Combustion: Ensenada Heat Book Two

by Tess Summers

  She loved how much her brother-in-law adored his little family. Not more than ten days ago, Reagan had found herself wondering if she’d ever have someone look at her the way Dante looked at Bella. Feeling Mason’s arm come around her shoulders, she leaned against him and sighed with contentment. She’d found him… or maybe he’d found her.

  “Do you mind if I head back to the villa soon? I’m getting a little tired and probably will take a pain pill.”

  “I’ll go with you. Thank you again for coming today. I’m so glad you got to be here for the baptism and to meet my mama. Although now she’s going to want to have dinner with us in Fargo at least twice a week.”

  He laughed and kissed her forehead.

  “Thank you for inviting me. I’m glad I got to be a part of the festivities and meet your mother. Of course we’ll spend time with her when we get back.”

  She noticed he didn’t commit to twice-a-week dinners—not that she blamed him. But she did like the way he used we. ‘We’ll spend time with her when we get back.’

  She was part of a we.

  “You’re pretty amazing, you know that?” she said with a sigh.

  “I’m flattered you think so—especially when you consider how we met.”

  Oh, that.

  “You had your reasons.”

  “Selfish ones.”

  “Legitimate ones,” she corrected. “And you were never anything but kind to me. I knew you’d never hurt me.”

  “Bella can’t say the same.”

  “It seems like you two have made your peace, or at least reached an understanding.”

  He nodded. “I think so. I certainly am seeing things a little differently than I was a year or so ago.”

  “I hope that’s a good thing?”

  “It is. My world isn’t so black and white anymore—there’s room for some grey.”

  Reagan nudged his shoulder with hers.

  “Aw, I was hoping you were going to say there was now some color in it.”

  He smiled and wrapped a curl of her hair around his finger.

  “Well, I love that the color red is in my world now. It’s by far my favorite.”

  His words made her feel giddy. Giddy. She was such a sucker for this man, and he knew it.

  Hook, line, and sinker.

  ****

  Mason

  If ever he’d wanted time to stop, or at least slow down, it was now over the next two days. They were cocooned in the villa, isolated from the rest of the world without a thing to worry about other than what they were going to have for dinner. It was perfect.

  Mason imagined their time together in Fargo was going to be blissful, but nothing like this. Reagan would be back to her reality—working, visiting her mother, getting into her normal routine. She’d make room for him in her life, sure, but he was also going to have to get back to work, and he wasn’t sure how that was going to go over. It was going to be asking a lot for her to be patient while he disappeared for months at a time with little to no word from him. She’d have no idea where he was or what he was doing.

  He wouldn’t be able to handle it if the roles were reversed.

  So he was going to milk this time with her for everything it was worth.

  “Let’s not get out of bed today,” he murmured against her hair early Monday morning.

  The sun had barely risen but Reagan was awake, which was unusual.

  “I don’t think the nurse would like that,” she sighed as she snuggled against his side with her eyes closed.

  “I canceled with her today. She’s not coming until tomorrow.”

  Her eyes flew open.

  “Why? Do you think that’s a good idea?”

  “I’m healing nicely—she even said so herself during yesterday’s visit. I think it’s okay if we skip today.”

  “But why did you cancel?”

  “I told you; I want to stay in bed with you all day.”

  The look she shot him indicated she didn’t have a lot of faith in his abilities.

  “Baby, you’re a rock star in bed—even with bullet wounds, but I think even for you, all day is a bit of a stretch.”

  He smirked.

  “While yes, I am planning on rocking your world multiple times today, I thought it’d be nice just to lay in bed together—preferably naked—and talk, maybe watch some movies. Just enjoy being together for the short time we have left before getting back to the real world.”

  Her crooked grin was filled with joy.

  “Aw, I would love that. That sounds like the perfect day.”

  “Good, but I think we should start with sex. And I’m really craving the taste of your pussy, so be a good girl and sit on my face.”

  She swallowed hard and raised her eyebrows.

  “You want me to sit on your face? Aren’t you worried I’ll hurt your neck?”

  He scooted down the bed and put two pillows under his head.

  “I want you to sit on my face, sweetheart, not my neck.”

  “Um…” She didn’t move.

  “Now, Reagan. I haven’t tasted you in five days. That’s way too long.”

  “But I’m worried I’ll hurt you.”

  He grasped her hand.

  “Baby, I promise if it hurts, we’ll figure out a different position. But I’m eating your cunt right now, so…” Mason swatted her hip, urging her forward. “Chop-chop.”

  His cock was already hard just thinking about it.

  With a skeptical look, she kneeled, gripped the headboard, and brought one leg across his head, settling in so her pussy lined up with his mouth. He wasted no time in swiping his tongue up and down her middle. Smiling when he heard her gasp and felt her lean forward on the headboard, his mouth found her clit, and he began to suck on her hooded knot. She pressed her hips down on his mouth, and Mason slid a finger inside her pussy to find her already wet.

  “Mmm, that’s my girl,” he uttered against her pink folds then began lapping at her while moving his finger in unison with his tongue.

