth to Tom come in please!"

I blink a couple of times as I return to real life.

"Sorry hon, guess I spaced out for a moment then"

Mason places the tray that is holding two drinks and two very wicked looking jam doughnuts, down onto the table.

"Well, since you were lost in space and staring at me, I guess that you found something that you like, and I have a pretty decent idea of what it is, too bad for you now though, as I am sitting on it"

The blush that I am now wrapped in is also giving off the heat of a super nova; one could probably fry an egg from two thousand meters away from the heat.

"I'm sorry Mason but I just can't help myself, I am a Doberman who just so happens to love watching a perfectly formed ass, and sweetheart, yours is perfectly formed"

I giggle as I now see that it is Mason's turn to feel the heat. With the blushes and the scorching heat now at an end we both sit and enjoy our snacks. An hour and a half later check-in for our flight is opened and announced over the public address system, and so with the bags with our change of clothes in held in our paws we head for the check-in desk, Mason hands over our two tickets and then we both show our passports again, we then dump our bags onto the conveyor belt and watch as they are whisked away and through a giant scanning machine. The clerk hands us our tickets and passports back and we then make our way through the gate and onto the plane.

We find our seats and the park our butts, with the flight only being a short one there is no time to get ready for an in flight movie and so I just settle down next to Mason and put my paw on top of his.

We are about half an hour into the flight when I take the ticket out of my pocket and look at it, something of interest catches my eye.

"Mason sweets, it might just be me not used to flying, but shouldn't our tickets say something about being a return flight?"

A smile graces Mason's muzzle.

"Don't worry Tom, we will be returning to Tarrant, but we won't be going commercial, you see being a race team owner means that I have a few toys to play with, one of them being a helicopter which will be waiting for us after the race, obviously I only use it on short journeys, and as I was in the States before coming to Tarrant, the only way to get there was by plane"

Oh goody, if I felt insecure in a plane I'm gonna be close to shitting bricks in a helicopter, but because I will be with my hunky Husky I guess I can get through it.

After two hours of flight we finally touch down at Fontvieille Airport in Monte Carlo, we make our way through customs and then head off to collect our small amount of baggage. As we lift our bags from the conveyor belt I hear Mason's name being called, I turn to the sound and find a huge and well muscled Horse; Mason looks at the Horse and smiles.

"Yo Max, can you carry Mr. Howard's bag to the car please, he has just been on a plane for the first time, and so I'm gonna have to kind of help him to move"

I gently thump Mason's shoulder; I then bend down to collect my bag but I am beaten to it by the Horse.

"Mr. Howard, please forgive me, but when the boss asks me to do a job, I do it, and as you are Mr. DeLuth's...guest, I will be taking your bag"

Up close with the Horse I could now see that he wasn't one to be messed with and so I allowed my bag to be collected, as we walk to the waiting car Mason introduces me to this herculean Horse.

"Tom, this is the team Vice Principle Max Bane, he is kind of my right hand hoss, Max this sexy Doberman is Mr. Tom Howard, co-owner of the Mermaid boat yard, he is the one who will be designing and helping to build my new boat"

The Horse holds up his fist for a fist bump, now I may be a little out of the loop when it comes to social greetings, but I have seen it done enough times in Tarrant to know what to do, with the introductions complete, Max leans down so that his mouth is now close to my ear and he whispers to me.

"You are one lucky Dobie, oh the nights that I have wanted to take that Husky's cherry, but I guess now that ain't gonna happen, because I have known Mason for a lot of years, and I can tell you now, that boy is off the market because he is 150 percent in love with you"

I blush at the Horse's forwardness but I also know that it was said with conviction and a whole lot of love.

I think that I am going to like being the love interest of an F1 Racing Team owner.