Chapter 9 Emily
emily
Iswept my eyes over the spines of the books in our library.
My mom might have been all business as a surgeon, but she’d loved reading her whole life.
Not just for work, for learning, but for pleasure, and she’d instilled the same love in all her kids.
Sure, Benjamin had his nose buried in comic books just as fervently as Hunter read his fantasy novels, but they didn’t care what we read, as long as we were reading.
Seeing Mason curled up on the couch with one of my dad’s old thriller novels made my heart race. It was so easy having him here. Like this was exactly where he was supposed to be. Like he just fit.
Maybe because he’d grown up here, too. Because he’d spent so much time in this house, on our property, it was just natural. But maybe it was something more.
He looked up at me, and my heart leapt in my chest. The flutters were hard to ignore. How could I possibly not care about this man? In every action, he showed me how good he was.
“I think you’re amazing,” Mason told me, holding me tight against his body. There was something about being held like this that felt comforting in a way I couldn’t explain. I was trying really hard not to cry.
No one had ever seemed so angry for me before. Not at me, but for me.
Even though they stung, I was used to it. People only had to make fun of you or make snide comments so often before you believed them.
And yet, Mason’s words eased an ache in my heart that I hadn’t even realized was there.
A sore spot he was already soothing over.
I couldn’t even see his face unless I strained my neck, given that I was between his legs, but somehow I knew exactly the expression I’d find if I turned around right now.
One I wasn’t ready for.
Especially after he’d referred to me as his friend earlier. This morning, when he’d asked me what we were doing, I’d freaked out. So I’d told him we were just having fun. Fun, I could do.
There was no way he was ready for the barrage of thoughts inside my mind, anyway. How this felt a little like fate. That I’d never woken up next to a man before. I’d never imagined sleeping in someone’s arms could feel so right, but they had.
“I think…” I said, turning around in his lap, straddling him. “I think I don’t want to talk anymore.”
“No?” He raised an eyebrow, sliding his arms around my back and cupping my ass. “Then what do you want to do, darlin’? Start a new book?”
I shook my head, dropping my forehead to his. “No.”
He let out a low growl, and then my lips were on his, our bodies wrapped around each other as we kissed, neither of us holding back. Like we knew that our time was limited, and neither of us was going to let a single moment go to waste. Not anymore.
Something about how he praised me, the way he called me amazing, the sincerity in his tone, made my insides melt. I was mush in his arms as his tongue stroked over mine, over and over, kissing me with the same precision that he’d had when he fucked me.
God, I loved kissing this man.
It was so unfair.
Unfair because I knew I couldn’t keep him. After the storm passed, we’d go back to being virtual strangers. Neighbors, sure, and he’d always be Hunter’s childhood best friend, but he’d never be mine.
I ground my hips against him as my hands gripped his red shirt, needy and wanting. Dragging my mouth down his neck, I tugged at his shirt, trying to pull it off his body.
“Emily… fuck,” he rasped, both of us pulling apart just long enough for him to help me guide his shirt over his head before he threw it on the ground.
I traced his abs with my fingers. “God, you’re fucking ripped, cowboy. I wanna trace these with my tongue.” It was definitely on my list for the next time we were in bed, lazily exploring each other’s bodies. Or maybe in the shower, because I was definitely going to need another one after this.
Rocking my hips again, I felt his hardening cock beneath me. He groaned as I dropped my head to his chest, appreciating his physique and the sexy little happy trail that disappeared beneath his sweatpants.
The sweatpants that were doing nothing to hide his current arousal, because I could see the entire outline of his cock.
Suddenly, I could think of nothing I wanted more than tasting him. To make him feel as good as he made me feel. It wasn’t just about sex; it was… everything.
Sliding off his lap, I knelt in front of him, tugging on the waistband of his gray sweats.
“What are you doing?” He asked me, frowning.
“Taking care of you,” I told him, just like he’d said to me last night.
The fire crackled, and I licked my lips as I pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock. It was magnificent, long and thick, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to fit it all in my mouth, but I would try.
His hand slipped behind my head as I reached for his length, wrapping my hand around him and pumping a few times until he’s hard as steel, the tip oozing pre-cum and begging for my tongue.
I worked my hand up and down his shaft as I ran my tongue over the crown, flattening it and lapping up his salty taste before running my tongue down his shaft, tracing the veins.