  She began to lightly rock her hips against his mouth while starting to whimper sweet words of surrender.

  She escalated from rocking her hips to grinding her clit against his tongue, and he thrust a second finger inside her. She was absolutely soaked; the sounds of her wetness echoed off the headboard along with her moans.

  Mason rapidly flicked her jewel, moving his head side to side as he began to finger-fuck her faster. He felt her pussy clench around his fingers, so he buried his face between her pussy lips and assaulted her clit with his tongue as he continued fucking her.

  Her whole body tightened, and she let out a long moan, followed by her body spasming around his head as the climax shook through her.

  He continued licking and fingering her, although slower now, until she squeezed her thighs around his head and flopped awkwardly to his side, her head near his knees and her cute toes at his face.

  “Holy fuck,” she panted. “The things you do to me, mister…” She rolled onto her back, her knees in the air. “Oh my god. That was awesome.”

  “You are so damn sexy,” he growled, tracing a finger up and down her glistening slit.

  “Mmm, only because you make me feel sexy,” she purred as she sat up with an evil grin.

  Reagan licked her lips and stared into his eyes as she crawled toward his hard cock.

  “My turn,” she whispered before running her tongue up the entire length of his shaft.

  It was going to be a terrific day.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Reagan

  They literally stayed in bed all day, even eating their meals in the bedroom. The only exception was to use the bathroom and brush their teeth, and they did take a shower break in the middle of the afternoon after their third round of sex.

  It was the most perfect day she’d ever had. It seemed like she’d thought that on several occasions since being kidnapped by this beautiful man.

  Kidnapped by this man.

  Probably not somet
hing they were going to tell their children.

  “What should we tell people about how we met?” she asked as she sat lotus-style on the bed wearing only one of his t-shirts. She took a bite of the tortilla soup Maria had sent over. “Oh my god, you have to try this,” she moaned, gesturing to the bowl in front of him.

  He dutifully tried it, savoring it before responding, “Oh, that’s good.”

  She pointed her spoon at him. “Right? Anyway. What are we going to tell people about us?”

  “I suppose the truth isn’t an option.”

  Reagan shot him a look. “Probably not.”

  “How about we met online?”

  “What, you just happened to be trolling through Fargo’s Tinder from… Oh my god, I don’t even know where you live!”

  “I have a place outside of Boston where I crash when I have some downtime. And are you really on Tinder?”

  “What? No—of course not. So you just happened to be in Boston looking for a date on… I don’t know, Fargo’s Farmers Only and there I was? That makes no sense.”

  “Okay, okay. How about if we met in a chat room and spent the last year just chatting and getting to know each other without ever meeting? Then we decided to meet and knew we were meant to be so I’m moving to Fargo to be with you.”

  “What chat room?”

  “Fuck, sassy, I don’t know. Does it matter?”

  “I think we need to be prepared because people are going to ask.”

  He seemed to contemplate it for a moment, then suggested, “Well, one of our first conversations was about how horrible your taste in hockey is, so how about that hockey site, For Puck’s Sake?”

  “Oh, I like that. That’s believable, right?”

  “I think so, sweetheart.”

  Then it dawned on her he’d insulted her. “Hey! I do not have horrible taste in hockey!”

  He smiled tenderly at her. What was it about this man that constantly made her want to crawl into his lap?

  “God, I love you,” she said wistfully. Then she muttered, “Even if your team sucks.”

  “Hockey season’s coming up. Name the stakes, little girl,” he said confidently.

  “Oh, you’re on. I’ll have to think of something good to bet though.”

  “You’ve got time. Whatever you decide. I ain’t scared.”

  She set her bowl on the nightstand and crawled toward him.

  “Good. I’m not either.”

  He pensively set his bowl down and waited for her to be near enough, then pulled her into his bare chest. He was naked except for his underwear.

  They’d had sex three times already today—dirty, naughty, steamy sex—but as he stared into her eyes, she knew they were going to make love. Like their last night on the yacht.

  “I love you, Reagan Elizabeth.”

  “I love you, Mason… Hey, what is your middle name?”

  “Edward.”

  “Edward,” she repeated solemnly, then tried it out. “Mason Edward Hughes. It sounds very regal.”

  “I like the sound of Reagan Elizabeth Hughes, myself.”

  Undercover CIA agent say what?

  “Um…”

  He laughed out loud. “Don’t worry, sassy pants, that wasn’t a proposal. But for the record, I am going to ask you to marry me someday, sooner rather than later, because I’m planning on making you my wife.”

  “Noted. Let the record also reflect that when you ask, I’m planning on saying yes.”

  His smile spread across his face, revealing that indentation on the side of his cheek that made her swoon.

  Are dimples hereditary? Will our children have dimples?

  Wow. She went there. How could she not, after everything that had transpired the last few days?

  He pulled her under him, his lips hovering over hers as he rested his weight on his forearms.

  “It’s on record now, so you can’t change your mind,” and began to inch the t-shirt up with his hand.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, staring into his eyes.

  “I’m not going to change my mind. I am so in love with you—I’ve never felt like this before.”

