by Ally Prince
“Does Logan know?” Such a simple question. Why wouldn’t his best friend tell him he found a girl. Oh, because that girl happened to be his little sister who was eleven years his junior? Lucy sprung to mind. Logan had nowhere to stand on this. Lucy deserved a young stud, and she got Logan, so his argument was moot before he even had time to plan it.
“Not that I know of. I’m not sure we are a thing.”
Did I just tell his mother we were having sex? Shoot me now.
“We are most definitely a thing, Pen. Told you this before,” a deep, sleepy voice growled from behind me before his hand slid into the mess of my hair and tugged me back a little. I smiled because Mason looked like shit too, as much as a sexy cowboy can anyway. He rolled his eyes before pressing a firm kiss to my lips and headed around the island to his mom. “Thanks, Ma. I’ll have to drop Pen off shortly, but we’ll be by for dinner tonight.” I coughed, eyes wide. Mason ignored me while his mom shot me a small smile. One I tried to return but my heart was hammering, and I felt overheated.
After a fabulous breakfast of eggs and bacon, Mason loaded me into his truck and drove me to pick up my car. I expected him to say goodbye. I thought the scorching hot kiss that lead to him dry humping me against his truck in Walkers’ parking lot said goodbye. So, I was surprised when he pulled in behind me at my place.
“Frown all you want, Pen, you’re not going in there alone.” He had a good point and maybe on another day I would be thankful I didn’t have to go in alone, but today I was confused and tired, so I shrugged it off.
I scanned the street as we approached my door, nothing stood out that I could see, but then I guessed I wasn’t supposed to see the person stalking me, was I?
“What kind of car does he drive?” I stopped short of the door and froze before spinning around.
“Why, what do you see?”
“Penny, look at me.” My eyes met Mason’s, and I sagged. I overreacted.
“Was an old Toyota of some sort, a sandy color.”
Mason nodded before taking my keys and letting us in. I followed behind him up the stairs and waited while he checked the apartment before I entered. I also gawked when he followed me into my tiny bathroom.
“What are you doing?”
“I stink, too.” He kinda did, but still. He tugged his shirt overhead my eyes honing in on his scars.
I hated those scars. Not for the reasons that Mason thought. He was a good looking man and I still found him attractive. But those scars made me realize what I had lost, what he had taken from me. The only other moment I remember being so scared was when I held my mother’s hand waiting for her to take her final breath.
Mason ran into a fire, a raging inferno to rescue a horse named after me. And now he wore the scars to prove it. I wanted to hang onto him forever at that moment. Every little ounce of feeling I’d ever had for Mason came to life that night and I tried my hardest to not let it manifest into more. Into something I wasn’t sure he would return but it did, anyway.
I’d always wanted Mason, the secret we shared because he was my one and only. I wasn’t sure what I’d planned when I left college early, but I knew it involved him somehow. But that night I realized how needy I’d become. I relied so heavily on Mason to ensure I stayed whole. The thought of him was what got me through the whole ordeal in the first place, I realized I was selfish. I was asking too much from a man who didn’t love me. So, I stepped back, but Mason followed a few months later and he wasn’t letting up.
“Penny,” he snapped me out my thoughts, now naked. How did I not notice that?
“What?” I felt a little dazed, but I looked into his shining chocolate eyes and saw the pain that settled there. Swallowing, I then took a deep breath and lifted my hand to his shoulder and let it begin a path down his arm.
“You don’t have to,” his voice was strained, but I continued. The texture of his skin changed about mid-upper arm, it became uneven and smooth under hand.
“You did this for m-me.” My voice cracked, I blinked away the tears.
I left Mason to head to college hoping I’d get over my schoolgirl crush but the guy who stood before me took my virginity, and he was the only person I felt safe with.
Mason was it for me.
Mason
Her eyes were watering as she ran those soft hands over my scarred skin. My heart hammered in my chest and I struggled to pull in a breath. Penny’s tiny bathroom was closing in on us, and if she didn’t stop soon she’d be late for work, that was for certain.
