Chapter 6 Mason
mason
After locating the generator and making sure it was on—powering the stable’s heater and the house, I headed back inside, finding Emily curled up in a ball on the couch, her eyes shut and her breathing soft.
I left most of the lights off in the house, wanting to preserve energy, and instead used the flashlight of my camera to find a few candles and a lighter, illuminating the room.
I watched her for a few moments, seeing her chest rising and falling, appreciating the sight of her pink lips.
Part of me couldn’t believe I was here. That I’d actually kissed her.
But she looked like she’d needed to be kissed, and who was I to turn her down?
An idiot, that was who. Because after tasting her mouth, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t kissed her at the bar the other night.
I should have asked her to dance. Twirled her on that floor, seen her cheeks blush with happiness, and then asked her if I could kiss her—the way a gentleman was.
But I wasn’t a gentleman. And I was a little rusty at the whole dating thing. It had been years since I’d tried, and I didn’t know what I was doing, clearly.
Pulling out my phone, I checked to see if I could get a message out to my parents, but it looked like whatever knocked out the power lines had also taken out the cell tower.
There was no way I was getting home tonight.
The storm roared outside, and my beard felt frozen after only a few minutes when I’d gone to check on the generator.
Thankfully, the Sullivans hadn't skimped on the equipment, and after I’d heard the humming of the electricity flowing through it, I’d headed back inside.
Back to Emily.
I looked at the pile of wood that sat by the fireplace.
I’d always loved their giant mantel in the family room, complete with a wood-burning fireplace.
It wasn’t often that there was a fire going in it, but during the holidays—and their annual Christmas party—it had always been going, making it feel extra cozy and homey.
She finally stirred after the fire was roaring, embers crackling and warmth flooding into the room. I’d spread a blanket in front of the fireplace, lounging on it, tilting my head back and enjoying the feeling of the fire on my face.
Emily rubbed her eyes, letting out a yawn. “Sorry. I didn’t even realize I’d fallen asleep.”
“It’s fine,” I reassured her. “You looked like you needed it.”
She made a humming sound, stretching her arms over her head.
“Come here.” I opened my arms, spreading my legs for her. Selfishly, after our kiss, I just wanted to hold her. I ignored all the reasons my brain told me it was a bad idea.
She blushed. “What?”
“We have to keep each other warm.”
“Isn’t that… you know, the point of the fireplace?” Emily pointed to the fire.
I smirked. “Sure is, darlin’. Doesn’t mean I don’t wanna hold you.”
She crawled off the couch, leaving her blanket behind, and padded over towards me, a shy expression on her face.
Emily settled down next to me, and I shook my head. “That’s not your seat,” I insisted, pointing to my lap.
She worried her lower lip into her mouth. “Mason, I can’t…”
Ignoring her protest, I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her onto my lap until her back was pressed against my front. I kept my arm over her stomach, keeping her pinned against me. “Better,” I murmured against her ear.
Her breathing was rough, but after a few minutes, she melted against me, the fire quickly warming me up all the way through. Emily might have been able to change into dry clothes, but I didn’t have any others with me.
I’d gotten in my truck, thankful that I had four-wheel drive and studded tires, and driven over here so fast I hadn’t even stopped to think about grabbing anything.
There was probably a duffle bag with a spare change of clothes or two in my backseat—I always kept them in there, in case of emergencies—but I wasn’t trekking outside in the snow again to go find out.
Especially not when I had her in my lap.
This beautiful girl, one I hadn’t been able to get out of my mind since the bar. Part of me wished she had just been some random stranger, one I could have flirted with and taken home to my bed, but Emily deserved better than just one night.
I pressed a kiss to her neck. “Now where were we…” I whispered, sliding my hands under her sweatshirt. Imagine my surprise when I’d realized she wasn’t wearing anything under it. My cock twitched in my jeans at the thought of her rosy tits bare underneath the fabric.
She let out a gasp as I snaked my hands up her body, cupping her breasts and running my fingers over her nipples.
Emily arched her head back, turning to look at me.
“Yes?” I asked, pausing my efforts to make sure she wanted this.
She nodded. “Fuck, yes. Please touch me.”
That was the only answer I needed—the permission to touch her like I’d wanted to for days. I massaged her breasts, rubbing her peaked nipples over and over. She let out a small moan, and I reached down, needing her sweatshirt off.
