by JP Sayle
“I’ll put her down, if you’d like?” The yearning look he wore was hard to resist, and against my better judgement, I agreed.
While Mason took River to her room, I went and changed out of my wet clothes. In just a pair of cut-offs, I went to River’s room. Mason tucked the light pink blanket around River’s sleeping form, his expression softening as he stroked the hair off her face before he stood up.
The earlier feelings returned, only this time I had no chance to shore up any defense when Mason faced me. His soft, loving expression touched my heart in ways that only Lizzie and River had. Breathless from the ball of emotion lodged in my throat, I stared at him.
Could I put my faith in him?
As if he’d read my mind, he came toward me and stood inches from me, his eyes daring me to try to accept him and what he freely offered.
“Do you wanna stay?”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Mason
Was he asking me to stay the night or just to fuck? I wasn’t able to distinguish between the two, with the tension buzzing between us. “Are you asking me to spend the night?” I asked hesitantly.
If he only wanted a quick fuck, then I wanted to say I’d be brave enough to refuse, but I knew differently. Right then, I’d take whatever he was offering me after I’d seen the grief on his face when he’d been watching me with River. I’d somehow known he’d been thinking about his sister. His expression had torn at my heart and left me with a need to make it better for him in any way I could. To make him forget that life could be painful and replace it with something special.
He didn’t answer me, but instead held out his hand. I slid mine into his and he led me out of River’s room, quietly closing the door, A part of me acknowledged that this was where we’d been heading, from the moment I’d laid eyes on him.
Entering his bedroom for the first time, I glanced about the masculine room. The walls were cream, and only the one opposite the large oak-framed bed held pictures, one of River and one of Lizzie. The similarity between the two faces was striking, and I was reminded of Linc’s eyes as I stared at the photos. “Your sister was beautiful,” I murmured.
The heat of his body penetrated my still damp shirt as his arms enfolded me from behind. His warm breath touched my neck before his lips. “I don’t wanna think about Lizzie right now.”
His tone indicated I should drop the subject, so I tilted my head to the side and gave his mouth better access to my neck. I leaned back into his embrace and his arms tightened. His heart thudded against my back, and I groaned as his tongue traced a line from the crook of my neck, up to my ear. He blew on the wet skin and sent a shiver through me.
His mouth moved to my ear and he whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t remember your own name, then I’m gonna do it again.”
My whole body shuddered, and a wave of dizziness swept over me as all the blood circulating in my body decided to relocate in my groin. “Promises, promises,” I gasped as his teeth bit at my lobe and one of his large hands pressed against my lower stomach while he ground his hard length against my ass.
“It ain’t a promise, it’s a threat,” he rasped in that smoky voice that did crazy things to my heart.
His arms released me, but I didn’t get time to protest their loss before he took hold of the hem of my T-shirt and tugged it up over my head. I stood waiting to see what he’d do next, not daring to look back at him for fear he’d stop. I didn’t need to wait long when his fingers dug into the waistband of my shorts and underwear. There was the sound of movement behind me before he slid my clothes down my bare legs. It was only when I felt his hot breath touch my ass cheek that I realized he’d knelt behind me.
The second the air touched my dick, goosebumps rode up all over my body and my fingernails dug into my palms to stop myself from stroking my throbbing flesh. Last thing I wanted to do was blow my load before we’d even started. Only thing was, he’d gotten me so worked up that I wasn’t sure if I could hold back.
“Lift up,” he tapped at the leg he wanted me to lift.
Concentrating on that, I lifted first one, then the other leg as he freed me from my clothes and shoes. He remained on his knees behind me as his hands stroked up my legs, till he reached my hip bones. His fingers skimmed over my skin, tiny licks of desire spreading through my body as I moaned low in my throat, very aware that River was in the next room.
Then his lips touched my ass and opened. His tongue lapped at the skin while his fingers continued to stroke over my lower abdomen, close enough to touch my cock that pulsed and bobbed to show how much it loved Linc’s gentle touches.
Emotions swelled in the center of my chest, making it hard to think. Any thoughts that this would be a quick fuck disappeared as Linc paid homage to my ass with his lips and tongue. As the warm, wet tongue slid between my ass cheeks, I mewled.
His tongue teased the crease before his hands stopped their torment and moved to my ass to spread my cheeks. My knees buckled when his tongue pressed against the rim and he groaned. Hot breath gusted over my hole as he murmured against my flesh, “You taste fuckin’ unbelievable.”
With nothing to say to that, I locked my quivering knees and hoped like hell I didn’t embarrass myself by toppling over when his tongue got busy.
I wasn’t sure who was making the most noise as I struggled to keep quiet. Linc’s fingers dug painfully into my ass, holding my clenching cheeks apart. My cock dripped its approval all over the wooden floor in front of me. My hips rocked back, and Linc growled as his tongue slid into my body.
“Oh fuck…shit…Linc!” I cried out, forgetting to keep quiet under the onslaught of desire flowing through me. I grabbed for my cock, panting and ringing the base to stop the impending orgasm as Linc worked a finger into my ass alongside his tongue.
