by Amy Brent
“No, I’m serious. You’re a beautiful woman, Sarah. And I’m lucky to spend time with you whenever I can.”
“Do you mean that?” she asked.
She peeled her eyes from the sky and looked at me. I shivered at her gaze, so wanton and desperate for an answer that was going to be very easy to provide. Usually, I schmoozed women like this to get in their pants. I told them whatever they wanted to hear that would get them to roll up their skirts and part their legs.
But this was the first time I was about to answer that question with no strings attached.
And it was startling to me.
“Every word of it.”
Chapter 29
Sarah
My back met the bed as Mason’s lips traveled to my breasts. His lips greedily latched onto one of them, causing me to roll into his body as the moon shone in through the window we left open. I watched his thick hair trail down my stomach, his teeth nipping at me as my stomach jumped. His hands were so delicate this time, so attuned to my body as he snaked between my legs. I could already feel my juices gathering behind my folds, threatening to spill the moment he parted them with his tongue.
I heard him slurp me up as his fingers slowly entered me. I moaned and groaned, pressing my head into the pillow as his tongue quickly found my clit. I felt myself pulsing underneath him, my body shifting around as his tongue worked my pussy expertly. His stubble rubbed along the insides of my thighs, and I simply allowed myself to enjoy it.
“Oh, Mason. Yes. Oh hell, I love your tongue. Oh shit.”
He lapped me up, drank me down, and fucked me with his fingers until I came. His tongue pressed into my clit, shooting my back off the bed as my thighs clenched around his cheeks. I could feel him humming into my pussy, devouring me and making my orgasm elongated. I shook and trembled, my toes curling as my eyes rolled back in my head.
My skin prickled as his tongue raked across my clit one last time, and I dropped to the bed, panting and gasping for air.
He kissed me all the way up my body. Soft. Lovingly. Like he was taking me instead of merely taking me for a ride. I felt his lips descend onto mine, my juices and the taste of his sweat intermingling in a sweet treat I wanted to lick from him. I felt him smile again, my arms drifting around his neck as he rolled us both other.
I straddled his lap and ground down on his cock, coating him with juices as his eyes locked onto mine. I rose up, sinking again onto his dick as a beautiful groan peeled from his throat and filled the room. I planted my hands on his strong chest, taking in the way his chiseled abs rolled into me as I rode his fucking cock. He filled me in ways no man had ever done before, and all the places he hit lit a fire deep within my gut.
I felt my clit swelling again, and I heard him chuckle just before he pressed the pad of his thumb to it.
“I see my little friend’s back for me,” he said.
“Shit, Mason. Fuck, your cock is beautiful.”
“No, Sarah,” he said. “You’re beautiful.”
I slammed down on his lap as I grabbed my tits. His thumb worked my clit as my hair flew wildly around my face. I could feel him looking up at me. Taking in the sight as I rolled my hips down onto his. I could feel him pulsing inside of me, threatening to burst forth and fill me with his sweet, hot come.
But he sped up his ministrations on my clit, and I lost myself in him again as my hands came careening back down to his chest.
“That’s it, Sarah. Come for me. Soak me in your essence while I watch you writhe.”
I shook and moaned as my fingernails dug into his chest. I could feel his legs flexing behind me, pounding up into me as my pussy clamped down around his cock. It pulled him in deeper, never wanting to let him go as my whimpers and moans filled every corner of the room.
But I got no reprieve because I felt him grab my hips before he rolled me over onto my stomach.
My ass was in the air as he slid his dick slowly into me. I trembled with the sensations, my brain firing off reactions and electricity unlike anything I’d ever felt. My hands curled into the sheets as his hips pounded into mine. I could feel his hands massaging my ass, lightly tapping them as he watched my skin turn red.
I bucked back into him furiously, wanting him to come deep inside of me. Never had I felt the desperate need to be marked by a man before, but right then, that was all I wanted.
To drip with Mason’s arousal all night long while he held me close.
“If you only knew how beautiful your ass looked from this angle,” he said as he slapped my ass cheek. “If only you knew the things you did to my body.”
I felt his cock growing and growing as his pounding grew relentless. I pressed my hands against the headboard while it banged against the wall. I muffled my wails of pleasure with the pillow as he delivered one more crack to my other ass cheek, then I felt him fall to my back as his hand snaked around between my legs.
He found my clit rising for him again, and the moment he began to play with it, I was done for.
“Mason! Fuck. Holy shit, what are you doing to me? Yes. No. I can’t take it. It feels too good.”
“You always feel too good. It’s why I can’t get enough of you,” he said. “You’re intoxicating, Sarah. Completely and utterly intoxicating.”
