by Tessa Layne
“Please, Mason,” she begs, voice like straw. “I can hardly stand it.”
Her thighs tremble as I go deeper, licking through her folds like I’m licking honey from a spoon. She’s sweet on my tongue, and slippery. So easy to love, to tease and flick and suck. She lets out a low, guttural moan as I circle her clit with my tongue, then draw it into my mouth. I repeat the motion, starting low, and thrusting deep, making sure I hit every crevice, every nerve ending, until I reach her clit. I eat her up like she’s my last meal and I will die tomorrow. She groans again, hips rolling, hands pushing on the back of my head so that she gets the friction she seeks. And then she gives me what I want, what I’ve been dreaming of. She cries out my name as a shudder wracks her body, and then she does it again, shaking her head, back bowing off the bed as her orgasm tears through her with the force of a tidal wave.
In a flash, my shorts are off. “Condom,” I rasp.
“No,” she rasps. “I’m clean. Are you?”
“Yes.” I get tested every six months come hell or high water, which I’ll explain to her later, but right now, I want to fill her up, to feel her walls squeezing against me.
I notch myself at her entrance, and drive home.
She receives me with a cry, still spasming from her orgasm. She’s hot, and so, so tight. “You’re incredible,” I grit, not wanting to move. I take her hands, lacing my fingers through hers and pulling them over my head, stretching out against her soft curves and slowly begin to stroke. Her eyes find mine, and everything intensifies. My skin becomes more sensitive, feeling everywhere she’s pressed against me. “No matter what happens,” I say. “I want you to remember tonight.”
Her eyes are dark pools, and her lower lip trembles. “I’ll never forget this. Not in a million years.”
I don’t want this to end, but the build is swift and inevitable. I take her mouth, possessing her completely as we barrel toward a climax that has us both crying out incoherently as our bodies give in to the sweetest ecstasy. I empty myself into her, driving balls deep until I’m spent. Two thoughts cross my mind as I collapse and she cradles my head to her chest. First, I would give this woman all the babies she asks for. And second, how do I explain to her or anyone else for that matter, that I’ve fallen head over heels in love in the span of a day?
Chapter Twelve
Luci
I sleep like a delinquent teenager and only stir when the bed beside me sinks, and Mason’s voice cuts through the fog of sleep. “Luce? Time to wake up, sweetheart.”
I yawn and stretch, still half-asleep, then sit, letting the covers drop to my waist.
“I like that look on you,” he says, voice full of gravel. “Keep it up, and your breakfast might get cold.”
Only then, does the smell of fresh coffee and something… absolutely heavenly hit my nose. My eyes fly open and I force my brain into gear. Mason’s sitting on the bed with a tray of food. But the hungry look in his eye is definitely not from the tray he’s holding. It sends tingles shooting through my body. “Sustenance first,” I reprimand him, tucking the covers underneath my arms. “What’s this?”
“Nothing fancy. I thought you’d enjoy someone else’s cooking, for a change.”
“You cooked this?” Then I see the red rose in a tiny vase, next to the coffee. An ache rises in my throat. I don’t know what to say. I swallow, hard. “Wow,” I sputter. “This is, this is… wow.” Everything inside me turns to goo. I stare at him with a stupid big grin on my face. No one has ever made me anything. Sure, when I’m home, I’m not the sole chef, but the food’s for everyone. And we always went out on my birthday, so this is a treat. My insides are jumbled up, and the feelings are all big. Giant, even. I don’t know how to express what I’m feeling, except to lamely say, “Wow, I love this.” I want to say so much more, but it feels too soon. I can’t be head over heels in less than a day, can I? And yet… Everything inside me says hold on to this one. Don’t let him get away. And how can I reconcile that with the impetuous part of myself that on the spur of the moment decided to redefine my career by moving to Mexico for a year. Can I pivot again in less than twenty-four hours? Of course. It wouldn’t be the first time. On the other hand… do I want to?