He didn’t let up as his tongue lapped at my sensitive skin leaving a trail of saliva he used as lube to stretch me. By the time he had three fingers in my ass, my whole body was shaking. Sweat coated my skin and I was struggling to think past the need to come on his fingers. Sheer willpower, and the need to have him inside me, kept me ringing my cock.
“Christ, I’m ready for fucksake,” I ground out breathlessly.
When he finally removed his fingers and mouth from my body, I let out a relieved moan, only to find myself physically lifted and carried to the bed. I was by no means small, and the show of strength did funny things to my insides while the hungry stare that met mine left me breathless.
His careful handling of me as he laid me on the bed left my heart exposed. He stepped back and let me look my fill as he removed his cut-offs. His body was stunning. It wasn’t a gym honed body, more one that showed he wasn’t afraid of hard work. His broad chest was the only place that had tattoos. His thighs were thick, his cock was long and wide, and the hair at the base was dark and a little unruly.
I waxed, having always preferred smooth skin, yet, as I stared at him, I wanted to run my fingers through the silky hair to see if it was as soft as it looked. There were scars that spoke to the battles he’d endured, and it made me ache for him in a different way.
As if sensing my mood shift, he went to the bedside cabinet and retrieved lube and two condoms, one of which he threw on the bed next to me, reminding me of his earlier promise.
My ass clenched as he gloved up and used a liberal amount of lube on his cock. When he crawled over top of me, his hair fell in a shroud around us. The intimate feeling it gave left me yearning as I reached up to take hold of his cheeks.
His cock nudged at my sensitive rim. I groaned as he rocked against me and put pressure on my dick that was trapped between us. The evidence of my arousal smeared over both of us as he continued to torment me. “Please,” I begged.
The air left my lungs in a rush as he thrust into me in one long stroke and his pelvis met my groin. He held still, his eyes holding me captive with dark intensity.
His cock felt as if it had hit my tonsils as I struggled to breathe through the f
ull feeling, and the buzz of pain that accompanied it. Then his lips lowered to mine, and the pain was forgotten as his desire for me was all I could taste while he devoured my mouth.
His hips started to move slowly back and forth, his cock grazing my prostate in the most delicious way. That, with the assault on my mouth, had me moving. It seemed to give him the green light because his hips sped up and took me into a world of soul-searing pleasure that I hoped would never end.
His mouth left mine as our chests heaved in unison from the lack of oxygen.
The raw passion etched into his face as he looked at me, stole my ability to think, never mind breathe. Something passed over his face so fast I couldn’t comprehend what it was before he rose up slightly and his hips started to piston so fast, I could do nothing but cling onto his bulging biceps.
As the maddening tingle in my balls licked its way down my cock and into my ass, I sucked in a noisy breath as my body let go. “Holyyyyyyyy fuckkkkkk!” I cried in a strangled whisper as hot spurts of cum fired from my body, hitting anything in its path. My cock pulsed and throbbed as Linc ground his body against mine.
My body arched up as he continued to seek his own pleasure, his face a fierce mask of concentration. That his whole focus was on me, extended my orgasm, and though the spurts were less forceful, my cock continued to release cum.
“Yessssssssss,” Linc cried as he buried his face in my neck, his large body convulsing on top of mine as he found his release. His hips rocked against mine, and cum spread up my body in a sticky mess, but I didn’t care as I wrapped my arms around him and held him close.
The minutes ticked by as he relaxed against me, while I stroked my hands along the length of his back, and our breathing settled.
His mouth nuzzled into the side of my neck, his whiskers brushing against the delicate skin, causing me to shiver in delight.
“You cold?” he murmured. His body shifted over mine as if trying to get closer, not that there was any space between us with him still lying fully on top of me.
“No, I’m fine,” I answered, twisting my head a little to look at him.
He shifted slightly to meet my gaze, the lazy smile I was coming to love gracing his mouth. “Good, cause I’ve a threat to make good on.” My laugh turned into a groan as his mouth met mine in a hungry kiss.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lincoln
The last few weeks had flown by in a flurry of dates and unexpected trips to places I’d never bothered to visit, as Mason worked on exploring all that Belton had to offer. I’d always been so caught up in the club, work, and River, it was a surprise to realize the town that had been my home all this time had so many things to do. And Mason had made it his mission to show me.
He made it impossible for me to find my balance, to take a step back. Even when I didn’t see him for a few days when work got in the way, he was all I could think about. It was fucking with my head, it had to be, when all I could think about was the next time we’d be together.
It wasn’t all about the sex either, although the sex was off the charts good. No, I wanted time with him. He was funny, light-hearted, loving, giving, and created an inner peace inside me I’d never experienced with anyone. Even the grief I’d carried since Lizzie’s death seemed to have lessened with his quiet presence. And it begged the question, what did he see in me?
Evidently, he didn’t see the bad boy, and he didn’t appear to listen to the snide comments from the townsfolks when we were out. He just clung to my fingers tighter and stood tall. All these things made it harder and harder to fight what was growing between us. Did I want more? Could someone like him really see a future with me? Why was I thinking about more when I’d never wanted it before?
He sees you. He sees the light beneath the dark.