Mason’s hands in my hair tightened, and he tilted up my head to force my eyes to meet his.
“Spit on it,” he instructed me.
“What?” My eyes widened.
“Spit on my cock, darlin’. Get it all messy for me.”
Letting my saliva accumulate in my mouth, I coated his dick in my saliva, doing exactly what he ordered.
I let the last few drops drip from my tongue onto his cock.
Wrapping my hand around him, I pumped him faster now with the added slickness and took the tip into my mouth, dragging my tongue over the head, paying extra attention to the rim.
“Fuck,” he cursed again. “Take your top off, baby. I wanna see those tits while you have your mouth wrapped around my cock.”
Baby. That wasn’t the first time he’d used the pet name, but I couldn’t deny it did something to me.
I moaned around his length, pulling off my sweater, revealing the black lacy bra I’d put on this morning. I was wearing a matching pair of underwear because… why not? They made me feel pretty—sexy. And who didn’t want that?
Mason let out a groan as I took him in deeper.
“That’s it. Choke on my cock like a good girl.
Your mouth feels so fucking good, darlin’.
” His hands pulled at my hair, gathering it up into a ponytail, but he didn’t pull me off of his shaft—no.
He just used the grip to better leverage my face, helping me as he fucked my mouth.
I squeezed his balls with one hand, the other reaching down and diving underneath my underwear to rub my poor, aching clit. Yes. This. This was what I’d needed.
To be used, controlled. Not to have to think anything else, giving him permission over body and soul.
“I’m gonna come,” he grunted, tightening his grip on my hair. I sucked harder as Mason slid to the back of my throat, and I almost gagged, having to stop for a moment to breathe in through my nose. “Is that what you want, you little vixen? My cum down your throat?”
I moaned in answer, knowing the vibrations of my throat would only feel better for him. My eyes watered as he fed me another inch of his throbbing cock, the size almost too much for me to handle.
Come just like this, I wanted to encourage him, but I couldn’t speak around his shaft. Down my throat. Let me taste you. I slipped my pointer finger inside my soaking wet pussy, my body already wound so tight, needing a release.
My body ached, and I needed him inside me.
To fill me up. To make me see stars the way he had last night.
Adding my middle finger, I plunged both inside my entrance, working myself higher.
It was only a few moments later, with a sharp growl from Mason, that he spilled inside my mouth, pulling free at the last minute, his cum making a mess out of me, coating my lips and breasts.
Swallowing, I looked up at him from below him, still on my knees, and licked my lips before running a finger through his sticky seed that covered the swells of my chest. “Thank you,” I breathed out as I removed my hand from my pants, wiping my fingers on my pajama bottoms.
Mason tugged at my ponytail—not enough to hurt, but enough to distract me from the liquid coating my skin. “Why are you thanking me? I should thank you.”
I batted my eyelashes. “Because I get the sense that no one’s ever done that for you before.” And I enjoyed being the one to do it for him. To put him first.
He hadn’t opened up to me about his ex-wife yet, but I got the feeling there was more to the story than just the divorce. The way he wouldn’t talk about her and would change the subject whenever she was brought up made that all too obvious.
He frowned, tucking himself back into his pants. “No one’s ever given me a blowjob?”
I laughed, shaking my head as I ran a hand up his thigh, squeezing it. “Taking care of you, Mason. You deserve that too, cowboy.” Just like he’d taken care of me last night.
“Oh.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t…”
“You don’t have to say anything.” I looked around, found my top and grabbed it. Before I could put it back on, Mason was off the couch, pulling me into his arms.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Um.” My cheeks flushed, and I used my sweater to cover my bra, knowing my peaked nipples showed through the thin, lacy fabric. “I was thinking we should figure out what we’re doing for lunch.”
His eyes were molten lava, flaring with heat as he took me in. “Oh, I don’t need to think about that.” He gave me a wicked grin. “I’m having you, darlin’.”
Mason picked me up over his shoulder, giving me the most delicious view of his ass as he walked. The sweatpants were doing him all kinds of favors.
I don’t know what I expected—a bed, maybe?—but he set me down on the dining room table, spreading my thighs and sitting in front of me like I was a goddamn buffet.
And this man liked to eat.