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Pausing for a moment, his eyes flicker up to my face. “Why? Because you’re no longer mine?”
“No, because I have no intention of going out, or being with anyone else.”
“And the other night?”
“We stayed home.”
“Good,” he growls as he runs his flattened tongue over my skin.
Although staying home was our intention all along, I’m not going to throw Cassie under the bus. Her objective may have been misguided, but the sentiment behind it wasn’t.
The hand that’s still on my waist moves in between us, slipping down the front of my tights. He scoots me a little further back on his lap to gain better access, and when his fingers slide into my underwear, I angle my head back and moan.
His fingertips move back and forth over my sensitive flesh, and it’s only been a week without him, but I’ve missed these feelings he evokes in me.
My breath hitches in my throat when he slides a thick finger deep inside me. “That’s it, babe,” he utters when I roll my hips forward. “You’re so tight, so wet … I’ve missed your pussy.” He withdraws his finger, and when he drives back in, I can feel he’s added a second digit. The delicious feeling of being stretched wide has me whimpering. His mouth seeks out mine as his thumb moves to my clit, adding the perfect amount of pressure. When he pushes all the way in, knuckles deep, I jerk my pelvis forward, because like always, I can’t seem to get enough of him. “Fuck my fingers, Red … yes, just like that.”
I’m seconds away from coming, but he suddenly withdraws, tugging my top over my head and tossing it aside. When he lifts me off his lap, I’m confused. He places me down beside him and abruptly stands, bending to reach for the waistband of my tights.
He hastily drags them down my legs, along with my underwear. When I’m stripped of everything but my bra, he stands to full height and takes me in. His tongue darts out and skims over his lips as he palms his cock through his jeans.
“I need to taste you,” he growls.
Reaching for my ankles, he spreads my legs wide before dropping to his knees. My back arches off the cushion as soon as his mouth is on me. “Oh, God,” I moan, threading my fingers into his hair when he pushes his tongue deep inside me, wiggling it around.
“I want to hear you scream my name when I make you come.”
He moves back to my clit, swirling his tongue around in circles, and when I fall over the edge, I tug on his strands. “Mason!”
I feel his lips curve against my skin when I call out his name. He doesn’t stop lapping me up until he’s drained every ounce of pleasure from me. And when he’s done, he places a soft kiss on my inner thigh.
“Good girl,” he whispers against my skin. Straightening his body, he reaches for the neck of his shirt, whipping it over his head. His eyes are on me as he pops the button of his jeans. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Red; you’ll be lucky if you can walk by the time I’m through with you.”
There’s nothing about his words that frighten me. Even when he loses control of himself during sex, he never hurts me.
“I can take whatever you dish out,” I say.
“I don’t doubt that for a second, sweetheart,” he retorts, dragging my body to the edge of the cushion. He tugs down the cup of my bra, leaning in to suck my hardened nipple into his mouth whilst dragging himself back and forth through my arousal. “You’ve been craving my humungous man sausage … haven’t you, Red?”
I narrow my eyes, because I know he’s making fun of me now. “Not one bit.”
“Liar.”
“Don’t get a head of yourself, Wolf, this doesn’t mean anything. It’s purely a distractionfor youand nothing more.”
A smile tugs at his mouth as he runs his flattened palms up the back of my legs, then hooks them behind my knees. He pushes them down towards my body and opens me up wide for him. “That’s where you’re wrong, babe.” He glides the head of his cock inside me before driving all the way home. When his eyelids drift closed and he tilts back his head, a long, drawn-out groan falls from his lips. “This means everything,” he growls, drawing back to the tip before thrusting back in. “Every. Fucking. Thing.”
Chapter31
Mason
The last few days have been an absolute shitshow. I’m physically and emotionally exhausted. I haven’t heard from Jacinta since she let me use her body as a distraction, but I’ve been too preoccupied to let that worry me. I haven’t gone back to work this week, but I’ve still been sending Blake to school. I don’t want to be dragging him all over the place while I try and sift through this clusterfuck my father left behind. I want to shield him from all of it.
Connor has had the forensic team combing over the house for the past few days, and I’ve had to meet with the detectives a few times to give them detailed statements of what I remember about the night before my mother disappeared and his prior behaviour towards her. A firsthand glimpse at what the not-so-honourable Warren Bradley was like behind closed doors. It’s forced me to relive so much of my past that I’ve kept buried, that by the time I lay my head on the pillow each night, I’m tempted to reach out to Red. She gave me a selfless gift the other day—although she did get two orgasms out of it—but I’m not about to take advantage of her like that. I can’t continue to rely on her for a distraction—even if it means I get to spend time with her—because if she never comes back to me, I’m going to have to find other ways to cope moving forward.
Besides, it’s only going to make it harder to get over her if I do. My time with her the other day was way too short and only made me miss her more. Every glance, every smile, every touch, every kind gesture, only amplifies the magnitude of my loss. It’s another thing I can add to the growing list of why I hate my father. My coping mechanism to deal with him as a kid carried into my adulthood. It’s what fucked up my relationship with Red.
I want her back full-time, not as a temporary stand-in. I love her, but I refuse to utter those words until she knows what she wants. It’s not fair to put that on her if she’s not sure about us.