I ran my fingers through my hair, eying the open door as I listened to the clash of music coming from downstairs and next door. Could I talk to Nutty about this? Nah, she was biased and had made no bones about how happy she was about the amount of time Mason spent here. Kyle, on the other hand, was still acting weird, but he might be a better option.
As if I’d somehow conjured him up, his head appeared through the open door.
“Hey, Linc, you got a sec to look at a design? Somethin’ is off, but I can’t figure out what it is, and the guy is due in shortly.”
His face showed frustration, so I nodded and strode toward him. “I’ve got a few minutes before Mason gets here.”
His expression immediately changed, and he grinned up at me. “He’s eager that’s like the fourth time he’s been here in the last couple weeks, right?” Kyle’s brow pinched before it smoothed out. “You’re a lucky bastard. You got a real sweetheart there.”
My feet faltered at the depth of feeling that came from those words. Had I gotten a real sweetheart? If so, what was I supposed to do about it with all that was going to go down at the weekend? “I suppose,” I muttered, not sure how to respond. “He’s like no man I’ve ever met before.”
Kyle chuckled. “That’s because the only guys you meet are at the clubhouse…or the hook-ups in Austin. You can’t compare those to someone like Mason. That man has long-term commitment written all over him.”
My throat suddenly became dry, and I struggled to swallow. A thin layer of sweat beaded my brow as I stood inside Kyle’s room, feeling as if I was hurtling down the highway at one-hundred miles an hour with nothing to shield my body. I blew out a frustrated breath. “Show me the design.”
I used the design as an excuse to see if I could get him to talk to me about whatever was going on with him. Twenty minutes later, the design was altered, and Kyle had remained tight-lipped. I walked down the stairs, huffing in frustration. He’d told me in no uncertain terms to butt out, so I’d shut up, because I hated when folks got into my business.
A smile formed on my lips as I hit the bottom step. The habit of waiting for Mason in the shop was something I’d sort of slipped into over the last few weeks, though I tried not to think too hard about it.
Nutty was on the phone as I hit the bottom stair. She gave me a bright smile while she carried on talking. “Yep, that’s right, it will be January before there’s an open appointment. Yep. I know. Cool.” The conversation continued, with Nutty giving one or two word answers as she scribbled in the schedule.
When she put the phone down, she scowled. “Why do folks not get that you have a waiting list?” she complained.
I didn’t get a chance to answer as Mason walked through the door, looking every bit the high-powered lawyer he was. Although his suit jacket was missing and was probably in the car, as was his habit when he drove, he still looked every inch the professional. The pale pink shirt looked a little limp from the heat, but he smelled crisp and fresh as he came toward me. His navy pants were cut to fit him perfectly, and I knew they would hug his perfect ass. An ass I worshiped and couldn’t wait to get my hands on after not seeing him for the last two days.
He acknowledged Nutty with a grin, but the audience sitting and gawking in the waiting room he paid no attention to as he stepped into my body, his mouth lifting for a kiss. With the heat and scent of him surrounding me, there was no thought of refusing him.
The tug of arousal unfurled inside me, and I took hold of the nape of his neck. Our gazes met and held for a brief second. The warmth and affection swirling in Mason’s sea-green eyes created a warm sensation in the center of my chest. The overwhelming feelings that followed were becoming all too familiar.
To distract myself, I kissed him. His mouth opened and there was the taste of coffee and something sweet. His tongue slid against mine and he sought to dominate. I growled low in my throat and he tugged me flush against him. I was aware that Mason liked to switch in bed. He’d said nothing so far, but the last couple of times we’d been together, he’d started to test the water by playing with my ass. Although my head seemed opposed, there were times, like now, that a part of me wanted to give up control and see what he’d do. Yet I kne
w if I took that step, I’d be offering more than just my ass. I’d be offering him…everything.
Conflicted and out of breath, I released his lips and dropped my hand. I barely resisted adjusting my dick as it pressed uncomfortably against my fly. There was no way the folks sitting in the seats couldn’t see how aroused I was. I twisted to meet each and every person’s gaze, giving them a ‘what the fuck are you looking at’ glare. There were several coughs and some heated faces, but no one dared to show disgust.
Mason chuckled and took my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine. “Come on, I’m starving. See you this evening, Nutty.”
I didn’t dissuade Mason of his assumption that Nutty would be joining us. She’d taken to spending some of her evening eating with us as her new mystery man was away on business. River was having a sleepover at Luna’s, so I’d asked Nutty to keep out of our way tonight. She’d made plans to go and stay at one of her girlfriends for the night, which meant, for the very first time, we’d have the apartment to ourselves.
“You’re always hungry, you need to take better care of yourself,” I muttered as we headed up the stairs.
“Ahhh, you do care,” he countered as his fingers tightened around mine.
We were halfway up the second flight of stairs, out of view, as I stopped and turned to face him. His brows arched and there was an air of uncertainty I was starting to recognize. Mason had a need to reaffirm that it was more than just sex between us. I felt the weight of his gaze boring into me and I sucked in a breath to give me a second to regroup.
“Yeah, I do. More than I thought I could. More than I think is wise, but fuck if I know what’s wise when you look at me the way you are now.”