by Rush, Olivia
“Let me give you a ride,” Mason said and gestured to the Dodge. “I’m off the rest of the day anyway, and it’s hot as shit out here.”
I nodded my thanks and shut the car door. I’d have to call a towing company when I got home, and maybe get in contact with Peggy. Dave might be able to help out with the battery situation—if not, I was pretty much hoofin’ it until my first paycheck.
“Thanks,” I said.
Mason opened the car door for me, and I slipped into the passenger seat and buckled up. We spent the ride in utter silence, thoughts of what’d happened that morning spreading between us, thin, bubbling. God, I had to keep my mind off that.
It’d been the wrong thing to do. Not only was he a neighbor, even a friend, but he was technically my boss now, and the last thing I needed was to lose the only thing I had going for me right now—a job. Not even a job I enjoyed, but I needed it all the same.
Mason picked up on the vibe, it seemed. He dropped me in front of the house, didn’t walk me up to the door, and drove off after I’d unlocked and gotten inside.
“God,” I groaned and shut the door behind me. I leaned against it, clutching the knob. “God, this sucks. Please, if anyone up there is listening, help me out of this weirdass situation. And also, excuse the cursing.” I pushed off from the door and made my way upstairs, yawning. I’d hardly been on my feet all day, but the constant stress of being around Mason and freaking out about where the next paycheck would come from had taken its toll.
I entered my bedroom and started stripping. Shirt first, then pants, then panties. Every piece removed was a relief. I turned toward my window, stretched my arms out wide, and froze.
Just across from me—far, but close enough to see—Mason paced back and forth in a bedroom exactly level with mine. He was on the phone, his shoulders tense, and he gestured wildly.
Mason turned and halted. His eyes widened as he caught sight of me, and his mouth opened. The phone slipped from his hand.
“Shit!” I dove to the left, onto my bed and out of sight. “Shit, shit.” Could anything else go wrong today? Any other embarrassing events? The guy probably thought I was toying with him or something.
I scrambled across the bed and to my closet door, ripped a short, satin robe out of it, threw it on, then hurried back to the curtains. Mason was no longer in front of the window, thank god, but my stomach still crawled.
Why did this have to be so damn difficult?
It was like I was Superman and kryptonite lived right next door.
I tugged the drapes shut and sighed, then padded across my bedroom floor and toward the bathroom. Shower, here I come.
The doorbell buzzed downstairs, and I halted. My mouth went dry. What if it was him? Mason, here to talk to me about— The doorbell rang again, followed by thunderous knocks on the old wood.
“Shit and double shit,” I whispered, but I didn’t ignore it. I couldn’t. I hurried down the hall, the stairs, and to the front door. I took a deep breath, drew back the latch, and opened up.
“Good after—oh.” Troy, the carpenter, stood on the front porch, one fist raised and the other gripping the handle of a crutch. “Oh my, I’m sorry, dear, I didn’t know you were—” He bowed his balding head and gestured to my lack of clothing.
“Shoot, sorry,” I said and swung the door slightly closed so that it covered me up. “Hi, Troy. How are you? How’s the back?”
The old man’s cheeks were tomatoes. “Doc says I have to use the crutch for a while, but otherwise, I’m all good. I should be ready to get back to work next week. Which is why I’m here.”
“Troy, you know you’re not going to be ready to get back to work next week.” Mason strode down the path behind the old man, shaking his head.
“Darn it,” Troy growled and pursed his lips. Caught red-handed, trying to work when he needed to rest and recover.
“I believe you made a promise to me,” Mason said and laid a hand on the carpenter’s shoulder. “And that was to get well before you tried doing anything strenuous.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“I think you’d better head on home, Troy. If you come around here again, or if I hear you’re trying to do any kind of work, I’ll be paying you another visit.” Mason was friendly enough about it, but his tone was serious.
“Fine,” Troy grumbled. “Fine, all right. But I don’t like it, Doctor. Man’s gotta pay the bills.”
“Moira told me she’s getting on just fine with you out of work,” Mason put in.
