As if she’d been waiting for it, Tori melted against him. Her fingers pulled away from his hand and made their way to his chest.
He grunted in annoyance and pulled his mouth away.
Skin. All he wanted was to feel her soft skin against his own.
He lifted her off the floor and placed her on the counter. Her leather skirt had ridden up her bare thighs, exposing nothing but creamy skin and the scrap of black lace between her legs.
He watched her face as he pressed his aching cock against her warm center. She blushed and glanced nervously away.
Mason reached out and pulled her face back to look at him.
“I want you,” he said quietly. His voice was raw with need, but he still pulled back just enough so they weren’t touch. “But we’ll only go as far as you want.”
Victoria stared at him in surprise, not really sure how to answer. It was all happening so fast. She wasn’t really sure what to do.
“Tori, what do you want?” Mason asked.
He moved back a little more. His face was tense with worry.
She reached out to him without a thought and smoothed the lines on his face, the one she’d seen nearly every day for months now. The man who loved his children with everything he had and would love his woman exactly the same way.
Victoria wrapped her legs around him and pulled his hard length back to nestle against her aching center.
She brought her lips to his ear. “I want you,” she whispered.
He sighed loudly against her as the words came out of her mouth.
“Good,” he mumbled against her neck.
She felt the snaps at the back of the vest she was wearing come undone and sucked in a deep breath now that she could. Mason leaned back and watched her intently as he pulled away the vest.
Earlier that evening they had been so close, but she still felt more naked now in front of him. His gaze roved over her breasts.
“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly.
Heat spread over her face, and she tried to cover her breasts but stopped when his hands grasped hers.
“You don’t know how beautiful you are,” he said as his fingers laced with hers, and his mouth nibbled against her bottom lip. “You don’t know, but I’m going to show you.”
She gasped as his stubble scraped along her chin. His soft, wet lips soothed the skin.
Lower and lower he traveled. Victoria tilted her head to the side as he nibbled along her collar bone.
She jumped a little as he pulled their hands over to one pointed nipple and brushed his knuckles along the hard peak.
He pulled back to watch as he brought their laced hands to her other nipple and repeated the motion.
When his eyes found hers, they burned right through her. She could hardly breathe.
Mason released her hands. She was surprised when he pulled both of her hands to her breasts.
“Show me what you like,” he said.
Her face flamed as she rolled her nipples along the palm of her hand, feeling the weight of her ample breasts in her hands.
She watched his face as she tweaked her nipples between her fingers and liked the look he was giving her, like she was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. It only helped to push her further.
Victoria slid one hand down her stomach and stopped at where their bodies met. She ran her fingers on either side of his hard cock, making sure to press against her clit as she did so.
Mason groaned loudly.
She repeated the movement, letting her hand bump the head as she did so.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunted. “I don’t know how much more I can wait.”
Victoria looked up to him as she continued to move along his length.
“So don’t,” she said.
He paused for a moment, and she thought he might make her stop, slow things down, take her to bed and do things the proper way.
Fuck proper. That wasn’t what she wanted right now.
She watched, mouth watering, as he pulled the shirt he was wearing off and tossed it somewhere in the room. All the muscles she’d been dying to touch were suddenly right in front of her.
Victoria reached out to run her hand down his sculpted abs.
She frowned when he stepped back out of her reach, but it was only a moment as he grabbed something from his wallet and dropped his pants to the floor.
Her gaze wandered over his naked form. Unlike her own worries, Mason seemed completely at ease with himself. Not that he shouldn’t be. The man had firm muscles everywhere a person could.
Her heart kicked up when her eyes landed on the body part she was most interested in.
A small drop of cum leaked out the tip, and she licked her lips as she thought about tasting him.
As if he were reading her mind, Mason grunted, “Later.”
She gasped when he stepped forward and gripped her hips, pulling them to the edge of the counter. In one swift moment, he stripped her of her panties. The skirt was bunched up around her waist, and there was no way the leather was going come off easily. She was glad when he stepped forward without even trying.
He brushed his fingers along her center, and she rolled her head back.
She was slick with need and had been on the verge of coming since their romp earlier.
When his fingers pulled away, and she heard the crinkle of foil, Victoria peeked one eye open to watch as he rolled the condom on.
Mason paused at her entrance. His thick head parted her slick folds.
He leaned forward, placing his hands on the counter beside her.
She looked deep into his eyes, wanting to remember this moment.
“Tell me I’m not your first,” he said, his voice coming out in little breaths. His face tightened.
She shook her head. Although she hadn’t had many lovers, he wasn’t her first.
“Thank God,” he whispered and pressed forward.
She was tight. Far tighter than he’d expected. Maybe she had sex before, but she wasn’t experienced at all. Mason cursed himself for not doing this the right way for her. He’d just wanted to be inside her so fucking bad. Every fiber of him ached for it.
