by Holly Jaymes
I flexed one. She sighed and made a swooning sound that had me laughing.
Taking a chance, I moved toward her, kneeling in the center of the tub. “You’re welcome to them.” I took her wrists and brought her hands to my chest.
Her fingers were wet and warm, and I closed my eyes to savor the feel of her skin, touching mine. I put my hands on her thighs just above her knees.
“Is it true you said my name once while you were with Tara?”
My eyes snapped open. “She told you about that, huh?”
She nodded.
I felt a little embarrassed and, at the same time, emboldened. “It was only natural.”
“Oh?”
“Before Tara, I would…you know…” I made a jacking motion with my fist. “And when I did, I thought of you.”
Her breath caught, and I wanted to capture it with my mouth.
“It makes sense that you’d come to mind since you’d brought me endless pleasure already.” I scooted forward until my hips were between her thighs. My dick was standing up, and it was surprising that it wasn’t peeking out from the water.
“What about now?” she said softly.
“Now, I want to bring you endless pleasure, Willa.”
She pressed her palms to my cheeks and leaned in. “Kiss me, Mason. I’m dying for you to kiss me.”
Well, alright, was the last thought I had as my mouth captured hers. I’d waited so long for this moment, and now that it was here, it didn’t disappoint. She tasted like sunshine and honey, and everything perfect. She moaned, opened for me, and I sank deeper into her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me, fitting her pussy lips around the length of my cock. God, I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to feel all that sweet heat swallowing my dick.
I trailed my lips along her jaw. “I want you, Willa. So fucking bad.”
“Yes,” she said on a gasp.
Thank god, I thought as she gave me permission to touch her. I slid my hands up from her hips to her tits, holding them in my hands. They were a perfect fit as I lifted one out of the water and sucked on the nipple.
“Yes,” she said again. Her hands thread through my hair holding me to her as I sucked and licked and nipped one tit and then the other. “Mason.” My name came out on a moan. “Wait.”
Oh fuck. It was too much, too soon. “I’m sorry.” I started to move away, but she wrapped her legs around me and gripped my shoulders with her hands.
“I need to hear it, too,” she said.
“Whatever you want, I’ll say it.”
“No. Not what I want to hear. What’s true. I want to hear what’s true.”
Need and lust were fogging my brain, but I focused, wanting to give her what she wanted and what she needed. I lifted her, taking her with me as I moved us across the tub. I reached out and grabbed my pants, finding the box I’d put in my pocket earlier that night. I handed it to her.
“What’s this?” Her beautiful eyes looked into mine.
“Open it.” God, I hope she liked it.
She pulled off the lid and gasped. “Is this new?” She pulled the necklace with the sun charm from the box.
“No.” I watched her face, wanting to read every nuance of emotion, good or bad.
Her gaze lifted to mine.
“I found this when I checked your home after the fire. The chain was ruined, so I bought a new one.”
A tear fell from her eyes. “I’d left this behind when I was mad at you.”
I nodded. “When I bought this, I wanted to tell you that you were like the sun to me. You were bright, happy, and warm. My feelings were more than friendly then. They’re more than friendly now.”
“Mason.” Her voice was filled with emotion as she wrapped her arms around me. Yes, I was in fucking heaven.
“I want you. I wanted you back in high school and was too much of a coward to tell you. I’ve wanted you again practically since I first saw you. I wished I’d told you sooner. I wish I told you before Wyatt tried to grab your ass.”
Her gaze took my face as her hands caressed my cheeks. “How is it that we were so close and yet couldn’t share the most important things?”
I shrugged, not really knowing the answer. I took the necklace from her and undid the clasp. “Will you wear it?”
“Yes. Of course.” She let me put it on her. She looked down at it and then at me. “I want you to touch me. Do you want to?” Her hand found my cock and gripped it.
I hissed out a breath. “I’m dying for wanting you.”
“I want you too.”
This was it. I was going to finally know what it was like to be with her. But I had to be smart about it. Sex in a hot tub, especially with a condom, didn’t work that well. “It’s going to get cold for a minute, but then I’ll heat you up.”
She nodded, looking as surprised yet happy at the turn of events as I felt. I lifted her from the tub, setting her on the deck. I grabbed my pants and pulled my wallet from the pocket. My fingers shook as I took out a condom, opened the foil packet, and then standing, sheathed myself before the cool air could affect my erection. I was so hard for her, I suspect that I could have shoved my dick in a snowbank and it would have stayed standing.
I opened her thighs and moved between them. “Tell me you want this, Willa. Tell me you want me.”
“I want you, Mason, so much.”
I kissed her hard, and then I pressed my dick to her entrance. Here was the moment. I was about to fuck my secret best friend that my parents would have forbidden me for even befriending. I was about to fuck the woman I’d secretly loved in high school, and now, I wanted more than I wanted my next breath.
Chapter 11: For Now
Willa
I was in awe of Mason. I wasn’t sure what to think when he handed me the box. When I opened it and saw the necklace of the sun, I was immediately brought back to when he’d given it to me in high school. I remembered thinking how sweet it was and how I wished it meant more than it did. Then, when his family purposefully didn’t help mine simply to spite us, I was so mad that I left it behind when I moved away. Somehow it survived the fire, and even crazier still, Mason had found it. Now it was back with me, as was Mason.
