Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
CASEY
M ason’s words resounded through me like an acknowledgement that encased my heart and bound it to his forever. He loved me. They were words he didn’t speak often, just like my brother didn’t, the two not attaching themselves to anyone, the armor they wore too thick to penetrate. But he loved me, and I loved him.
Our lips parted, and I pushed back, my hands on his firm chest. “So, you ruin me for any other man and now you want me to give up my life so that I can do what? Prance around in my lingerie while you work?”
“Fuck yeah. You can interrupt my business calls anytime you want, sweetheart. In fact, if you want to drop to your knees and use that gorgeous mouth on me while I’m talking, I’ll be happy to punish you once you’ve swallowed.”
“Punish?” I asked, layering my voice with as much seduction as I could. “I thought you didn’t dole out punishments on anyone but your enemies.”
His hand rose under my shirt, taunting my nipple through the fabric of my bra. “I don’t, but I think I’ll make an exception from now on because the idea of smacking that ass again until you come is making me hard. And you’re definitely getting punished for wearing this outfit and those panties.”
My heart raced in anticipation.
“Turn around princess.” Damn, he’d called me princess again, and it soaked me every time he did.
I stood, letting my eye drop to his hard-on. “Don’t worry about that. You’ll take care of it in due time.”
He grabbed my waist and turned me. I wanted to scold him for continuing to use the arm with the injury, knowing it had to hurt, but he’d stood and had me bent over before I could say anything. He weaved his hand through my hair and tugged as his other hand caressed my ass. His arm put pressure on the cut on my back, the one that had remained hidden under my hair, and I hissed. He stopped, pulling me up and lifting my hair.
“What the fuck, Casey? You’re injured?” There was so much worry in his voice I felt bad that I hadn’t mentioned it. He shoved my shirt up, slowing down as he reached the gash. I gritted my teeth against the pain. The material stuck to the wound now that the blood had dried. “Shit, Case. Did they do this?”
“No,” I whimpered as he pulled it up the rest of the way. He forced my shirt up further and moved my hair around my neck.
“That’s gonna leave a scar.” I felt his fingers gingerly touching the surrounding skin before they lifted. He moved from me and rummaged through the medical case Leo had left on the seat across from us. “Take that shirt off the rest of the way, Case.”
I followed his order, noting how his eyes dropped to my chest when he turned. “Damn, those tits are by far the sexiest I’ve ever seen.”
Arching my brow, I said, “And should I ask how many you’ve seen to compare them to?”
“Enough,” he answered with a chuckle, tossing the bottle of water Breck had used into his stronger hand. “But I won’t be seeing any but yours from now on, sweetheart.”
My heart jumped at his words. “That’s going to sting,” I said, biting my lip.
He moved behind me again, yanking my hips back. I heard his grunt and knew from the sound it wasn’t because of my position. His shoulder was hurting, but he wouldn’t admit that to me.
“It won’t sting as bad as my hand will when it’s smacking that ass later.”
A shiver shuddered through me. His hand smoothed along my ass, causing a moan to softly fall from my mouth.
“None of that, sweetheart.” The warmth of his hand disappeared and within seconds, the sharp sting of the water on my wound scalded through me. I yelped, biting the inside of my cheek to silence it. “That’s a sexy sound,” he teased.
“Fuck you,” I bit back through my teeth.
“Be patient, princess.”
That word he’d stolen from Tony had become my favorite word. Where it had made my blood curl when Tony said it, it sent a rampage of butterflies through me when Mason said it. He could bring me to climax with the way it fell from his mouth.
“Wanna tell me how this happened?” he said, while he cleaned my back. “It’s bad enough the assholes bruised your face, but this…”
“This wasn’t them. Remember how I said I got out of the rope they had tied around my wrists?”
“Yeah.” He blotted the wound gently, but it still burned, and I clenched my teeth against the pain before continuing.
“Well, I may have left out a minor detail. They had us tied to poles and when I scooted up the pole, I sliced my back on a jagged piece of metal.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, bandaging the injury.
“It was worth it. I used the metal to slice through the ropes once I lined myself up with it. It took a few tries and a few more cuts.” I lifted my wrist to show him the other wound that had long ago dried up.