“I need to see you,” I said, my voice hardly more than a rough rasp against her skin.
The sweatshirt came off, and then her creamy, bare skin was exposed to me. I pressed a kiss to her shoulder, ignoring my hardening erection.
Emily turned in my lap, giving me a full view of her pretty pink nipples for the first time, and I almost groaned. They were perfect, perky little handfuls that I wanted to get my mouth on immediately.
Fuck, she was gorgeous. “God, look at you.” I shook my head. She was perfect. Undeniably beautiful.
How was a girl like her still single? How had no one scooped her up and locked her down? They were all damn fools. Emily Sullivan was like something out of a dream.
She made a humming noise as her hands trailed down my chest, tugging my henley out of my jeans before she guided it off over my head, exposing my chest.
“Look at me?” She tsk’d her tongue. “Look at you, cowboy.” Her fingers traced the ridges of my stomach, over my abs and through my chest hair. Emily leaned forward, her chest pressing against mine as she wound her arms around my neck.
“Fuck it,” I muttered, tracing my finger over her bottom lip. So sweet. So perfect. She smelled like cranberries and something sweet and sin. I couldn’t get enough of it. Fuck holding back. Fuck staying away.
Her lips found mine once again, and it was a lazy exploration of each other’s mouths as I dipped my fingers into the waistband of her pajama bottoms, sliding my thumbs underneath the elastic of her panties. Fuck. She bit my lip, and I kissed her back roughly, sucking on her tongue, needing more.
I left a trail of kisses down her neck before bending down to take her nipple into my mouth as she let her head fall back. Swirling my tongue over her hardened peak, I took my time to worship her breasts.
Emily whimpered. “Mason…” She rocked her hips, grinding down on top of my length.
Popping off her breast with a wet sound, I looked up at her, grinning. “Goddamn, darlin’.”
Her breaths were coming out in little pants as she resumed her exploration of my body with her hands, letting them wander down to the bulge in my pants. She cupped it, squeezing lightly, and it was my turn to bite her lip.
“Careful,” I warned, placing my hand over hers to still her.
“Or what?” She fluttered her eyelashes, and I grabbed her hips before rolling us, setting her on her back on the blanket.
Kissing her neck, I let my lips trail down her body, pressing them to the swells of her breasts, her stomach, before leaning back on my knees, resting my hands on her hips.
“Or…” I hooked my thumbs into the elastic waistband of her pajamas, dragging them down her skin before pulling them off her ankles. “I’m not going to be able to control myself.”
Her brown hair spread around her on the blanket, and she ran her teeth over her bottom lip as I threw her bottoms off to the side.
“So do it. Lose control.” Her voice was all breathy and low.
I ran my nose up the side of her leg. “Yeah?”
“Mhm.” She took a sharp inhale of breath when I kissed her inner thigh. “Yes.” Emily nodded, giving me permission to continue.
Not hesitating for even a second, I pulled her panties down, sliding them off of her body until she was bare for me. A light dusting of brown curls covered her mound, and a blush covered her cheeks as I inspected her, unable to peel my eyes away from her alluring body.
Fuck, she was beautiful like this, all spread out on the blanket, one hand resting on her sternum and the other clutching the fabric at her side. Her brown hair was wavier than normal, after getting wet and then drying again, and her green eyes practically sparkled in the firelight.
“I need to taste you, right fucking now,” I groaned as she spread her legs apart, parting those thighs for me. Giving me my first look at her pretty pink pussy, glistening and ready for me.
It was all the invitation I needed. Positioning myself between her legs, I dropped my mouth to her entrance, getting my first taste of her.
“Oh, fuck, Mason,” she cried as I ran my tongue up her slit. But I didn’t stop there—no. I lapped at her slit, drinking in her arousal. Flattening my tongue, I relished the feeling of having her under my mercy, whimpering with each flick of my tongue.
“So wet, baby,” I groaned against her sweet cunt. She was soaked, dripping juices that I happily gathered with my tongue.
God, she tasted like heaven. I couldn’t explain why the first swallow of her arousal felt life-changing, but it did. Like I would never be the same now that I knew what it was like to have my tongue buried inside Emily Sullivan’s pussy.
Maybe I wouldn’t.
Maybe something had changed forever when I walked up to her at that bar. I just hadn’t known it yet. How my entire life would rearrange, how all of my thoughts would be filled with her.