Was there a man anymore perfect than Mason? When he stood to put on the condom, my gaze slid down over the perfection of his chest and abs to get my first glimpse of his dick, and holy moly, it was perfect too. Long. Thick. Hard. The skin looked velvety soft, and I had an urge to kiss it, but he rolled the condom on and then moved to me.
The air against my heated skin chilled, but the heat of desire coursing through my blood had me burning for him.
His dick settled against my pussy as he cradled my cheeks. “You’re so beautiful, Willa.”
The way his eyes looked into mine made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
“Mason,” I said, gripping his hips and pulling him to me. I couldn’t wait for a second more to feel him inside me.
He fused his lips to mine, his tongue gliding against mine. He pushed in, not in a hard, fast thrust, but slow and steady. Filling me inch by delicious inch, making me moan with pleasure.
He hooked his hand under my thigh, lifting it, opening me and sinking in deeper. Seeped inside me, he held there, kissing me, sweetly, tenderly, and then slowly increasing the heat. He withdrew, slid back in, groaning against my mouth as he did.
“More,” I urged him to move faster, harder as need built fast in my core.
He shifted, and I wrapped my legs around his hips. “Yes…fuck yes…Willa.” He dipped his head, sucking my nipple already too achingly hard. Each pull from his lips sent new shocks of electricity to my pussy.
“Mason…please…” My legs shook. My pussy quivered.
He growled, lifting his head as his hands gripped my hips. He withdrew, then plunged in.
“Yes!” That’s what I needed. Hard, fast.
He picked up speed, moving in a fast hard rhythm that had me teetering on the edge of bli
ss.
“Willa.” His voice was hoarse. “Come on baby…come on me…fuck, I can’t wait…”
But I was already there. He plunged in, ground his hips against my pussy, and I was soaring among the stars.
“Fuck…I’m coming…” His hips bucked, rocking against mine as his own release overtook him.
We moved fast and crazy and then slow and gentle until finally, he just held me. He found my lips, kissing me so tenderly, for the first time, I wondered if fairy tales were true.
He rested his forehead against mine. “You okay?”
“So good.” I managed through the haze of bliss, still shimmering in my body.
He withdrew, and I was disappointed as I could keep him inside me forever. He removed the condom, tying it off and tossing it aside. Then he lifted me, holding me as he turned and sank into the water until I was settled on his lap. I rested my head on his shoulder as my arms wrapped around his neck.
“I’m sorry I didn’t last longer,” he said.
“I was going to combust if you took longer.”
His large hand rubbed my back. “Give me a minute, and we can try again. If you want.”
I lifted my head. “A minute?” I was sure it took men more than a minute to recover.
He grinned. “Maybe two.”
I shivered, partly from the cool air on my shoulders and partly from thinking of him being inside me again.
“What do you think about moving to a bed? I’m not done discovering my Willa.”
My Willa. It was silly to go all gooey over that, but I did. “A bed sounds nice.”
“Wait here.” He got out of the hot tub and slowly made his way to the house. While he was gone, I took a moment to reflect on what was happening. In a matter of minutes, I’d gone from lusting for my best friend to having him move inside me. It was so lovely, and I wanted to sink into the perfection of it, but a niggle at the back of my brain rang a warning bell. There was so much potential for pain here.
I loved Mason as my friend. I cared for him and clearly lusted for him, but in a few days, maybe a week, I’d be gone. Being here was simply a side-stop on my journey to the next phase in my life and career. Was this going to end up being a mistake? Would we end up hurting each other again? God, I hoped not. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt him.
He came back wearing a robe and carrying a towel and another robe. He reached out his hand, which I took as he helped me from the tub and wrapped a towel around me. Then he put the robe around the towel.
“You okay?” he asked again.
“Yes. Don’t I look okay?”
His hand caressed my cheek. “I just want to be sure.”
Mason was full of dichotomy. On the one hand, he was large and dark, looking like he could kill a man with his pinky finger. On the other hand, he was so sweet and gentle. I valued him in my life so much. I hoped this wasn’t going to turn into a mistake.
“Are you hungry?” As he asked it, my stomach grumbled.
“Actually, yes.”
“How about I make you some food? Or, I feel bad for taking you away from the reunion. We could get dressed, and I’ll take you back. We can have that dance where I grab your ass.” He sent me a wicked grin accentuated with a suggestive brow waggle.
“We could do that here, right?”
“Right.” He stared at me for a moment. “I’m going to kiss you.”
“Okay.” I grinned up at him.
His cheeks turned red. “I just want to make sure I wasn’t dreaming before. Or that you’ve changed your mind.”
“This is real.” I slid my hand inside his robe and gently stroked his dick. It thickened against my fingers.
He groaned. “Careful, we won't make it to dinner.”
Fifteen minutes later, he had leftovers on the table, and we were seated with food and wine. He’d even found a couple of candles.
“Is it true you really liked me in high school, or did you say that to get into my pants,” I asked as I twirled the leftover linguini on my fork.
