35. Mason
35
MASON
W e were at a standstill.
I didn’t like it.
Two weeks passed, and my irritation had been growing steadily. It was quiet, too quiet. So quiet that Logan decided to return to Boston with Sammy. If something happened here, he’d be back. In the meantime, I went over the folder my PI got to me. Bennett was right. It was thin, extremely thin, and there was nothing in there that gave me a better feel on him. It was everything I already knew, except for how much he loathed any press talking about his family. He went to extreme lengths to keep his name out of the media.
There was nothing to connect Kai Bennett with a hostile takeover. Instead, she found meetings, photos, and calls going back and forth between Phillip Moreaux and a handful of other Kade Enterprises shareholders.
She kept sending more information on other shareholders daily.
I looked into how many shares Avoy had, remembering what Maddy had mentioned his daughter was saying. Avoy had the least amount of the shares. If he was running his mouth, it was just that. He was running his mouth. I asked my PI to look into him as well. But with the rest, the math made sense. If someone was in any place to push for a majority, it would be Moreaux. If each of those shareholders sold to Moreaux, he’d be close—except he didn’t know that Nate also had a stake in the company. When one of the previous shareholders wanted out, we’d gotten there first. It’d been a calculated move early on in case of this exact scenario.
A decision was made to look closer into Moreaux, see if he was going to make a move and when that might happen. And keep trying to figure out who told my father that Kai Bennett was coming after him.
Until then, life went on. It just felt like it was moving at a fucking snail’s pace.
I handled Kade Enterprises. Sam returned to consulting and mentored her clients. Maddy was still grounded. Sam had rained down with Thor’s hammer. And Maddy seemed to be making an effort to return to being the normal teenager we’d known before losing my father.
Either that or she was getting smarter about sneaking out. Her blasé attitude seemed to be thawing. She’d asked to go to a friend’s house to do homework a few times. She’d been allowed to hang out there last weekend as well. If it had to do with school, or if Max was with her, we let her go. I knew Sam was curious about her friends, but Maddy flat-out told Sam it was too early for the friend inquisition. She said she wasn’t sure if she even liked the girl—apparently there was a sister who visited on the weekends? I wasn’t sure if I got all the correct information—but she did bring over a girl named Lucia and introduced her to Sam.
These flashes of the old Maddy warmed her old pop’s heart, and when she asked if we’d come to the football game this weekend, that was an easy yes.
I loved my kids. I’d move heaven and hell for them. A high school football game? Not a problem.
“Maddy’s at her friend’s again,” Sam announced, coming down the stairs. “She’s going to meet us at the game.” She kept talking, but sorry, wife, I was gone.
With a light sweater that fell past her waist a little, she wore leggings and sneakers.
She looked fucking edible.
She went over to pick up her purse, still talking, and I knew what she was going to do. She didn’t enjoy carrying her purse around, and our kids were old enough that she didn’t need it as much, so she often downsized. Her wallet, phone, and lipstick were pulled out. She handed the wallet to me, because my jean pockets were bigger. Her lipstick went into her front pocket, and she’d keep her phone on her as well, though she’d pull it out within a few seconds to check for texts from the kids. The purse went back on the counter.
She finally looked at me, her eyes widening on my shirt before she met my gaze. They widened even more because there was no doubt she was able to read how much I wanted to fuck her. Right now. Right here. Up against the wall. And I’d do it fucking ruthlessly.
She shivered, her eyes darkening. “We don’t have time.”
I grunted. “I’m thinking we do.”
She groaned. “Mason.”
Fuck the game. I stalked toward her. “We got time. Trust me.” Moving in behind her, I fitted myself to her back, and smoothed a hand down her front, sliding slowly, enjoying how her body was already trembling, already getting ready for me. Going to her clit, I rubbed her.
Her chest lifted up in a ragged breath, and she rested her head against my shoulder.
I pressed a hand to her chin so I could have her mouth. As soon as I did, I slid my hand further. Her whole body surged up in my arms.
God, I loved that. She was so fucking responsive. My finger slid inside, another joined. As I worked her over, my fingers went deep and began rubbing, I kept kissing her. Fuck . I groaned, needing more. Just more.
I made quick work here because I hadn’t lied. I wanted to get my dick wet. Soon Sam gripped my arm, her nails sinking in. I fucking loved when she did that. If she broke skin, I loved the pain. My woman did that. God, yes. Just thinking about that, my dick ached, pushing against my jeans.
“Mason,” Sam gasped, tearing her mouth away.
