He moved in, cupped the side of my face, and grinned. “You looked so cute and sexy sitting there, I lost my mind for a few moments.”

  “Maybe it’s your age?” I said, ignoring the way his words affected me.

  He laughed again, all sexy smile and glittering eyes, and I couldn’t look away. “Oh, you’ll pay for that one.”

  “Is that right?” I said, heart pounding harder.

  He sobered and swiped his thumb over my cheek. “Did you think about me today, kitten?”

  How could I not fall for this man? He touched me like I was precious, talked to me like I was important. Made me feel wanted. “What do you think?”

  He studied my face. “You didn’t come to the house and I was worried. I thought you might be upset after what happened at the cafe.”

  “Nope, I just wanted to feed Jimmy before I came over, and uh…freshen up a little.”

  His eyes turned hungry. “Did you touch yourself?”

  I shook my head, my belly fluttering, heart pounding. “No.”

  “Show me.”

  Aching need pulsed through me as I stood back, widened my stance, and lifted my dress.

  Mase’s gaze dropped and his nostrils flared before his gaze slid back to mine. “Good girl. Put your dress back down.”

  I did as he asked, because when we did this, when we played like this, I could let go. And right then, I desperately needed to let go.

  “You know what I’m going to ask now, don’t you?” he said.

  I couldn’t hold back my smile. “Yes.”

  “Well?”

  I sighed. “Clark is my vibrator.”

  He stilled.

  “Addy said I looked like I’ve been getting it good, and I had to tell them something.”

  He nodded, lips twitching even as heat fired through his gaze. “And have you…been getting it good, kitten?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Do I really need to answer that?”

  “No,” he said, a cocky-as-hell expression on his face.

  I laughed so he wouldn’t see what I was feeling right then. He didn’t want that from me. He never had. “Just a warning, if your head gets any bigger, you won’t fit back through the trailer door. You’ll be stuck in here forever.”

  “With you? Sounds like heaven to me.”

  There he went being sweet again. I couldn’t handle it when he said that stuff. “Well, since we’re not stuck in here due to your enormous head, where are we staying tonight?”

  I should stop this now. End it, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t let him go, not yet. And I truly believed if he was seriously considering getting back with Janie, he would have told me, he would end it between us. Mase wasn’t like that.

  He chuckled, and I couldn’t stop myself from pressing my hands to his chest to feel it as well. Smitten idiot.

  “My place,” he said. “And bring Clark.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Trixie

  Mase didn’t take me straight upstairs and cuff me to his bed, no, he made me wait.

  First, he insisted that I have dinner. He made me chicken, potatoes, and salad. It was amazing. And it wasn’t the first time he’d cooked for me either.

  His gaze dipped to my lips as I ate the last bite and then took a sip of his beer. “Good?”

  “Delicious.” I rested my chin in my palm. “Who taught you to cook?”

  “My mom.” His eyes got a faraway look and a small smile curled his lips. “She was a great cook and I loved helping her.”

  “My mom didn’t cook. There are a lot of things I don’t remember about her, but I do remember a lot of burned toast.” I chuckled. “My gran wasn’t much better. I had Gran, and I know you had your dad, but yeah, it’s hard, growing up without your mom,” I said and rested my hand on top of his.

  His eyes gentled and he turned his hand holding mine back. “Yeah, we both know what that’s like, it’s a shitty fucking club to be a member of.”

  “Yep, but I guess I lost my mom a long time before she died. She lived her own life without giving Ross and me much thought, and she made a lot of promises she never kept. When she died, I hadn’t seen or heard from her for six months.” I ran my fingers over his. I loved his hands, long and thick and calloused. I’d miss these hands. I’d miss everything about Mason Parker.

  “Shit, kitten, that’s tough. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

  “That’s life, right?” I shrugged it off.

  He held my gaze for a long second, not buying it. He gave my fingers another squeeze, in silent support, but didn’t push me for more either. “After we lost Mom, Dad kind of checked out for a while, so Quinn and me, we leaned on each other, were protective of each other.” He huffed out a breath. “You saw her reaction today when I dropped your panties, old habits die hard.”