“You didn’t have pants on.” He grinned at me over his wine glass. “But yes, I liked you in high school.”
“I was so plain compared to—”
“No. Not to me. Plus, you were smart and sweet. You weren’t silly. You didn’t seem to mind that I liked quiet.”
“So why didn’t you tell me?”
He sighed. “You liked Wyatt. We were friends, and I didn’t want to ruin that or have you laugh at me. I’m a McLean. Take your pick.”
“I never minded that you were a McLean, obviously.”
“It was one thing to be secret friends, but it would have been different to be more than that.”
I nodded. “Romeo and Juliet.”
“It didn’t turn out so good for them.”
My stomach knotted as I wondered if it was going to turn out badly for us as well. Or would we be able to enjoy this time and then move on?
“Were you really jealous of Tara?” he asked.
“Yes. I wasn’t brave enough to glue her locker shut, though. Plus, you were having sex with her, so I figured you must love her.”
“My dick did, at least.” His cheeks turned pink again. “Even nerds get overwhelmed by hormones.”
“What about now? Why isn’t there anyone in your life now?”
He quirked a brow. “Are you regretting—”
“No. Not at all.” I reached out and took his hand. “It’s just you’re a good man. Why hasn’t someone nabbed you? Tara didn’t, I guess.”
“Tara is married with a kid.”
“Someone else then.”
He shrugged. “I might have a Navy SEAL body, but inside, I’m still that nerd. I still prefer quiet. And the few women I’ve been with…well…I don’t think it was me they liked.”
My brows knitted. “What do you mean?”
“They like the packaging for sure, but more than that, they like the money.”
Money? The redone house suggested that Mason did well in whatever career he had, but it didn’t scream money. “I didn’t realize you had a gold digger problem.”
“I don’t. I tend to stay away from them.”
“Mason, I’m sorry, I’ve been a terrible friend. I haven’t asked what you do.”
He seemed to flinch slightly at the word friend. “I have my own business.”
“Yes, I got that. But what is it?”
“It’s fitness programs. I have a series of DVDs and a paid streaming service.”
I gaped. “Your own channel?”
“Sort of. You can watch through a streaming device or an app.”
I was impressed but wasn’t sure how much something like that earned. I made a mental note to research it as it felt a little gauche to ask.
“So, if I needed to get fit, I could buy a DVD or subscribe to your service?”
He nodded. “Or, considering what we just did in my hot tub, I’d be happy to help you personally.”
My body heated. “I like the Mason personal touch.”
He grinned, looking pleased with himself. And he should be. For a scrawny kid, he not only had a massive chest but a very impressive dick.
“How about that dance?” he asked, standing and extending his hand.
He was a romantic too. I needed to add that to my ever-growing list of Mason’s appealing traits.
As a young girl, I’d wanted romance and fairy tales. I’d often thought someday Mason would be mine, but real life got in the way. I knew real life would get in the way again, but at this moment, we could be in our little bubble.
“I would like that.”
He gave a voice command, and music started playing.
“I didn’t realize you had a smart house.”
He pulled me into his large, muscular arms. “You’re learning all my secrets tonight.”
The soft melody played, and Mason, for all his heft, also had grace as he moved me around the floor of his living room. During each sway, though, I felt his erection grow aga
inst my belly until he started leading me down the hall toward his bedroom.
“Dance with me in bed,” he whispered.
“Yes.” The advantage of robes was that they were easy to discard.
Naked, Mason lay me back on his bed. “I want to see your body, Willa. You’ve always had a great body.”
I snorted. “I used to look like a boy.”
“You used to dress in baggy clothes to look like a boy. But I saw you.”
I held his face in my hands. “You’re too good to be true, Mason.”
He didn’t respond, and I had nothing to say either as his lips and hands ran over my body. Mason wasn’t the first man I’d been with, but he was the first to truly inventory my body, touching every inch, discovering what made me hot, and what made me moan.
As he made his way back up my body, he stopped at my center, focusing all his effort there until I was crying out his name.
As I came down from my orgasm, he reached for his bedside table, but I pushed him onto his back.
“My turn.” I straddled his thighs, marveling at the thick erection lying on his stomach. I leaned over and sucked one of his nipples into my mouth, letting my breast tease against his dick.
“I won’t last very long.” His voice was strained.
“That’s okay. We have all night, right?”
“We have as long as you want.”
My heart lurched in my chest as I tried to process what that meant. Did he want more? Or was he recognizing that this was a short-term thing?
I moved down his body, letting my tongue trace the outline of every muscle on his chest and abs. Moving lower, I gently kissed the head of his dick, but my pussy was screaming to feel him inside me again, so a blow job would have to wait for another time.
I reached to his bedside table and found the strip of condoms. His eyes glittered with desire as I ripped open the foil packet. I held the tip over his dick and slowly rolled it down over him with my other hand.
“Fuck,” he said on a long groan as my fingers moved down his cock. I could feel it twitch and pulse, and I couldn’t wait to feel it inside me.
“Do you mind a woman on top?” I asked as I rubbed my pussy along the length of his dick.
“Whatever you want to do to me, do it, Willa. Just do it soon because I’m desperate.”