Her little pants reached him as he sank in deeper.
“You okay?” he asked.
She nodded, but her nails bit into his back, and he knew he was hurting her.
Mason pulled back a little. This was a bad idea.
“Maybe we shout st—”
He groaned loudly as she wrapped her legs around his back, forcing him all the way inside her.
Trying not to think about how fucking amazing it felt, he counted backwards in his head.
They stayed like this for a few moments as she adjusted to his girth.
He grunted as she shifted her hips a bit. And then again.
“Mason,” she whispered.
His name on her lips only made him want her more.
He moved out a little and then back again.
She moaned as he did so.
Each time he moved out a little more, pushing himself all the way back inside.
God, she was so fucking slick, like she was made for him.
He moved a little faster, loving the sound she made as his hips moved against her.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
Never had he heard her cuss like that, but the words were enough to squash any reservation he might have had.
She couldn’t believe it. She was having sex with Mason, and it was the most amazing sex she’d ever had. With each thrust, she could feel herself nearing her own peak.
Victoria reached down to feel him moving inside her. His cock was wet with her juices. The feel of it only made her wetter.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunted.
She gasped loudly when he grabbed her bunched up skirt at her waist and used it to help slam her harder against him.
Victoria pulled her hand away so she could brush her clit against the coarse hairs around his cock. Her hands gripped his shoulders hard as he ha
mmered into her.
She could feel it now, the rolling, light headed feel of her own climax.
“Cum, baby,” he whispered. “Squeeze my cock with your pussy.”
His words only tipped her over the edge.
She came around him. Her insides pulsed a few times before Mason slammed deep inside her, shouting his own release.
She was vaguely aware of him slipping out of her and then lifting her off the counter and carrying her to his bed. Nestled in his warm arms, Victoria felt safe. She’d longed for that security.
He set her down in his soft bed, her body still humming from her climax. She sucked in a deep breath. “Again, please.”
Mason grinned. “Yes, ma’am. Let’s get you to my bed first.”
Chapter Eleven
Mason moved quietly around the bedroom gathering his things to head into work. He wanted to look over the files again before heading over to see Ando. Something had to be going on.
There was no way Tori’s father would have stationed men outside her house if something wasn’t going down. Mason wanted to know exactly what that was and how much danger she was in. Whatever the case, he would protect her.
He looked down at Tori. Her bare body was still tangled in the sheets on his bed.
Mason smiled as he thought about their lovemaking. She was wild in bed, and that had been something he hadn’t expected from the sweet woman.
Her pretty gray eyes blinked open a few times to stare up at him.
She yawned and then frowned a little.
“Are you going to work?” she asked.
Mason leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
“Just for a bit,” he said. “Get some more rest.” He winked and straightened himself. “I like the idea of you lying in bed naked and waiting for me.”
Even after all the times they had come in each other’s arms, she still blushed like it was their first time.
He cursed himself for having to leave her, but it was for her own good. He hoped to have this whole thing settled before she even had an inkling of a problem.
Not willing to stay any longer and risk that he might not go, he grabbed his keys and wallet off the dresser before heading out and closing the door behind him.
Time had passed in a pleasurable blur. He’d already called into the firm and said he’d be working in the late afternoon. Reed had given him a little shit, but he didn’t care. This was the happiest he’d been in some time. Finally, things were working out for him.
Mason stopped at his car when he spotted Ando’s men across the street. One of the men motioned to him.
He walked over, and the driver rolled down his window.
“Ando wants to see you,” the grizzled man said.
Mason nodded to his car. “I’ll follow.”
The man shook his head. “You ride with us.”
Mason glanced back at the house. If things were this bad, he didn’t like the idea of not having his car and leaving Tori unprotected.
“We’re to drop you off and come back. Boss’ orders.”
Mason nodded. They wouldn’t be gone that long, and she was nestled safe inside his house.
He climbed in the back and watched as the house disappeared in the distance.
* * *
Victoria tossed and turned in the sheets. The smell of him all around her. She smiled and opened her eyes once again.
It was late. She had no idea how late, and she didn’t really care. She was still trying to come down from the high of last night and the morning.
It had been perfect. Everything with him was exactly like she thought it would be.
Victoria sat up and felt the ache from their many sex sessions last night.
She grinned thinking about it. She stood and wrapped the sheet around her body. All she needed was a little snack and maybe a shower.
Although he wanted her to wait for him in bed, she liked the idea of letting a hot shower soothe her aches.
She padded barefoot to the kitchen and swung open the fridge. Without the children home and her to cook for him, Mason was more than a little low on groceries. She grabbed out some string cheese and frowned. She had guessed that it would be like that for him. It wasn’t healthy for him to eat out every night.