“All right, all right. Good afternoon, Miss Starr. I’ll see you in a few weeks if you still need me.”
I lifted a hand, but Troy had already trundled off down the front steps and the garden path.
Which left me—just me, in my threadbare robe—and Mason a foot away.
Chapter 14
Mason
The universe was conspiring against me.
It was determined to force the fucking issue here. I couldn’t have a damn call in my bedroom, albeit an infuriating one, without Becca’s gorgeous, naked body floating into view. God help me. And now here she was, standing in a barely-there robe, her tits making a bid for fucking freedom, and all the blood had rushed from my thinking organ to my fucking organ.
It wasn’t enough that I’d put off moving. That I was on the brink of calling Crown and telling him I needed my job back, all because I couldn’t get enough of my next-door neighbor. Christ, what a fuck-up. All I’d wanted was to escape Stoneport, but now, all I wanted was to stay. With her.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi.”
“Listen, I came over to apologize for just now. The whole, through-the-window-peeping-Tom thing isn’t my style.”
“I figured.” Becca swallowed, her fingers toying with the bottom hem of her robe. Below it, there was nothing but tan thigh. “The peeping Tom thing, not the apology, I mean. You don’t need to apologize. That was my fault. I forgot to close the drapes. Careless.” She shrugged, and her robe slipped off her shoulder, exposing her collar bone.
Christ on a cracker. “Then we’re both sorry,” I said.
“Yeah.”
I gritted my teeth at the building pressure, and the quiet between us. Out in the garden, insects buzzed in the midday heat. A dog barked in the distance, and a car cruised by in the road. Becca bit the corner of her lip, her teeth whitening the skin.
“Are you OK?” she asked. “You seemed angry on the phone.”
“Fuck the phone,” I said. “And fuck, right now. Becca, you gotta close that damn door or I’m coming in there. I need to touch you. I need to take you. Close it.”
Instead, she opened it wider, stepped back a pace, and unhooked the loop of silk belt at her waist.
My cock was already stiff in my pants, but it made a concerted bid for freedom now, throbbing as I watched her. “Becca.”
“I want it,” she said. “I don’t care anymore. I can’t stand the pressure of being around you. I need you inside me, Mason. I’m making this goddamn choice with eyes wide open and my mind clear.” She slid the silk sleeves down her arms and dropped the robe in a shimmering puddle at her feet.
I absorbed the sight of her.
Tits perky, full, nipples puckering from the cool air. Her pussy was clean shaven, her legs shapely, hips curvy. Olive skin, rose scent, dripping wet. A million different sensations and thoughts. I couldn’t grab one before it flitted away and was replaced by another.
“Fuck me,” she said, her voice cracking. “Please.”
“I love it when you beg,” I growled and charged at her. I slammed the door shut with my heel, but I couldn’t manage the long walk up the stairs this time. My hand moved to her throat and gripped it gently, and we careened to one side, back, back, until we burst into a well-lit room, free of furniture except for a mantelpiece.
“Mason,” she whispered. “Oh my god, I need you. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She ripped at my belt and tore it free as I stripped off my shirt. The jeans came down, boots kicked off
.
Becca was wild, gripping at my muscles, running her fingers everywhere, her tongue dancing across my chest, up to my Adam’s apple. She sucked on it lightly, then moved down again to my chest. She bit one nipple and sucked it, even as I kicked off my jeans.
Naked now, totally fucking naked.
“I want to suck it,” she moaned. “Please.”
“Suck it, baby. It’s all yours. Whatever you want, Becca. Whatever you fucking want.”
She dropped to her knees in front of me and took hold of my cock. She dragged her tongue over the underside, and I jerked toward her, my balls tightening up. Christ, so fucking wet and warm.
Becca licked the precum off my tip, then took it in her mouth and slid her mouth as far down my shaft as she could go. She choked halfway to the base and pulled back, eyes watering.
I caught her wrist. “You can stop if it’s too much, angelface.”