That answer becomes more complicated with each hour I spend with Mason. He’s… everything. Smart, considerate, a phenomenal kisser. He’s got great taste in art, and he makes me laugh. Bonus, his reputation in Prairie is stellar. He’s liked by everyone, even though my family is rightly indignant I was turned down for a grant. But they’ll get over that. And now he’s gone and made me breakfast in bed. I’m definitely falling for him. But is it instalove that will flame out? Or is it the kind of immediate recognition of a kindred spirit, the other half of your soul, that makes this so intense? In which case, I’d be a fool to go to Mexico.
I pat the space next to me. “Join me?”
He hands me the tray, then crawls over me, settling himself at my shoulder.
“I still can’t believe you made me breakfast.”
When he smiles, it’s with tenderness. He’s soft this morning, the hard lines on his face have melted away. Of course, that’s what a night of smokin’ hot sex can do. But there’s something different, too. “Does it taste okay?”
I slice a bite of the French toast and pop it in my mouth. It’s perfectly wonderful, crisp on the outside, creamy on the inside with a hint of cinnamon and vanilla and… “Is that orange I’m tasting?”
He nods. “Yep. Do you like it?”
I roll my eyes with a groan as I take another bite. “This is amazing.” I shoot him a delighted grin. “And you made it for me. I love it.” I love you, I think to myself. I offer him a bite and we demolish the two slices together, sharing the coffee. “So when did you sneak out?”
He chuckles. “You sleep like a dead woman, you know?”
“I can’t help it. Work hard, play hard, sleep hard.” Mason scoots off the bed and takes the tray. By the time he returns, I’ve arranged myself in the center of the bed. “Come back to bed?” He makes one of those supremely sexy moves, where he drops a muscled arm behind his neck and pulls off his t-shirt in one smooth move. He crawls over me, and drops a kiss where my neck meets my shoulder, then drops next to me, pulling me onto his chest. “Oooh, likey,” I say, smoothing a palm over a very defined pec. “Is now the part where you tell me what you have planned for the day?”
His chest rumbles under my ear. “There’s a doubleheader today. First game is at eleven. I thought we could stop by the food trucks outside the ballpark before we go in?”
I lift my head and stare at him. “You’d take me to a baseball game? You know they’ll get their asses handed to them.”
“But, if you’re going, and they’re going. It might be the last home game you see.”
A pain slithers through my chest. He’s not wrong. On the other hand… “I think,” I say, pausing to find the right words. I suck in a breath. “I love the Kings, you know that. But I think seeing them, knowing it would be the last time… I think it would hurt too much.”
“Oh?” He seems surprised. Shocked, even. “But if they were staying? Then you’d go?”
I sense there’s more to his question than meets the eye. “In theory, yes. But to be honest. I really like the idea of taking a shower with you and spending the day getting to know each other?” I waggle my eyebrows to make sure he gets my meaning.
He does, and he drops his head back, belly rippling with his laughs. “That does throw my plans of convincing you to stay out the window.”
“There are other ways to convince me,” I suggest, dropping my voice, and drawing a hand down across his hipbone to the bulge that’s growing in his joggers.
“I’d also like to cook with you. Are you open to sharing the kitchen?”
Warmth spreads across my midsection. I’m touched by his offer, and with every moment I spend with Mason, I feel myself falling deeper and deeper. “Nothing would make me happier.”
“Nothing?�
� he says with a skeptical cock of an eyebrow.
“Okay, besides keeping the Kings here,” I grudgingly admit with a little laugh.
“And what if they miraculously stay?”
“Hmm,” I tap my lip scooting on top of him and settling my sex against the rock hard bulge in his pants. “Well, I would say it would be my luckiest day, ever. So I would have to buy a lottery ticket.” I wiggle against him, drawing a deep grunt from him. “And, I might just have to agree to stay forever,” I say with a wink.
His hand wraps around my lower back pressing me against his cock, fingers squeezing my ass. “Then I need to get to work,” he says with gravel in his voice, rocking against me.