Victoria leaned over the kitchen counter to reach a glass and noticed Mason had left his car. Often he would run to work and leave the car for her to use. A plan started to percolate in her head. She had a spare key to the car. Maybe after a quick shower, she’d head over to the store and stock up on groceries. Then she could make him a nice meal, which would hopefully be followed by dessert in bed.
She raced off to start her shower.
* * *
Mason wasn’t surprised when they pulled up to the dingy pawn shop. Charlie Jones was a friend of the Allen family and on more than one occasion helped to prevent the Russian Mafia from taking over the area. But even more than that, Charlie was a friend of Ando.
Mason stepped into the shop. The two men at his back closed and locked the door behind him before returning to their car.
He watched as they turned back in the direction of his place. He let out a small sigh. It was better for Tori to be protected.
Two older men sat at the back of the shop behind the counter. The resemblance between Ando and his daughters was clear at just a glance. The older man had more gray among his otherwise black hair and his complexion was sallow in comparison, but that was likely from the cancer slowly killing him.
“Thanks for coming,” Charlie said from his chair and nodded to the stool on the other side of the counter from them.
Mason sat down and nodded.
“Blitz is back, isn’t he?” Mason said. He fingers curled into fists.
Ando sighed. His chest rattled as he did so, and Mason wondered how much time the older man had left.
“He goes by Wolf now. Came to see me a few weeks back,” Ando said and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Wanted me to help him get some bike parts out of the city. Seems that one of his men double-crossed him and made a deal with Charlie.”
Mason leaned forward a little. Reed had been on to something. The bike part theft ring seemed to be a much bigger operation than they had ever suspected.
“I told him he was lucky I didn’t shoot him where he stood,” Ando said, his face contorting with anger. “Fucking prick thought he could ask me for a favor after what he did to my daughter. I’m regretting not shooting him, now.”
It wasn’t that much a surprise. Blitz/Wolf didn’t seem to care about family connections. He’d demonstrated he didn’t care about his own family connections. He’d had no trouble stealing from his brother Havoc.
“Then he came to see me,” Charlie continued. “When I refused to make a deal with him, he said he might have to pay Ando’s daughter a visit again if I couldn’t get something going for him.”
Mason gripped his hands hard in his lap. “That’s why you put a detail on her.”
Ando nodded. “She’s already been through so much. I won’t let her suffer more. We need to deal with this. Whatever it takes.”
Mason nodded. “I agree.”
Ando stared at him hard, likely trying to get a read on the man who he undoubtedly knew spent the night with his daughter. Whatever he was looking for, Ando seemed to find it and gave a short nod.
“She’ll stay with you,” Ando said. “I know your children aren’t at home, so you won’t have to worry about their safety, and you’ll keep her safe.”
Mason nodded again. He would protect her with everything he had.
“How many men does he have this time?” he asked.
Charlie shook his shaggy, gray hair. “Not many. Most of the Los Malos were picked up recently. Looks like this time he’s just using a few of his men from out west and trading on the Los Malos name. These nasty fuckers have been making their way around town causing trouble. As if we don’t have enough bullshit to deal with.”
It wasn’t great news, but it was g
ood to know they wouldn’t be going up against the full gang.
“And the man who sold them out?”
Charlie frowned slightly and shook his head. “Never actually met the guy. Thought I was meeting him, but that was just a paid grunt.” Charlie gave a little chuckle. “I imagine that’s got to burn Wolf’s ass that one of his men stole his parts right out from under him, and he don’t know who done it.”
Mason thought about it. Maybe there was a challenge in the gang. Someone wasn’t happy with the way things were being run and was trying to usurp the leader’s power. It wasn’t an uncommon thing for gangs.
Still, Wolf wasn’t a man to fuck with. He’d more than proven he didn’t believe in the concept of innocent bystanders.
Charlie frowned when his cell phone chimed. He quickly answered.
“What do you mean the car is gone? Is she there or not?”
Mason grimaced and silently cursed himself for leaving Tori alone.
Charlie listened for a bit longer and then pulled the phone from his ear.
“Your car and Victoria are gone,” he said.
Chapter Twelve
Tori wheeled the cart out of the store and hummed happily to herself. She had bought a nice pork loin she planned on baking in the oven along with some rosemary, garlic and olive oil. Her vegetables would roast nicely as well.
It made her happy to cook for Mason. He always seemed to appreciate the effort she put into meals.
The sun was now in retreat, leaving the parking lot in the shadow of dusk. She laughed to herself. They’d managed to almost lose a day with their bedroom games. Not that she regretted them for a second.
She pulled out her phone and checked her messages as she walked and frowned at the surprising number of voice messages. Yesterday she’d turned off the sound and just never thought about it until that point.
Victoria put the phone to her ear.
“Tori,” Mason said on the other end. His voice was strained. “Why the hell aren’t you picking up? Look, wherever you are, you need to get back to the house.”
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