“I’d do anything for you, Penny.” I would put my life on the line if it meant her safety. This girl owned me for most of my life, and that would not change any time soon.
I wanted to make it official.
We needed to tell Logan.
Gripping her chin, I lifted her face to mine. She looked tired and a little lost but she let me take her in. I scanned every inch of her face. Memorizing all the perfect imperfections that made her, her. The spattering of freckles which would darken when summer came back around.
“What do you need from me, Pen?” I wanted to take her here and now. I wanted to show her I could remove this memory, make her forget the useless, spineless asshole, but Penny deserved more than someone taking from her again.
I watched as she swallowed, her eyes darting around the small space before she seemed to compose herself and undress. Her heavy breasts fell as she removed her bra, they were my kryptonite, so full and soft and yet fit her frame perfectly. The gentle slope of her tummy as it flared out to hips that swayed her perfect ass. This woman was built for me there was no doubt about it at all.
She stood before me with tears streaming down her face while completely naked.
“Where did he hurt you?” Her shuddering breath caught as her head fell forward and a tear slipped free to land on the floor. I watched as she brought her left hand up to touch her right shoulder. I stepped into her then, letting her feel my need and heat. My hand removed hers from her shoulder and I replaced it with my lips. Gently, I placed kisses all over her exposed skin. My lips wiped away any thought of her past. “More?”
Penny made a noise in her throat and moved her hand to grip her throat.
Fuck.
Holding back my emotions became nearly impossible, because what the actual fuck. This man, no he didn’t deserve to be called a man, forced his hands to her there. Rage boiled inside me but I locked it away for use later on, when I would face that lowlife scum. For now, though, I growled and let my lips latch onto the tender skin of her slender neck. Her pulse point thumped under my tongue as I trailed a wet line to her ear, her skin prickled with gooseflesh.
“A man who doesn’t pleasure you is a man not worth remembering,” I hummed against her soft skin, her breath hitched. I pulled back enough to move her long, dark hair out of my way then I pressed my mouth to the base of her hairline behind her ear. Penny would never know such pain again, I would spend the rest of my life trying to make up for letting her down. I would protect her from here on out and she would be my princess.
My cock pulsed against her stomach, but this wasn’t the time for him, this was all about Penny. I needed this to be just for her.
My mouth moved across the front of her neck to the other side, her body trembling as I ran my lips and tongue over her skin.
“Mase,” she whispered out unevenly as I bit down on her earlobe.
“Where else?”
Her breath hitched again, but she raised her hand to her cheek. Fire raced through me. The fucker would die. I stamped the anger down and brought my lips to her high cheekbone and kissed her. Feathering kisses over her cheeks and down her jaw until I made my way to her mouth. She opened for me and let me explore. My hands moved to grip her waist as I tugged her in close. Her breast pressing against me, it was my turn to shudder from the contact.
“Never again, Pen,” I promised as I pulled away to catch my breath. She panted, eyes wide as she stared up at me, her lush lips wet. “What do you need
?”
“You.” One word, my entire universe. Overwhelmed with her honesty, I looked up at the ceiling for some control. Me. She needed me. Fuck! What more could a man ask for? She jerked me out of my thoughts when her slender fingers wrapped around my straining cock.
“No,” I bit the word out. He wanted to be drained so badly but this was for Penny, she needed to know I was here for her. I held both her wrists, so the little vixen couldn’t touch me, and I scanned the bathroom. Fuck, it was small. But it had a basin with a small counter we could utilize. I grabbed a towel that hung nearby and threw it on the counter so it wouldn’t be cold under her behind. My hands found her waist and gripped her hips, lifting her. I intended to place her straight on the counter, but she wrapped her arms around my neck, legs around my waist and then her lips were on mine.
My cock slipped through her arousal as she ground into me. How the fuck was I going to turn this down? Her fingers threaded into my hair and she tugged, seeking control. I wasn’t going to let her have it, not today.
I moved to the counter where I lowered her and then unwound her from me. She growled in frustration as I stepped back leaving her there wet and ready.