  Don’t say anything. “Ah, yeah. She said a few things after you left. She’s worried about you. Quinn doesn’t love the idea of you hooking up with some random woman.”

  “Sounds about right.”

  Do not say it, Trixie! “She mentioned your ex. She’s not taking the divorce so well?”

  His expression went blank, shutting down right in front of me.

  “Sorry…you don’t have to answer that. It’s none of my business.” I stood quickly and carried our plates to the sink.

  Mase was there a moment later, moving up behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck, kissing me there. “Sorry, I just…I don’t want to talk about Janie. Tonight, I want to feel good, I want to make you feel good, have some fun, no more heavy talk, okay?”

  Not an answer, and no denying that it was none of my business. He’d steered us back to where we belonged. Nothing heavy. Fun. Sex.

  He was keeping an emotional distance between us, a wall up. And I got the feeling he’d do the same with anyone who wasn’t his ex-wife. And weak idiot that I was, I wasn’t going to push. I was on borrowed time, and I didn’t want to squander one moment that I had left.

  I turned in his arms and Mase cupped my face, like he often did, and pressed soft kisses to my neck, along my jaw. “You’re so beautiful, kitten. God, I want you all the time.”

  “It’s the same for me,” I whispered, gripping his shirt on either side of his waist.

  He kissed me again, slow and sweet, his stubble grazing my skin, his scent filling my head. His hold on me tightened and I leaned into him, wanting to get closer, always wanting to get closer. The kiss grew more urgent, and I returned his enthusiasm. Right then I needed to lose myself in him. No more thinking.

  His hands dropped to my butt and he hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck as he carried me upstairs. The kiss was deep and all-consuming, and I had no idea how we made it to his bedroom. He lowered me to his bed, coming down on top of me and kept on kissing me as his hand worked its way up under my dress.

  He cupped my bare flesh. “How you doing?”

  “Not so good,” I said.

  “You aching, kitten?”

  “Yes.”

  “You said you thought about me?”

  “Yes.” Always.

  “What did you think about?”

  “This, being alone with you in this room. The things you said this morning,” I whispered. “I spent the whole day hot and achy and feeling empty.”

  His face hovered above mine as his other hand brushed my cheek, then higher, the tip of his fingers gliding along my hairline, down to my ear, and across to trace my lips. “I’m gonna make you come with my mouth now, kitten, because you’ve been so very good. So patient. Then I’m going to cuff you to my bed and use your toy to make you come again.” He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. “Then I’m going to fuck you so hard the headboard will make a dent in the wall. You good with that?”

  I nodded, breath rushing from me, so hot for him right then I’d let him do anything he wanted to me. He’d taken Clark from me when I’d followed him over to the house, bringing it up to the bedroom and stashing it somewhere before we ate.

  Leaning in, he kissed me again, then moved down my body, his eyes on mine as he slid between my legs. Both of us were still dressed, and for some reason it was so incredibly sexy and a little dirty when he shoved up my dress.

  His gaze dipped between my thighs. “Fucking hell,” he rasped and licked his lips. “You need to come bad, don’t you, kitten?”

  “Yes.” I whimpered, so turned on now, I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. “I need you.”

  Mase didn’t make me wait another moment, he pressed his palms against my inner thighs, holding me wide, and brought his mouth down on my highly sensitive flesh. I was so needy, so desperate to come, the first lick had me crying out, my hand delving into his dark hair to hold him there. Mase traced my folds, licking and sucking me like I was his favorite meal, giving me what I desperately needed. My orgasm was already building, not surprising when I’d been out of my mind wanting him all day.

  He dragged his tongue higher, flicking my clit several times, then wrapped his lips around it and sucked. My back arched and I screamed out, coming hard and fast.