  “Me neither,” he whispered, then captured her lips with his, as if sealing the deal with a kiss.

  Mason pulled the fabric over her head so she was naked beneath him. She noticed he was resting most of his weight on his arms and left leg; she pushed on his shoulder so he flipped over, his back and shoulders against the headboard, and straddled his hips.

  “Aren’t you getting tired of doing all the work?”

  “Oh yes, it’s just been horrible having to ride this sexy stallion of a man.” She looped her arms around his neck. “I don’t know how I’m even coping.”

  He threw his head back and laughed. “I’m a stallion? That’s awesome.”

  She sighed. “You are the sexiest man I’ve ever met. No contest. I love being with you; I don’t care what position we’re in.”

  He brought his hand behind her head and brought her forehead to rest against his, his eyes closing on contact.

  “I don’t deserve you,” he murmured softly.

  Reagan leaned down to kiss his eyelids, her fingers tightening in his hair as she moved down his cheeks until she reached his lips. She sucked his top lip, then his bottom, then enveloped his mouth with hers, rocking her naked pussy against his clothed dick.

  His arms came around her back, and he held her tightly while deepening the kiss.

  They came up for air, and his mouth immediately found her boobs. He sucked seductively on her nipple while he moaned against her skin.

  “God, I love your tits,” he growled before tugging on her pink bud with his teeth.

  She wrapped her arms around the back of his head.

  “Oh, that feels so good,” she panted, not wanting him to stop, like maybe ever.

  Mason leaned her back, setting her between his legs on the bed, then crawling on top of her as she scooted down the mattress toward the footboard.

  “Wait. Aren’t you—”

  He silenced her by putting his mouth on hers while he tugged his underwear down his thighs, breaking the kiss when he leaned down to remove his boxer briefs from around his ankles and tossing them on the floor.

  “Are you sure you can…”

  He answered her unfinished question by thrusting his cock inside her. I guess he can.

  Resting his forearms on either side of her head, he brushed her hair away from her face, staring into her eyes and dipping down to kiss her as he moved in and out of her pussy.

  “You feel so good, sweetheart,” he murmured.

  She could only whimper in response.

  He pulled out of her and dropped to his left side, turning her on her side as well, her ass facing him. He cupped her tits and pulled her onto his cock, sliding one hand up around her throat while he kissed her shoulders and the back of her neck.

  Reagan arched back against his chest with her eyes closed, her arm reaching behind his head with her mouth slightly open in ecstasy. What he was doing to her was erotic as fuck.

  He reached down to find her clit, rubbing her little knot in circles as he continued thrusting in and out of her, his other hand still around her neck.

  Panting harder, she clenched her body as her orgasm started creeping up from her toes.

  “Mmm, that’s my girl.”

  She loved being his girl. The idea of belonging to him pushed her over the edge, and she began coming as he continued fucking her. For her fifth orgasm today, it was more powerful than she expected, and definitely the most sensual—she loved it. Not that hard and dirty didn’t have their place…

  He began to grunt, and she knew he was about to come. Listening to him come was the sexiest, most carnal sound she’d ever heard, and let out a soft whimper as another mini-orgasm hit her.

  “Oh, baby, baby, baby,” he moaned against her shoulder, then collapsed on his back with his eyes closed. “I think you have officially worn me out.”

&nb
sp; She knew she was going to be sore too, but teased, “Aw. That’s a bummer.”

  He lifted his neck and chest to look at her, one eye open. “Seriously?” Then he slumped back on the bed.

  She turned over, giggling, and laid her cheek against his shoulder. “No, not seriously. I’m probably going to be sore tomorrow as it is.”

  “Fuck, sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

  She put her fingers to his lips and smiled. “Totally worth it.”

  “Without a doubt,” he agreed.

  Laying there silently, limbs tangled and not cleaning up or even moving for that matter, they fell asleep with the lamp on and didn’t wake up until the middle of the night.

  Best day ever.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Mason

  The buzzing of his phone woke him early the next morning, but he quickly silenced it without even looking to see who was calling.

  It immediately started buzzing again.

  “Goddammit,” he grumbled, fumbling for the phone while still lying on his stomach with his head on the pillow.

  “Yeah,” he snarled, his words a hoarse whisper.

  “Hey, I’ve got something you need to see.” It took him a second to recognize Jacob’s voice on the other end.

  Mason sat up, taking a quick glance at Reagan to make sure he hadn’t woken her. She was still sound asleep, naked except for the sheet tucked around her chest with her hair fanned out along her pillow. Fuck, she’s beautiful.

  “Hold on, let me call you right back,” he whispered, and disconnected the call without waiting for a reply.

  Setting his feet on the floor, he paused to get his bearings after being woken so abruptly from his sound slumber. The dawn’s light was coming in through the high windows, which didn’t have blinds, so he was able to see his crutches leaning against the wall, as well as his boxer briefs lying next to the bed. He slipped the underwear on, hopped the distance to where his crutches were, and tried to quietly make his way to the living room and call Jacob back.