“I need you,” she panted with a crease between her brows. God, she was cute.
“I know. I need you, too. But right now, I have something else in mind.” I dropped to my knees in front of her, my eyes never leaving hers. A blush crept over her cheeks, but she parted her legs a little more to allow me room.
Penny kept her pussy tidy, something about the fact she didn’t shave it all off aroused me. I placed my hands on her knees before shuffling forward more. “Move right to the edge, baby?” She inched forward, her pussy merely inches from my mouth. The smell of her scent invaded my senses and I licked my lips. “I want my mouth on you. Do you want that?” I nudged my nose into the crease of where her thigh met heaven and inhaled.
She made a noise deep in her throat which sounded like a ‘hell yeah.’ I chuckled against her skin before turning my attention where it was most needed.
I slid my hands up her legs until they framed her pussy. My thumbs caressed her lips before dipping into her folds. Wet, slick, and all mine.
“Please,” she panted out as I let go to hoist a leg over my shoulder so I could get in closer.
I moved forward and licked her from bottom to top. Letting her taste arouse me more than I thought possible. My tongue found her hard little nub, and he lathed it in attention as Penny squirmed on the bench. Her hands found my hair, and she wasn’t shy about positioning my head to where she wanted me most.
I sank a finger into her tight pussy and stroked her front wall.
“Jesus,” she cursed panting, grip tightening. I added a second digit.
My lips sucking, tongue lathing as my fingers worked inside her. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of Penny panting my name over and over again as I felt her body tense. I wanted nothing more than to stand and sink into her but this was for her not me. Her pussy gripped my fingers and pulsed as wave after wave crashed through her body. Her fingers tugged on my hair and she moaned low and long, body shaking as I wound out every single last tremor from her.
I pulled my fingers from her and looked up as she sagged against the mirror. Cheeks flushed, slight sweat on her skin and so fucking beautiful.
“Better?” I cocked a brow at her and she chuckled before looking down to where I had a hand wrapped around my cock. I wanted to stroke myself but I just gripped him. He’d go away, it’d be painful, but he would. She licked her lips, and I cursed.
“Not happening. You need to get ready for work.” She squealed as I hauled her ass off the counter heading for the tiny shower, I had no idea how we were both going to fit.
Penny would learn I’d never hurt her, but I would make sure to erase him from her brain.
Chapter 8
Penny
I was sweating a river. It ran down my back and into my butt crack. Lucy smiled at me from across the porch. The little bitch knew how much torture this was, I was certain. Mason kept giving me heated glances which had me wanting to sneak off to the barn and take care of business.
What the hell was I thinking? This would never be a good idea, Logan would shit a brick. It was simple, Mason and I would spend the rest of our lives in secret—it was the only option.
The jerk raised a brow at me as if he could read my thoughts.
Fuck, the stress made my body ache.
“Logan wants to have a reveal party,” Lucy stated and brought me out of my daze. I nodded, they were a thing these days.
“Logan has no friends,” I snorted because, well, he was my brother, I had to say shit.
“I’m here, so do it now,” Mason offered earning a flick on the ear from Logan.
“Why do I invite you two over?” He shook his head a little and then looked over at Lucy. He seemed to melt on the spot. Those hard features that the Andersons were known for seemed to soften, and he became a puddle of goo at her beck and call. My eyes met Mason’s, and he motioned with his head toward the stables.
My eyes just about bugged out of my head.
Are you fucking serious?
I glared at him and he nodded. I didn’t want to be caught by Logan when there were weapons on hand like pitchforks and rakes to stab you with. If he put his mind to it, I had no doubt he could hide a body, or he knew people who could. For some reason, Easton came to mind.
Chicken, Mason mouthed. Was he kidding me? My eyes shot to Logan, but he moved toward Lucy. I wanted to throw my beer at him, but then I would have to explain to Logan. Gosh, what a clusterfuck. I should just blurt it out.
“You feel hot.” Logan’s concern broke into my thoughts, I tore my eyes from Mason and looked over at Luce. She looked flushed and sweaty.