“No. I like it.” She dove down again, sucking on me, just fucking slobbering. Polishing my fucking knob so good I lost track of space and time. My mind blanked out, my sole focus the top of Becca’s head, bobbing back and forth. She looked up at me, gagged on my dick, but continued, working her right hand over my skin, smoothing her saliva over it and sending bursts of pleasure through me.
“Fuck, angel, you gotta stop. I’m gonna blow in your mouth.” I grabbed a handful of her hair. “Angel, stop.”
She kissed the tip, then pulled back and stuck out her bottom lip. “I want to taste you,” she said. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
“I want you first. All of you.” I fell to my knees in front of her, placed my hand on her chest and forced her back on the floorboards. She wriggled, and gasped at the cold wood on her back, lust locked in her face. “Lie still,” I commanded.
I lifted one of her feet and then the other, planting them on the ground firmly. I slid my hands under her ass and lifted it, lowered myself to my elbows in front of her pussy.
“Mason, what are you—”
I cut her off by burying my face in her pussy. I feasted on her, suckling on her clit, working my way down to her hole and tongue-fucking her so hard and fast she actually screamed. Becca drummed her heels on the board, her thighs quivering.
Fuck, it was as if I’d been made to pleasure this woman. Her body responded to every stroke, every lick. Her pussy tightened around my tongue. I held her up with one hand, the other pinching, then circling her clit.
“Mason, I’m going to c-come. Baby, I’m going to—”
I growled into her flesh, worked my tongue back and forth inside her, spreading her sweet flavor over my tongue. My fingers worked her tight, little button so fast, and she jiggled in time to the rhythm.
“I’m coming. I’m coming.” Becca’s ass lifted even more, and she pulsed around my tongue, squeezing, writhing. “Oh, god. Mason!” She rode the wave, massaging my tongue with her velvet warmth, and I slowed my touch on her clit, incrementally.
Finally, I lowered her back down to the boards, spat on my hand, and smoothed the combination of us over my dick. My head glistened, the wettest I’d ever been, and I looked up at her. “You ready, angel?”
Becca’s chin bobbed up and down, her breaths still ragged from her climax. “Please.”
I grinned and rolled her onto her stomach, admiring the peach of an ass in the afternoon sunlight. She lay flat but worked her ass up into the air for me, presenting that dripping box for me. Fuck, it was already unwrapped, but it was still a gift.
All fucking mine. For now and forever.
Jesus, it was true. I wanted this every day. I needed her every day. Her presence.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
“What is it?” She glanced over her shoulder, accenting her beauty in side profile. “Mason?”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“Oh,” she said. “Oh, shit.”
“You’re not on the pill?”
“I am,” she said. “Yes, I’m on the pill. Just fuck me, please. Fuck me raw.”
“I’ve—fuck, Becca.” I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed, parting them and pinching them together, watching the flesh jiggle, admiring her tight little asshole, and the fat pussy just waiting for me. “I’ve never fucked raw before.”
“Me either,” she said. “Condoms always.”
I growled. It would be a first for us both, and that meant something. Raw virginity? Fuck, I could imagine no one else I wanted this with. “You ready?” I repeated.
Becca wiggled her ass at me. “All the way. Please. Deep.”
I placed my head at her entrance, moved it back and forth, collecting all her cum and spreading it over my skin. She opened up for me, a flower to the sun, and I pressed my head into her.
I entered slowly, stretching her out. “Christ, you’re so fucking tight.”
“That’s because you’re so fucking big,” she moaned back.
I slipped in inch by inch, exhaling through my nose. It was too good, too wet, too soft. Jesus, it was better than anything I’d experienced in my entire life.
“That’s so good.” Becca’s nails bit into the wooden boards. “That’s so good, oh my god. I’ve never—oh—fuck.”
I plunged into her to the hilt, forcing the last bit in hard. She screamed and tightened around me. “Good,” I said.
“So good,” she agreed.
I pulled out, admiring the sheen on my cock.