Not that I’m going to tell him… yet. But how can I leave the connection we have? Even I know we share a once-in-a-lifetime connection. I’d be a fool to walk away without giving it a try. Mexico can wait. If this all blows up in my face in a few months’ time, I can go then. A Mexico adventure will always be there in the background, waiting. My safety net. But from a business standpoint, Mason’s right — there’s more here, and given how well I already know the area, who better than to highlight all that the region has to offer than me?
I place an open-mouthed kiss on his chest. Then his pec, nipping at a flat nipple, and unable to hold back a satisfied sigh when he breathes in sharply. “You have twelve hours, big guy.” My pussy is hungry for him, my arousal slicks my thighs and my breasts grow heavy, aching to be kneaded and stroked. “But first…” I nip his collarbone. “I want that shower you offered.”
Chapter Thirteen
Mason
I ’ve been discreetly checking my phone for the last hour. I don’t want to give Luci the impression I’m not one-hundred percent focused on our dinner preparation. But Harrison was supposed to have called at seven-thirty, to confirm that his lawyer Jackson had submitted the offer. This isn’t the biggest deal of my life, but it’s the biggest deal if it falls through.
Luci stands at the stove, glass of wine in one hand, wooden spoon in the other, stirring onions, garlic, and spices. The smell is making my mouth water. Hell, she makes my mouth water. My place will never be the same without her in it. I come up behind her, wrapping my arms around her belly. “Do you know how absolutely lovely you are?” I murmur, dropping a kiss to the sensitive spot on her neck.
“Mmm. You make me feel lovely.”
I don’t have to look to know she’s smiling. I can hear it in her voice.
“I want to bottle up this day and save it,” she says, turning to give me a quick kiss.
“We’ll just have to make more like it,” I offer. It’s my first foray into the discussion we’ve been avoiding all day. I don’t want to have it until I have the baseball team locked up, but time’s running out. I only hope I’ve done enough of a job to convince her to stay, even if the Kings leave town. Across the kitchen my phone buzzes. Reluctantly, I let go of Luci, and go to check the text.
Harrison: Buzz me up.
I shoot off a quick reply. It’s open. You better have good fucking news if you’re showing up in person. “Luce? Are you okay with quick company? I’ve got some last minute business to attend to.”
“Sure. I made extra. Who is it?”
“Harrison.”
“Tell him to stay.”
I hate that idea. If this is the last night I have with Luci, I want her all to myself.
“Yeah, Mason,” Harrison calls out with a laugh in his voice. “Tell me to stay.”
Fucker. There will be payback. Most likely in the form of a dunking in Smithville Lake, where we row. “Tell me you have good news,” I say before turning around.
He holds up a bottle of Veuve Cliquot. “What do you think?” he says with a grin. “Tell your girlfriend you just bought her a goddamned baseball team and saved the Kansas City Kings.”
Luci drops the spoon and turns around, shock on her face. “What. Are. You. Talking. About?”
I glare at Harrison. “We’ve got to work on your delivery, man.” But I know he planned it this way.
“Mason?” Luci asks. “What does he mean?”
“It means, princess.” Harrison works the cork free with a pop. “That you have yourself one helluva boyfriend, and Kansas City is going start playing baseball, not piss-ant ball.”
She looks at me, still thoroughly confused. “Mason?”
I close the distance between us and take the wineglass from her hand, placing it in the middle of the counter, where it’s sure not to break. I pull her into my arms. “So let’s go over the checklist you gave me yesterday.”
“Okay?” Her voice drips with skepticism.
“Six orgasms?”
“More like fifteen, but okay,” she says with a smirk. Behind me Harrison coughs.
“And I made a case for a quality, viable show here?”
Her mouth pulls up. “Definitely.”
“So all that’s left to convince you to stay is keeping the Kings here, right?”
“Well, yes, but—”
I silence her with a kiss. “No buts.”