“Shit.” I got to my feet and moved in her direction. “You okay?”
Was the baby okay?
“I might go lay down,” she offered weakly, color rising even more to her cheeks but this time, because of embarrassment.
“Go, don’t stay because of us. We can go eat in town,” Mason offered from behind me. Logan scooped down and lifted her up. She was such a tiny thing. Without a word, Lucy burrowed into him and they headed inside.
Before I could turn around, Mason latched on to my hand, and he was tugging me off the porch and toward the stables.
“Are you crazy? Logan will kill us,” I whisper yelled. He would maim him.
“Only if we get caught. You’ll have to be quiet, darlin’.” He chuckled, as his pace picked up. This asshole, I loved him. My steps faltered a little, but I hid it because that was not something I was willing to admit to just yet. No point telling him he’d won right now.
We entered the stables, thankful it was the weekend and after four, so no one was milling about. The smell in the new stables had yet to set in. It was a familiar smell one you never forgot but didn’t like either. It reminded me of my childhood. The new stables were immaculate and looked classy. Anderson Stud had taken a step up in the world. A proud smile graced my lips as I walked as quick as I could to keep up with Mason.
A few horses stuck their heads over their gates but we rushed through toward the rear of the building.
Mason paused to pull open the door to the tack room and then he pushed me inside the darkness. Slamming the door as his lips found mine, he took complete control.
We hadn’t had sex for days. Mason was all about my pleasure and he denied himself several times, I had a feeling though that it was coming to an end.
My hands found his hat, and I pulled it off letting it fall to the ground somewhere in the darkness. Our tongues dueled in the dark as we struggled to strip clothes and keep our lips connected.
“Need you,” Mason panted out as I undid his jeans. I needed him too, seemed like I always needed him.
My hand dove into his jeans and I gripped his hard length. Hot and pulsing, he groaned into my mouth as I moved my hand in a slow tight grip.
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�This will be quick, I’ll take my time later. Right now, I need inside of you so bad.” He sounded desperate as he pushed my jeans down my legs and hobbled me at my knees.
With my shirt lost to the darkness, Mason pulled back a fraction and turned me around. His mouth came to my ear, chills shot through my body and I was more than ready for whatever he offered me. He bit down, his hands moving to grip my breasts offering a nice firm squeeze before he ground his hot cock into my behind. God, I loved this. I wielded so much power over Mason’s body, I loved it.
He shuffled us forward, which was hard considering my jeans sat at my knees. We stopped and Mason applied pressure between my shoulder blades. Blindly, I reached out in front of me and found what felt like a saddle on a stand. I leaned over and stood on tippy toes. His large hands found my behind, and he cupped it.
“I love this ass, Pen. It’s mine.” His thumbs dipped into my crease and I couldn’t stop the moan that left my lips. I needed him now. “You ready?” It was a stupid question, one he didn’t wait for a reply. He slipped his cock through my wet folds, humming in satisfaction as he did so, and then settled at my opening. “This is mine, too,” he growled before he thrust inside me in one full stroke and held himself as deep as he could get. I felt full, my body stretching to take him as he rotated his hips a little, the guy was a god.
“Please,” fell from my lips as breathing became hard. I wanted this as much as he did.
“You going to let me come inside this pussy, Pen? You going to let me keep what’s mine?”
Stupid, stupid questions. I knew as much as he did there was no way I could walk away from him. Ever.
“Yes,” I panted. Yes to everything Mason would ever give me. He would get no argument, not with his pulsing cock waiting to empty itself inside me. My muscles contracted at the thought and it was Mason’s turn to groan out long and low.
After what felt like an eternity, Mason slid all the way out and charged back in. My hips ground into the hard leather as we rocked forward. The grip he had on my hips tightened and he moved in solid strokes, filling me each time. My body grew tight and every small touch of his hands felt more intimate than before. The darkness that surrounded us seemed to heighten my other senses and this would be mind-blowing, but it always was with Mase.