  Mase kissed the inside of my thigh, then climbed off the bed. Watching me, he reached back, tugged his shirt off, and flung it aside. Then moving to the bedside drawer, he pulled out a set of cuffs and Clark, tossing them on the bed beside me.

  A quiver moved through me, something that Mase didn’t miss as he took me in lying there. My gaze moved over him as well, his chest and broad shoulders, his tight abs and down to the bulge behind the zipper—another hungry shiver racked through me.

  A muscle in his jaw jumped. “You know what that little shiver does to me, kitten.” He moved closer and planted a hand against the mattress, looking down at me. “Arms above your head.”

  I did as he said and he tugged my dress higher, then up and over my head, throwing it aside with his shirt, my bra joining the pile next.

  Taking the cuffs, he curled his fingers around one of my wrists and secured one end before threading the other end through the wrought iron bars of his headboard. “If you don’t want to do this anymore, or you change your mind, if you don’t like the way this feels, just tell me and I’ll get you out of them straight away, okay?”

  “Okay, Mason.” His nostrils flared when I used his full name. I didn’t know why, but he loved it when I used it, especially when I was naked. And there was no way I was going to change my mind, I’d been fantasizing about this for a while now.

  He secured the second cuff around my wrist so it was the same as the first. Leaving room, but not quite enough for my hands to slip free.

  Mase stood back, his gaze moving over me, helpless and naked.

  My face was flushed and my hair fell all over the place. I’d bent my knees, keeping them pressed tightly together to ease the growing ache, and with each one of my excited breaths, my breasts jiggled.

  His fingers flexed at his sides. “Fuck, Trixie.”

  I squeezed my knees together tighter at the hungry growl in his voice.

  Without another word, he crawled onto the bed, hovering over me, that dark gaze everywhere. He leaned in and pressed his nose to the side of my neck and breathed in, making another rough sound. One of his hands covered my breast, and he massaged it as he kissed the skin over my collarbone, then carried on down. His lips covered my nipple, and he sucked it into his hot mouth.

  I writhed, gasping.

  Mase kept it up, while his other hand continued to massage the other side. I squirmed beneath him, my entire body hot and tingly, needy. “Mason.”

  That blue gaze lifted to me as he released my now dark pink nipple. “Having you at my mercy, kitten, it’s too good. I don’t know what to suck or kiss or fuck first.”

  Oh god. I rolled my hips, grinding my knees together, needing pressure on my clit. It wasn’t enough.

  He didn’t wait for an answer, no, he licked the other nipple, while he gently tugged on the other side with his fingers. They were sensitive and I wriggled wanting more, while at the same time whimpering because it was on the verge of too much.

  He sucked deeply one last time, then released me, and I groaned, my lower belly quivering, electricity zapping through every nerve ending. Rough-skinned hands slid down my thighs and he eased my legs apart as he kissed his way down my stomach.

  I arched again when he flicked his tongue over my clit, my entire body shaking now from my desperation to come, like I hadn’t just a short time ago. A low buzzing sound started.

  “Spread nice and wide for me, kitten.”

  Heat coiled tighter in my lower stomach because I knew what was coming. Knowing that Mase was doing it to me, that he was watching, made it so damn hot. He slid the vibrator up my inner thigh, then gently ran it along the seam of my pussy, sliding it over my clit several times. I cried out, close to going over the edge just from that, but Mase didn’t want that, not yet, and moved it down, through my slick folds, to my opening.

  “What do you think of while you’re fucking yourself with this alone in your trailer, kitten?” he said roughly, pushing it in an inch.

  My thighs shook. “Of you, of this,” I all but sobbed.

  “Yeah, you do,” he said and slid it deeper until it was all the way in, then he slowly, slowly, dragged it back out.

  I lifted my hips, trying to urge him on, wanting more. His gaze slid up to mine as he fucked me with it, lazily, and not quite deep enough, driving me wild. “Please, Mason, more.”

  He shook his head and leaned in to lick my clit again leisurely. “Fuck, you taste good, Trixie.”

  “Please,” I said again as slow waves of pleasure licked over me.