Becca wasn’t patient. She rocked back and ate me up again, then swayed forward and repeated the motion, desperate for my dick. “Hey,” I said and slapped her ass, hard.
She whined but didn’t stop.
I dug my fingertips into her ample ass cheeks and rammed into her, taking control of the rhythm, my knees scraping against the floor. I lifted one leg and braced my foot, then reached around and lifted Becca onto all fours.
I plunged into her again and again, using the leverage to reach every spot that’d never been touched.
“Fucking—oh my god,” Becca shrieked, throwing her head back, her curls rolling over her naked back, and falling to one side. “Don’t stop. I’m going to come again.”
“Me too,” I grunted, working myself inside her.
It was too goddamn good, and I needed to fill this woman with my cum. I needed it like I needed air. It would be the crowning fucking achievement of my life, just knowing I’d marked her like this. Coated her in so much of me and had so much of her on me.
“I want it,” Becca said, as if she’d read my mind. “I want your cum, Mason. Please give it to me.”
I reached around and played with her clit, circling it fast. “Good,” I said. “’Cause it’s all yours, angel. Here I come.”
Becca pressed her ass into me, taking as much of my dick as she could, demanding everything I had with her body, her asshole pressing against my abdomen.
“Fuck,” I roared, slapping a palm onto her lower back. My balls drew up, and pleasure shuddered through them, through me, and down my dick. I squirted inside her, gripping her by the hips and lifting her ass, holding her on my dick as I filled her, spasming again and again.
Becca’s cunt tightened around me and pulsed. She collapsed forward, head falling to one side, her eyes rolling back in her head.
I still hadn’t stopped. It was the everlasting fucking orgasm.
Finally, it ended. I lowered Becca’s knees to the ground again, gasping for breath. My knees gave way, and I slipped out of her and sat down heavily, her pussy inches from my face and dripping with me.
“Becca,” I muttered and grabbed her thigh. I sat her back in my lap, looped my arm around her waist, and kissed the sweat-covered skin on her back. “Jesus, Becca.”
She shook with low laughter and turned her head to look at me out of the corner of her eyes. “I think you just ruined me,” Becca said. “For all other sex, ever.”
“Good,” I growled and fell backward onto the wood, taking her with me. I rolled her onto her back and lay on top of her, my arms braced on either side of her he
ad. We met each other, gaze for gaze, our noses touching. “The only other sex you’re going to get is from me. Got that?”
“Yes, doctor,” she said and winked.
Chapter 15
Rebecca
After a quick, shared shower, we made our way downstairs to the kitchen, both silent and, presumably, lost in our thoughts.
What’d happened had been…something else. I’d never experienced that level of pleasure, satisfaction, or connection before, and it scared the living bejesus out of me. God, why did he have to be so damn perfect?
Kind, caring—a friggin’ doctor for Pete’s sake—and strong. Handsome.
Yeah, because thinking like this is totally helping.
“Coffee?” I asked as we entered the kitchen. Anything to fill the silence that’d bloomed between us the minute Mason had turned the faucets in the shower and cut off the water.
“That would be great,” he replied and cleared his throat. “Not gonna lie, I drained most of my energy back there.”
I gave an awkward chuckle and turned my back on him, busying myself with the coffee pot and grinder instead. The noise separated us and gave me a brief respite. What had I done? It wasn’t so much regret that swam through me but resignation.
I couldn’t get enough of him, in every way, but I had to confine myself to just the physical. I could not risk falling in love again. The last time, I’d lost everything. This was meant to be my fresh start, not a repeat of all the mistakes I’d made in the past.
I clicked off the grinder and set about preparing the brew.
“Hey,” Mason said, behind me. “You wanna talk about it?”
“About what?” I asked, my voice a little too high for my liking.
“About that unbelievable, life-altering fuck, Rebecca.”
I cringed at my full name. It reminded me of my mother scolding me. “Sure,” I said and faced him again, bracing my palms on the counter behind me. “Which part? The part where you filled me with your cum? Or the part where I came all over your face? Or maybe the part—”