He grabbed it and examined it.
“It’s fine, Mason.”
“No, it’s not. I don’t like you hurt, Case.”
I glanced over my shoulder at him, seeing the worry lines that had formed around his eyes.
“It’s part of the business, right?” I whispered.
He shook his head, his eyes holding the weight of sadness they’d carried the first night I’d seen him.
“It shouldn’t be,” he mumbled.
“But it is, and I accept that. The men in my life don’t have normal jobs, but they’re stronger than any men I know. And my man is sexier than any man I know. So, if my life comes with a few bumps and bruises, so be it.”
The melancholy lifted, that sexy smirk I loved forming. “Your man?”
“Yeah, my man. And my man better finish patching me up because he left me so wet, it’s uncomfortable.”
The smirk grew, his eyes sparkling. He pushed my head back down and finished applying the bandage to my back. Tossing the bottle and some trash to the other seat, he brushed his fingers over my back.
“That’ll do. It’s not pretty, but the rest of this body makes up for it.” He yanked my ass toward him. The sound of my panties ripping sent a flood between my legs. “Let’s not let that wet pussy wait any longer. I owe you punishment for looking this hot without me near you.”
He shoved my skirt up and before I could say anything, his hand met my ass. Warmth flushed through my body.
“Fuck,” I complained with little fight because I couldn’t deny the way it turned me on.
He smoothed the heat away before he smacked me again and wrapped his fingers in my hair. With the tug of my hair, he jerked me against his chest, the sensation dimming the brief flare of pain from my back. My body ignited, becoming an inferno that was one touch away from erupting, but he didn’t bring me the release I was craving. His hand followed the path of my body, cupping my breast as his thumb teased my nipple. I squirmed as he edged me closer to my climax.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he murmured against my neck. He rolled my nipple between his fingers, tearing a moan from me before he dropped his hand back between my legs. With a tug to my hair that soaked me further, he sank his fingers into me. I bucked as flames blazed a path through my body.
“Mason,” I murmured, the word a cluster of broken syllables.
He pulled them back out and circled my clit, causing my entire body to shake.
“Do you want to come, Case?” he asked, his breath warm against my neck, his voice hoarse.
“Yes,” I cried as he pulled my hair harder.
“Who are these sexy panties for, sweetheart?”
“You.” He rubbed my clit, then slid his fingers through my wetness. “Only you.”
“That’s a good girl,” he said. His fingers sank between my legs, and I lost it, coming so hard my body shook in his hold. Waves of pleasure soared through me, and I clenched my thighs around his hand.
“Damn, you're beautiful when you come for me, princess.” My climax tripled in force, a cry escaping as his fingers went deeper.
His hand was now holding me by the neck, and I could feel the shake in it, his wound weakening his arm. As the last convulsions of my orgasm pulsed through me, his fingers slipped from me, taunting my clit before he removed them.
“That’s enough punishment for today, princess.” I glanced at him to see the naughty grin he wore, and my insides quivered. That grin became more devious when he pulled my purple scarf from his pocket and pushed my head down in the seat. “It’s time for some fun,” he said, grasping my hands and loosely tying them with the scarf. The move had me so wet, my stomach flipped in anticipation, worsening when I heard his zipper, followed by the drop of his pants.
“If that was punishment, I think I’ll continue being naughty,” I said, lifting my head, which he immediately shoved back down, thrusting into me. His groan was his only response.
His hand stayed on my neck, his other holding my waist as he drove into me. “Fuck, Case, you look so sexy and feel so amazing,” he growled, his words drenching me along with the feel of him filling me with each thrust. Being bound only increased my arousal until I was right on the edge.
I didn’t care how he took me, as long as he was touching me. I needed to have his touch, his words, his body moving against and with mine. Releasing my neck, he tugged me back up against his chest, pushing my bra strap down and encasing my breast. My back flared, but the pleasure masked the pain. His fingers caressed my breast and taunted my nipple until I was so close to breaking that my body shook.