  He shook his head again. “I know you want hard, dirty girl, I know you want fast and deep, and you’ll get it, when my cock is inside you, not before.”

  Then he stopped teasing my clit and worked it with his tongue, licking and sucking, while he continued that same pace with the vibrator. It was too much, I writhed and Mase put a hand to my hip, holding me down and upped his efforts.

  Throwing my head back I cried out, coming a second time.

  The last wave moved through me, and I lay there sweaty and panting as Mase tossed Clark aside and lifted to his knees. His hands dropped to the button of his jeans and he tore them open, shoving them and his briefs down a bit. I had to swallow back another groan when he pulled his cock free, so impossibly hard and long and thick.

  Straddling me, he moved up my body, pausing long enough to slide an extra pillow behind my head. Hungrily, I watched as he fisted his cock and brought it to my mouth.

  “Open,” he demanded.

  Yes. I wanted his taste on my tongue. I wanted him to use me to get off.

  His hand went to the wall above the headboard, then he led the fat, glistening head of his cock to my parted lips. I darted my tongue out, licking fluid from the tip. “I love the way you taste as well.”

  His eyes flashed, so full of hunger, his need fed my own. He leaned in, pushing inside my mouth, and I opened for him, welcoming him in, hollowing my cheeks, and sucked.

  He cursed, his hips rocking forward, thrusting shallowly into my mouth. “Suck it, kitten…that’s it.”

  I wanted more, deeper, rougher. I lifted my head, to do just that, but he pulled back. And the whole time he watched me with ravenous eyes, teasing both of us, thrusting in, then pulling back as I desperately tried to take all of him. Finally, he cupped my jaw and thrust into my mouth several times in quick succession. I wanted to grab his hips and keep him there. He groaned, then pulled out totally.

  “Mason…please,” I protested.

  “Not going to blow in your sexy mouth, kitten. I want to be inside you when I come.” He climbed off the bed and shoved his jeans and briefs completely off, then grabbing a condom, rolled it on, and climbed on top on me.

  I wrapped my legs around his hips.

  “Hold on to the bars, nice and tight, baby,” he said as he positioned himself.

  I nodded, and he didn’t even pause, he slammed inside me so deep I cried out.

  So good. How was this always so fucking good. Mase was up on his hands, his stare locked on mine as he fucked me hard. I couldn’t look away from him. His jaw was tight, his blue eyes so dark they were almost black.

  His beautiful body strained as he pounded into me, and I lifted my hips so I could take him even deeper. He growled and looked down between our bodies, watching as he filled me over and over again.

  Then his head came back up and his mouth came down on mine, our lips colliding in a hungry, wet kiss that was so incredibly hot I couldn’t get enough. I never knew it could be this good. I never imagined it was possible.

  Like he could read my mind, Mase lifted his head, a fierce look on his face. “Look what you do to me, Trixie. Only. You,” he bit out, punctuating each word with a hard thrust of his hips. “Fuck, kitten. Only you.”

  I didn’t care that those words were only said in the heat of the moment, I let them sink in deep. I let every perfect thing about this moment settle in my heart.

  Then he went up to his knees, gripped my hips, and every ripped inch of him strained and flexed as he fucked me even harder. I gripped the bars above my head, while the top of the headboard slammed into the wall like he said it would. Mase dropped a hand between my thighs and swept his thumb over my clit, pressing down and rubbing it, and that was all I could take.

  I came with a scream, shaking and sobbing.

  Mase came back down on top of me, pinning me with his weight, thrusting deep and staying deep, then with a shout he came as well.

  I clung to him.

  And I wasn’t sure how I was ever going to let go.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Mase

  Trying my best not to shake, I lifted up on my elbows and looked down at Trixie. Wide green eyes stared back at me, and I felt it like a kick behind the ribs. She was a work of art, a colorful, living painting against my sheets.

  “Hey,” I rasped.

  Pink cheeked and swollen lipped, she grinned up at me. “Hey, Sheriff.”

 

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