His fingers and cock were working me so well while his words filled my ears with happiness. Tears sprang to my eyes as my entire body began to grow taut. I felt my legs trembling while my toes curled so hard, they cramped, and soon, I was throwing my head back and trying to capture his lips in a kiss as my pussy drenched his cock and balls with my third orgasm.
“That’s it,” he murmured into my lips. “Come for me one last time.”
I felt his hips stuttering, and I smiled at the sensation. I dropped to the bed, spent as I panted for air. Mason landed kiss after kiss up my spine, his hand falling from my clit as my entire body shivered at his mercy.
Then I felt his cock twitch and coat my wall with his come.
“Sarah. Oh, Sarah, you’re incredible. Oh, yes. Just right. Just for me. All mine.”
I felt him collapse to me, our bodies covered in sweat. His hands slowly trickled up my arms, our fingers intertwining as he placed ghost-like kisses on the back of my neck. I felt covered by him. Protected by him. Like nothing could get to me so long as he was here.
And his words rang deep in my brain as a smile crossed my face.
Just right. Just for me. All mine.
It confused me as to why that statement made me so happy. He slid from my back and rolled me over, cradling me close to him as our intermingled juices dripped from between my legs. I felt his fingertips dancing along my naked skin as he pulled a blanket up over us, and for the first time in a very long time, I had no idea what was going to happen next.
“Where do we go from here?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“I mean, what’s going to happen when we go back tomorrow?”
“Honestly, I’m leaving that up to you. I enjoy the time I spend with you. I enjoy our conversation and our extracurricular activities, but I know how you feel about this. About wanting to keep a safe distance from everything. So, whatever you choose, I’ll follow,” he said.
“I’m so confused about everything,” I said breathlessly.
“I know,” he said, kissing my forehead. “I know. I am, too, to tell you the truth.”
“What are you confused about?” I asked.
“Just how to handle all this. How to deal with Emma. How to keep you and dodge all this.”
“You want to keep me?”
“Like I said, I enjoy the time I spend with you. Is that so bad?”
“Not at all. I enjoy our time, too,” I said. “But maybe we should take some time away from one another.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Not like a month or anything, but maybe a couple of days. See if this all dies down. I could get in a couple of regular interviews, and you could do a bit with your business. Maybe th
e media will back off once they see we aren’t fraternizing in public together.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” he said.
“And after a couple days, we can talk. See where to go from there. It’ll help us clear our heads from the drama and, you know, think, I guess.”
“I can go along with that,” he said.
“Go along with it?” I asked, giggling.
“Yep. You’re at the helm with this one,” he said.
“I take it the Mason Baker isn’t used to that.”
“Not one damn bit. But, something tells me this is the right thing to do, and whatever gets us back here, I’m willing to do.”
“Well, it’s a four-hour car ride, a two-hour massage, a very nice—”
“You know what I mean,” he said, chuckling.
“Yeah. Yeah, I know what you mean.”
I pressed a kiss to his chest, and we both drifted off to sleep. I was dreading going back the next day, but I knew we had to. We had a plan in place, a goal in mind, and now it would just take the two of us sticking to the plan to make sure it was executed the way we wanted.
But my heart sank at the idea of not hearing from him for two days.
Which was odd, since I couldn’t wait to get him off my back before.
Chapter 30
Mason
Reluctantly, I drove Sarah back to the city. We drove the entire four-hour stretch without the top down, and I missed the feeling of it on my face. I missed the way Sarah smiled and laughed as the wind ripped through her hair, and I missed the way it lit up her entire body. The ride was somber. Like a death march back into the middle of a war zone. I felt like I was on a suicide mission, and the only thing I knew to do was take her hand to try and reassure her that everything would be all right.
For some reason, I really wanted to give her that.
I dropped her back off at the coffee shop I’d picked her up at. I watched her walk back toward her apartment, her shoulders drooped slightly as she shielded herself from the world. The press was still hanging around outside her apartment, forcing her to go in the back like a criminal on the run.
I sped off and headed straight for Emma’s. I needed to talk to her, even if we talked through her door. I needed her to understand how sorry I was and that she had no reason to be upset with Sarah. I’d take the fall for everything. I’d tell her it was my suggestion to keep this from her and that Sarah had only gone along with it.
It was the least I could do after all the shit that had blown up in our faces.
I pulled up to Emma’s townhome and took a few deep breaths. For some reason, I felt nervous, but I couldn’t put my finger on why. Tony kept ringing my phone, wanting me to pick up after dropping off the face of the earth. Text message after text message rolled through my phone, and finally, I decided to chuck my phone into the backseat of my car. There were more important things to deal with than my image as portrayed by the media, and I was looking right at it.
Emma had walked outside to pick up the newspaper and was looking right at me.
I got out of my car while she slowly backtracked. I hopped up onto the sidewalk as I saw her turn her back. She ran for the door as I strode after her, my entire body beckoning for her to just stay put. The door slammed in my face as I got up to it, and I immediately began banging my fist against it.
