Chapter 17
MASON
Ishould look away.
I know I should look away.
But I don't.
The curtains are thick—heavy fabric designed to block sight lines—but the gap where the panels don't quite meet is just enough.
Through the scope, I can see her like she's standing right in front of me.
She's already naked.
Completely bare, standing in the middle of her bedroom with her head tilted back and her hand between her legs. The sight detonates through me like a flashbang—white-hot and blinding.
Christ.
My breath stops, and my hands tighten on the rifle. My entire body locks down, every muscle coiled tight as I watch her fingers move against herself. Slow circles. Deliberate pressure. I flick my gaze up to where she’s plucking her nipple and then back to her pussy.
I wish my fingers were the ones rubbing her clit. I wish I could hear how wet she is. I bet she smells fucking delicious. I bet she tastes even better.
My dick is rock hard in my jeans, throbbing with a need so bad it's painful. I press a hand over it, but it pulses back like it has a will of its own.
She turns and reaches for something in the nightstand. When she reveals a vibrator, sleek and black, my brain short-circuits.
She's not going to—
I inhale sharply. She does.
She lies back on the bed, her legs falling open, and brings the vibrator between her thighs. Even from this distance, I can see the way her body arches when she turns it on. The way her mouth opens on a silent gasp.
Fuck.
I'm undoing my belt before I can think about it. Unzipping my jeans. My hand wraps around my dick and the relief is immediate and overwhelming, a release of pressure that's been building since the moment I first saw her walk into the Rusty Spur.
I bite my lip to keep my groan silent. That last thing I need is for her neighbors to come out to investigate a noise in their yard and find me here jerking off.
I grip myself hard and stroke, matching her rhythm. Watching her hips roll. Watching her free hand grip the sheets. Imagining her call my name.
This is wrong.
This is so fucking wrong.
There is no fucking way I’m stopping.