61. Mason
SIXTY-ONE
MASON
It’s been a week, and Lily hasn’t told me to leave. Technically, she hasn’t told me to stay either, but Jax and Blakely tipped me off about this bed-and-breakfast spot on the edge of town. So here I am, immersing myself in the small-town life whether Lily admits she wants me here or not.
I’ve spent every single day at Chase and Alina’s—who has finally given me permission to call her Lee—and every day, I’ve been feeling Lily’s eyes linger a little longer. Her icy walls melting a little more.
“You’re lucky he wants to play with you all the time,” Lily says, her voice startling me from where I’m watching baby Chase suck in deep, even breaths.
He fell asleep about twenty minutes ago, and I’ve been sitting here, soaking him in, ever since, my gut twisting with worry over what the fuck I’ll do if she decides she doesn’t want me around. I know he’s not mine, but…he feels like mine.
I smirk, standing up and walking over to her. “You sure it’s not you who wants to play with me?”
She snorts, slapping her hand on my chest, and I grin, enjoying the light that’s slowly starting to seep back into her eyes.
Lee walks into the living room, her gaze softening as she sees how close we’re standing. “I can watch him if y’all wanna go talk.” She waves her hand toward Chase.
Lily’s brows draw in, her head tilting. “That’s not?—”
Grabbing her hand, I drag her down the hall. “That’d be great, thanks,” I holler behind my shoulder.
I bring Lily into the room and close the door, pushing her up against it, immediately crowding her space. “Do you forgive me yet?” I ask, my arms coming up to rest on the sides of her head, caging her in.
She sucks in a breath, her eyes darkening. Her face is still bruised, but the swelling has gone down significantly, and she’s out of the sling they had her in. She’s still sore, but she never complains, swallowing down the pain and refusing to take heavy meds.
She scrunches her nose. “You think you deserve to be forgiven?”
I nod, bringing my mouth close enough to brush against hers. “I’ll beg if you want.”
She smiles against my lips. “I don’t want you to beg,” she says. “I just want you to be honest.”
My body pushes into hers, letting her feel the effect her closeness is having on my body, my cock growing as I press it against her belly. “I’m honestly tired of trying not to touch you.”
She huffs. “God, but can you be serious for a second?”
My hands come down to frame her face, loving the way my palms feel sliding against her skin. “I am honest, little bird. I’m in love with you. Desperately.” I press a kiss to the corner of her lips. “Madly.” A kiss to the other side. “Deeply.” I brush my lips against hers lightly, my stomach jumping when she doesn’t push me away.
“And you don’t have any other secrets?”
My heart skips in my chest, banging against my rib cage. I shake my head. “No other secrets. Well, I never lived in Colorado. But that’s it, I swear.” I brush my lips across hers again. “Please, little bird. Love me back,” I whisper.
Her eyes flicker, and then her hands run up my chest. “I do love you. I never stopped. That’s the problem.”
I press myself into her pelvis again, unable to stop the way my body reacts to her touch. “Say bunny.”
Our safe word. If she says it, I’ll swallow my pride, and I’ll respect her choice.
She sucks in a breath but shakes her head. And that’s all I need.
I lean in and capture her lips with mine, months of anxiety melting away at the taste of her on my tongue. She moans and sinks into me farther as I lift her legs up to wrap around my waist, pulling her farther into the room and lying on the bed so she rests on top of me.
She twirls her tongue with mine, my heart jolting against my sternum. Her hair tickles my neck as she moves, sitting up straight, her hot center pressing down on me. I groan, thrusting my hips into her, and she bites her lip as she peers down.
“I forgive you,” she says.
A grin spreads across my face, my chest feeling like it might explode from her words. I rise up on my elbows, bringing her in for another kiss as she starts to slowly grind on my lap.
“I don’t think this is what Lee had in mind when she said for us to talk,” Lily gasps. “She’s right down the hall.”
My mouth leaves hers and moves to suck on her neck. “Don’t care,” I mumble against her skin.
“I don’t know if I can?—”
My finger presses against her lips, already knowing what she’s going to say. That she doesn’t know if she can do normal sex. “You can, little bird. There’s no one here but you and me.”
Biting her bottom lip, her eyes darken, making a shot of arousal pool in my stomach.
“I want you on top because I don’t want to hurt you. You’re still healing.” I lean back, my hands going behind my head. “Take control, baby.”
I move to help her take off my pants, knowing she doesn’t have full range of motion yet. Her pink summer dress flows around us, my cock springing free and resting against her damp panties. She mewls as she presses herself against me.
“Oh my God , I missed you,” she groans.
My chest lights up like the night sky, soaking up the energy that weaves between us, binding us together. There was a time I thought that it would never happen again. That I’d already had my chance. That we’d have to wait until the next life to try again.
She slips a hand under her dress and moves her panties to the side, grabbing my shaft and lining it up at her entrance. I pulse in her hand, precum bubbling at the tip and sliding down my length when her hand pumps me once. Twice.
My abs tighten and my head falls back at her touch. “Fuck.”
Slowly, she drops down on my cock, her heat enveloping me inch by glorious inch until she’s seated fully on top of me. Her eyes flutter closed, her chest heaving as she sucks in deep breaths.
I twitch inside of her, ready to explode just from the feel of her walls hugging me. My palms grip her hips. “Are you okay?”
“It hurts a little.” She moves her hips forward, making my eyes roll back. “But I like the pain.”
She starts a steady rhythm, her hips moving slow and steady, the heat building between our bodies until it feels like an inferno. But I’m willing to burn alive as long as we get to be together.
Heat collects at the base of my spine as her walls flutter around me, her hand coming up to her mouth to stifle the sounds.
My hips start to move, working us into a slightly faster motion, wanting to feel her come apart around me. “Are you still with me, little bird?”
Her eyes look down, blazing into mine. She nods, and I thrust sharply into her, my thumb pressing down on her swollen clit. “Are you about to come for me?”
She nods again, her legs tightening around my hips as she works her body the way she needs against my cock. Fuck , she’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
My balls tense, my cock jerking inside of her.
Goddamn.
And then her body tightens up, her mouth opening on a silent scream, body trembling, and walls milking my shaft as she comes undone around me.
Her orgasm is enough to send me over the edge, my length throbbing as I release deep inside of her, my hips pushing in farther to be as close to her as I can get.
Spent, I collapse back on the bed, her body resting on top of mine, her mouth laving kisses along my chest.
My hand smooths over the back of her hair. “Are you okay?” My heart pinches as I think about her body still healing and me, a fucking Neanderthal not able to keep my hands to myself.
She grins up at me. “I’m perfect.”
And as we lie in her temporary bed, in her temporary home, my soul feels more satiated than ever. Because I know that this is forever.
I’m never leaving again.