“Emma, please open up.”
“No,” she said.
“We need to talk.”
“No, thanks,” she said.
“Please, Emma. Please just give me one last chance.”
“You’ve had enough chances, you sleazebag.”
She was irate. I could hear it in her voice. I continued knocking on the door, hoping my incessant pandering would make her open up. Like calling Sarah repeatedly until she would finally answer her phone for me. I knocked until my fist was sore, and then I simply switched hands.
My sister hadn’t given up on me, and now was my chance to show her I wasn’t giving up on her.
“I could do this all day, Emma.”
“Just like you could do my best friend?”
She ripped the door open and connected her heated gaze with mine, and for the first time in my entire life, I had no idea what to say.
“Can I come in?” I asked.
“No.”
“Please? Just to talk.”
“What do you not understand about the word no?” she asked.
“Everything about it,” I said.
“Now I see what Sarah was talking about,” she said.
“And what’s that?”
“She said you kept bothering her even when she ignored your calls and told you no. I’m starting to realize what she was talking about.”
She turned away from the door but didn’t shut it in my face. I walked into her home and breathed in the scent of apples and oranges as I shut the door behind me. Emma had planted herself on the couch before letting out a massive sigh, and I saw that she was watching the news.
The news that kept flashing that fucking photograph of Sarah and me.
“You can’t be upset with Sarah,” I said.
“You don’t get to lie to me, hurt me, deceive me, and then tell me how I feel,” she said.
“It was my idea to keep this from you. Not hers,” I said.
“Lie number … hell, I don’t even know at this point. I’ve already talked to Sarah. I know it was her idea. Her suggestion. Thanks for not trying hard enough to talk her out of it,” she said.
“Emma, we didn’t know. When we first started this whole thing, we didn’t know that her best friend and my half-sister were the same person. I’m serious.”
“And when you did find out, you decided to hide it from me and play coy all Wednesday night. I feel like such an idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot, Emma. We’re the idiots,” I said.
“You’re damn straight you are. I don’t like the fact that you two are together.”
“And why not?” I asked.
“Because you’re sleazy. Always have been.”
“You hardly know me,” I said. “Something I’m trying to change, by the way.”
“What? Me not knowing you or the sleaziness?” she asked.
“Both,” I guess.
“So, you admit you’re sleazy?”
“Yes. No. Emma, come on. This is nuts. Sarah’s been through enough. I’ve been through enough. We’re sorry.”
“Sarah’s got her own shit to deal with without you coming into the picture and messing her up further.”
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“Nothing.”
“Emma, what are you talking about? What’s happened with Sarah?”
“What the fuck do you care?” she asked.
“Because I do!”
I yelled louder than I ever intended to, and it scared Emma right off her couch. Her eyes were wide and filling with tears as I clenched my fists. I could feel my entire body trembling as I stood there in the middle of her home. What had happened to Sarah? Was she all right?
“You’ll have to ask her if you want to know,” Emma said breathlessly. “I may be pissed at her, but I’d never betray her like that. Ever.”
“I just want you to forgive me, Emma. I want to try and get to know my sister a little bit,” I said.
“And a few days ago, I was all for it, but now that I understand you’re still capable of lying and deceiving me, that comes with a condition.”
“Emma, don’t.”
“You want to get to know me? You make up with Mom,” she said.
“Emma, that’s not happening,” I said.
“Then you don’t get me.”
“Come on. This is nuts.”
“This entire thing is nuts. The only person in my life I ever truly trusted lied to me about dating when I told her it was a shit idea when it turns out the person she’s screwing is my sleazebag, lying sack of shit brother who’s broken my heart more times than I could imagine. And then, I had to f
ind out by seeing a photo plastered of the two of them about to suck face in a restaurant parking lot.”
“That photo was obtained illegally, and maybe if you supported Sarah in her need to step out and find some sort of companionship so she doesn’t feel so alone, she wouldn’t feel the need to keep it from you,” I exclaimed.
Emma was panting for breath as tears poured over the surface of her cheeks. My fists were clenching so hard I could feel my fingernails digging into my palms. I stood rooted in place, determined to hash this thing out with Emma. I didn’t care if she wanted a relationship with me anymore. I wasn’t going to allow her to throw her relationship away with Sarah over this.
Not because of me.
“Sh-she’s lonely?” Emma asked.
“More than you could ever imagine,” I said. “She’ll never say it. She’ll never admit to weakness because of her pride. But she is. We-we both are. Were. I don’t know anymore.”
I turned my back and raked my hand through my hair. I had no idea how to piece this back together anymore. All I could do was offer up the only truth I knew.
My own.
“I’ll get over things with Sarah,” she said. “I just get to be mad about it for a while. But you. You need to see Mom.”