I growled. I wanted to taste her when I got her off. My hand left her clit. I was going to catch her face and turn it back to me, but she caught my hand and shoved it back to her clit. Okay then. I went back to rubbing, a third finger thrusting in, and she almost levitated in my arms. Her knees came up, and I caught her, lifting her and carrying her to the nearest wall. I pushed her up against it, my fingers still sliding inside of her. She cried out as her release flooded her. Her hands flattened against the wall, holding her weight. She was panting, her head turned sideways to me.
Fuck. I liked that look on her face. Dazed. Blitzed. She gave me a sloppy grin, which made my dick throb even harder.
She moaned, as her climax continued to roll through her.
“Love you,” she said, breathless.
I was stupid gone over this woman.
I leaned in and nipped at her bottom lip, my lips grazing hers as I said back, “So fucking much.”
She moaned all over again, her eyes darkening.
When her legs were able to hold her again, I rolled her leggings down, shoving them and her thong out of the way. Unzipping myself, I pulled my dick out and rubbed it against her ass.
“Mason,” she warned, her eyes dark and heavy as she watched me.
I smirked. “Don’t worry, but fuck, Sam. I miss your ass.”
Her eyes closed, and I had to kiss her again. I tipped her hips back and ran my cock through her folds, fuuuuuuuuuuuck . I’d just meant to rub against her entrance, but her slickness sucked me in.
Goddamn.
I loved this woman. I loved everything about her.
My woman.
I shoved all the way in, both of us groaning. She was already primed for me, and I went fast and hard. I drove into her with powerful strokes, and it wasn’t long until she cried out again, another release was building.
I loved being able to bring her back up, and up, and up again.
I pounded in, gritting my teeth because she felt so good. She always did, but I held off, panting. Seeing her hands turn into fists and the way she clenched her jaw, I cursed. “Come.”
She was fighting it.
I leaned in and whispered, “I want to feel you quake around my dick, baby. I need your pussy to squeeze me hard and hold me in that cement fucking grip you got in your cunt because I love it when you punish me. Do it. Come for me again.” Her body was rigid and shaking. I slid my hand over her hip, pausing over her stomach before sliding down. Once I made contact with her nub, she cursed and her walls clamped down on my dick. It was heaven on this earth. I swore once and released into her.
“Ah!” she screamed, her head slammed back to my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her waist and held her in place. We were both shaking, the waves still rocking through us. I recovered a little faster and panted, just holding her until her body stopped jerking.
I moved my hand over hers, rubbing my butterfly tattoo over hers.
“Fucking, fuck, fuck. Mason. Fuck.” She laughed softly.
I was pumped, my body primed.
I could take on the world right now.
When I set her back down, easing her down, her knees buckled.
I swooped in to catch her, but she shoved me off. “I got this.”
I laughed, but I didn’t step back. I stayed right there, my chest pressed against her back. “Don’t get pissed that I’m thorough .”
She rolled her eyes, trying to pull up her leggings, but her body was still trembling. She had to let go of the leggings to grab the counter beside her.
I tsk ed her and pulled her to rest against my chest. Pulling my shirt off, I used it to clean both of us up. Tossing it to the floor, I made a mental note to grab it when we got back or one of the dogs would tear into it. I helped to dress her, pulling up her panties and leggings. I smoothed a hand over them, feeling her lipstick in one of the pockets and running around to stroke her ass. I lingered there. I really, really loved her ass. She’d put on a little weight so she had more for me to hold on to back there.
My bulge was back, and I rubbed it against her. “God, I love when this moves.”
She made a mewling sound before she shoved me back again, but she was grinning. “You’re so…”
I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass. Leggings were such sweet torment. I knew she could see the hunger still in me. It was always going to be there. I’d never be able to appease it, not fully. I didn’t know if this was normal. But I never wanted to find out.
As long as Sam loved me, I would die before losing her.
A surge of protective and possessive need swept through me, and I pulled her into my arms, kissing her forehead. The world could fall down around us, and I wouldn’t notice if I had her in my arms and my kids close. Afterward there’d be paralyzing fear, because I’d need to make sure Maddy hadn’t been the cause of it. And Nolan and Nash would probably know it was going to happen, so they’d already be by us.
My family. I grinned. We were a force of nature, all of us. Together. Separately.
Fuck anyone who tried to hurt us again.
“What are you thinking?” Sam tipped her head back, her eyebrows up.
I pressed one last kiss to her forehead. “Nothing, just thinking about us and our kids.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh God. We’re going to be late. I need to call Nolan and Nash. We were supposed to pick them up on the way.”
I stepped back, letting her panic and run to the bathroom to make sure she was presentable. Checking my phone, I found a text that made me smile.
Nash: Some of my teammates are getting pizza before the game. Nolan’s with me. We’ll meet you at the game. Don’t worry. We got cash to get in. Love you, Dad.
Nolan: Love you, Dad.
My family was pretty fucking great.
And I needed to grab a new shirt.