“Am I the only man who gets to see this body, Case?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
He drew his hand up around my neck, his other reaching down to where he was still embedded in me to stroke my clit. “And am I the only one who will ever break you again?”
“You’re the only one who has ever broken me,” I cried.
“Dammit, Case,” he growled, biting my shoulder.
“Am I breaking you, Mason?”
“Shit, are you ever.” He slid from me, freeing my hands before turning me around and slamming me into the wall of the plane. I was grateful the shades were all down because he took me hard, his intensity numbing the sting of my back. Smashing his mouth against mine, he lifted my leg and penetrated me. His mouth captured my cry, his kisses greedy and forceful. My kisses were just as desperate, a need tearing through me to be as close to him as possible, to have his touch bring me to ecstasy again. He tried lifting me, but his arm gave out, his irritated grunt loud. Knowing what he wanted, I worked my foot onto the armrest and lifted myself so that as my other foot maneuvered onto the other seat, he went so deep his growl was feral. His fingers dug into my ass, the hand with his wounded arm threading through my hair. He broke our kiss, giving me a confused look before I wrapped one leg tight around his back.
“Guess you forgot about those years my mother forced me to go to gymnastics, thinking it would turn me into one of those thin, athletic girls?” It hadn’t worked, but I’d continued going and still practiced a few times a week to maintain my strength and flexibility.
I dug my heel into him, pushing him even further into me while I wrapped my other leg around him, the grip of my legs and the wall the only thing keeping him buried in me until his hand encased my ass, giving me extra support.
“Fuck, I’m glad she wasn’t successful because this is the only way I want you, princess. Every fucking sexy inch of this curvy body is perfection,” he said, lighting my soul with happiness. I pulled his mouth to mine. “But I won’t complain about that flexibility. I think you need to show me more of your tricks, Case.”
Nibbling his bottom lip, I said, “I plan to,” as I moved my leg up higher.
His thrusts increased, each one driving so deep my climax was climbing again. The airplane was shaking with our moves, the silence filled with our moans as he brought me over the edge once more and joined me. Our kisses didn’t stop until our bodies did. Residual quakes coursed through me, and I clung to him until he drew back to look at me. I dropped my legs from him, hating how he slid from me, and as if he knew, he pushed me further into the wall, forcing his body against mine so that we were one again. In a moment that I knew defined his place in my soul forever, he brought his hands to my face, cradling it, his fingers slipping into my curls.
“I love you, Casey. I don’t think I ever knew what love truly was before you and I will never love anyone the way I love you. I don’t want to. I only want you…forever.”
My lips parted as his finger brushed the corner of my eye. “You have the most beautiful eyes. Ones I won’t ever stop gazing into. I will love you and worship you until my last breath and long after death has taken me.” He kissed my forehead, dropping his head to mine, his green eyes so intense I thought they could see right into my soul and witness the way it stretched and twisted at his words, becoming his completely.
“I’m yours forever, Mason. Yours to have, to hold?—”
“Til death?” he said so softly it was almost like a feather falling through my heart.
“Til death and beyond.”
I held onto his arms as he brought his lips to mine, his kiss claiming every cell in my body that his words hadn’t reached.
“Marry me, Case,” he muttered between kisses.
“I thought we just established that I would,” I returned with a chuckle.
His laugh was light, and I held onto it as he drew back to look at me again.
“As romantic as this is, I think we should leave out the part about us being naked and how you asked me after taking me against the wall of your plane,” I joked.
“You’re not naked. Your skirt and bra are still on,” he said with a wink.
I threw my head back and laughed, and he dragged his lips down my neck.
“We may want to leave that part out for our kids,” I said, not thinking before the words came out.
He lifted his head, giving me a naughty smile. “Damn, princess. Seeing you with a massive baby bump would do nothing but keep me hard non-stop.”
That hadn’t been the response I’d expected, but everything about Mason’s reaction to me gave me butterflies, and this was no exception. “Let’s leave babies on the back burner for a while. I want to continue testing you with my naughtiness so you can continue to spank me before I’m ready for that.”
He tipped my chin, bringing my mouth to his and kissing me again. “I like that idea.”