“What Mason means,” Harrison interjects, holding two glasses of champagne. “Is that he, and a few others of us, are now the proud new owners of the Kansas City Kings. Not only will they be staying, but we’re gonna turn them around.”
Luci squeals and covers her mouth, looking back and forth between the two of us. “You’re shitting me.”
“Nope,” Harrison answers before I do. “The owners just signed the contract. We still have due diligence, but if all goes smoothly, we’ll be able to announce in a press conference the end of October.”
Luci launches herself into my arms, wrapping her legs around my hips and covering my face with kisses. “You bought the Kansas City Kings?” she shouts. “I can’t believe you bought a baseball team.” Her voice thickens and even though she’s grinning from ear to ear, her eyes glisten with unshed tears. “You have no idea what this means to me, to my family. I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll take the champagne from my hands so I can pour myself a glass and celebrate with you crazy kids,” drawls Harrison.
Luci drops her legs, and takes the glass, gazing up at me with starry eyes.
“Harrison?” I ask.
“‘Sup?” he says.
“Can you leave the paperwork on the counter?”
“Sure thing.”
“And can you please leave, and go find your own lady friend to celebrate with?”
Luci chokes back a laugh.
Behind me, Harrison lets out a dramatic sigh. “Fine. You know how to spoil a guy’s fun.”
“I’m going to remember this someday when you fall in love. And you better watch out, because I’ll be there at the most inconvenient moment,” I promise, still staring at Luci.
Her face softens, then lights with understanding as my declaration sinks in. “I love you, too,” she mouths back.
“Good luck with that,” he tosses back with a laugh. “But I’ll take the hint. You guys are smoking up the kitchen.”
Luci’s eyes go wide. “Shit,” she screeches, turning back to the stove. “I burned the onions.”
“We can start over,” I call after her. I turn to Harrison. “Thanks, man. I appreciate how fast you guys moved on this.”
“Anytime,” he says with a grin that tells me I owe him, big time, and that paybacks will be involved. He leans in and speaks low, so only I can hear. “She’s a keeper, Carter. You done did good.” He claps me on the shoulder and calls over to Luci. “Congratulations, Luci. I hope to see you around. I’ll see myself out,” he directs at me. “Enjoy the champagne,” he calls over his shoulder.
Luci places the pan in the sink. “I’m so embarrassed. I can’t believe I burned the onions.”
I pull her into my arms. “Luci. Say you’ll stay? You can burn all the onions you want if it means I get to have you in my life.” I kiss her. “And in my bed.” I kiss her again. “And in my heart.” My pulse skips at the last words,
but I’m laying it all out for her, and I want her to know I’m all in.
Her hands loop around my neck. “I’m the luckiest woman alive.” She kisses me back. “And I think you opened the door to my heart the day we met at Blake and Maddie’s wedding.” She kisses me again. “And for as long as you want, I’ll be happy to stay and burn onions in your kitchen.” Her expression turns mischievous. “Although I can think of much better activities.” She cocks an eyebrow.
“Why, Ms. Cruz. Are you suggesting we break in the kitchen?” My hands slide lower down her back, and slip inside the elastic band of her yoga pants.
Her voice takes on a husky note that I know means only one thing. “Why, yes I’m suggesting that and much, much more.”
THE BEGINNING OF HAPPILY EVER AFTER
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Harrison Steele
Let’s get one thing straight. I love pu$$y. Effin’. Love. It.
Call me shallow, call me a perv, call me a cocky bastard, but the reason I know there’s a heaven is because God made women.
Because no matter who a woman is, a ball-buster in the courtroom or a flower child at an Avitt Brothers concert, I have the keys to their kingdom, and they all want it.
Until Mariah Sanchez - aka Sparky
She wants me.
I can feel it. I can smell it. But for nine months, sixteen days, twelve hours and forty-seven minutes she’s had my “you know what” in irons. Worse, my mouth and my fingers, too. Locked up in an invisible prison of my own making. And because I’m a stupid idiot, the only person I can blame for my predicament is me.