I watched as he dressed, taking a moment to stop him from buttoning his shirt so I could trace each of his tattoos, memorizing each one before I buttoned it for him. His eyes never left mine, the green in them on the cusp of sage by the time he helped me put my shirt on. His fingers lingered on the swell of my breasts before he pulled it all the way down. I lifted my ripped panties, shaking my head. Snatching them, he bent and picked up the scarf, tucking the panties into his pocket.
“That’s dirty,” I joked. He wound the scarf around my neck and used the two ends to pull me to him.
“I’m gonna keep them with me so I can think of that pussy anytime I have to be away from you.”
“Stop getting me wet, Mason. I already need to go clean up,” I complained.
“Why? I want your cum dripping down your legs so that every man out there knows you’re mine.”
“Ha! We just shook this plane so hard it almost overturned. I think they know.”
He gave me a smirk that lit my insides on fire. Releasing the scarf, he shoved me playfully toward the bathroom and smacked my ass. “Go clean up. But I’m keeping the panties. You can go without them for the trip home. I think I’ll have you sit on my lap so I can finger you while the others sleep.”
I rolled my eyes as I made my way to the bathroom. “Tyson will never agree to that and good luck even getting a seat next to me when he gets back.”
“Maybe I’ll leave him here. I don’t need him chaperoning us.”
He adjusted himself, walking to the front of the plane as he neatly folded my scarf. “Shit, Case, you got me hard again. They’re gonna think I couldn’t finish the job.”
“No one will think that,” I replied with a laugh.
I went into the bathroom, shutting the door and leaning against it. My legs were still shaking. The adrenaline of the day and of what we’d just done on top of what Mason had said had left me weakened to the core. He loved me. He’d said the words. We both had. And then, he’d asked me to marry him and there was no question his words had been sincere and that he’d meant it. I couldn’t imagine living without him again. I knew he would give me no choice but to go back to Treemont. Tyson would be the same now that the Bad Omens had compromised Donelli, and I’d been a victim. Neither of them would let me out of their protection again. Where in the past that might have bothered me, now I welcomed it. I could give up my life here, the identity I’d built for myself if it meant Mason would be in my life. If it meant I could touch him and see him every day. And I knew I never wanted him to be farther than my reach ever again.
I cleaned myself up and splashed water on my face, looking into the mirror. My hair was a mess, my curls mussy from Mason’s hands and the events of earlier. The day had gone from a nightmare to a frightening adrenaline filled rampage to save my brother and the man I loved to the most erotic and romantic moments of my life. This was the life I had accepted when I’d said yes. Had I said yes? I hadn’t actually said the word, but my heart had screamed it.
I smoothed my hands over my shirt and pulled my skirt down, hoping no one would notice my lack of underwear. Leaving the bathroom, I rushed out of the plane, searching for Mason and needing to say the word, to solidify my answer so he knew it without a doubt. I spotted him talking to Tyson and my heart lifted again at seeing them talking to each other. They’d always been inseparable, and it had hurt knowing my attraction to Mason had caused that rift.
I ran over to them and jumped into Mason’s arms, not caring that Tyson grumbled about it.
“What was that for?” Mason asked, holding onto me with his good arm. I had my legs wrapped so tight around him that his words came out raspy. Or maybe my move had turned him on again.
“Yes,” I said. “I forgot to say yes.”
He smiled, pulling me closer and kissing me.
“What the fuck, you two? I’m still getting used to this. Don’t think you’re going at it like this every time you’re together. And yes what?” Tyson rambled.
“Yes, I’ll marry him.”
“Marry?” Tyson flipped, causing Mason to chuckle. “Are you shitting me?”
“No, deal with it, Ty. Your sister is going to be my wife, whether or not you like it.”
“Dammit. First Riley, now this? What the fuck?” His complaints continued, but Mason just smiled, his smile lighting his eyes. Tyson lifted the hem of my skirt. “Are you not wearing any underwear? I’m gonna beat the shit out of you, Mace.”
Mason’s laughter filled the hangar, his kiss muffling it. Tyson’s complaints fell away, the world with them and all that was left was Mason and his love for me.