Chapter 10 Mason
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After feeding my girl—because she needed it to keep up her stamina—we ended up back on the couch again, with a bunch of candles lit around us.
Unlike earlier, there was no pretense that we weren’t spending every second we had left together practically glued to each other. She was tucked against my body, my arms cradling her to my chest, and I’d never felt so peaceful or content.
I’d cooked us steaks over the fireplace, rigging up a grill system since the generator didn’t power the entire house. We had the fridge, gas stove, the heater, and the water heater, and that was more than enough.
Was this what my life had been missing before?
Was this what I’d been missing for the last few years of my marriage?
I’d loved her—at least at one point, I had—but this was different.
I couldn’t quite put it into words. But there was something about Emily—the way she made me feel so at home. So complete.
Like nothing else in the world mattered, as long as I was with her.
I brushed a piece of her hair off her neck and kissed her shoulder. We were dressed again—unfortunately—but I already wanted to strip her clothes off and bury my face in her cunt again.
Had I ever been so completely obsessed with someone else’s body? There was no stopping my desire for her, my need to bury myself inside of her.
Emily tightened her arms around my back, slowly rubbing her face against my chest.
“Mmmm, darlin’,” I hummed, moving my hand back and forth down her back.
“This is nice,” she murmured.
Wanting to look at her expression, I pulled back a little. “Couldn’t agree more.” I tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear. “You know, I meant what I said before.”
She blinked at me. “What part?”
“I’m not done with you yet.” She’d brushed it off, since we’d both been starving and in desperate need of food, but I wanted her to know that I meant it. “This is…” I shook my head. “There was no way I could have expected this to happen.”
Emily let out a small snort. “I know. And this snowstorm might have been unexpected, but I’m glad you’re here with me.” She interlaced our fingers, running her thumb over my knuckles.
“Me too, Em. Me too.” I pressed my lips against her forehead. Needing to touch her. Needing to be close to her. Needing everything with her.
I wanted to tell her everything. Why my relationship with my ex-wife had deteriorated. Why I’d moved home. Why I was suddenly dreaming of the future again.
It was too soon. And I knew it. But I couldn’t help it.
Her voice was a whisper when she spoke again.
“Sometimes I worry, you know… that I’ve missed out on so much with all the traveling I’ve done.
” Emily looked up at the ceiling. “Like, I don’t regret it—those experiences were amazing, and I enjoyed them so much, but…
” She bit her lip. “I never really had time to date. To find someone else to share all of those incredible things with. I guess I’m just…
I’m lonely. And I can’t help but worry I’ll never fall in love or have the life I’ve always dreamed of. ”
“Maybe it’s not too late,” I told her.
She shrugged, tucking her chin against her neck. “I don’t know. Maybe it is. Maybe I’ve wasted all my best years on adventures, and that’s it?” Emily asked it like a question, but I wasn’t sure it was one.
“You didn’t,” I reassured her. “You still have plenty of life left to live, Emmie Girl. I promise. You’re gonna have that happy ending. Whatever it looks like.”
Her glassy eyes caught mine, and there was so much emotion swirling there. “You think?”
“I know it.”
And fuck, I wanted to tell her I knew it because I wanted to give her that. That she didn’t need to find the right person for her, because I was here.
I didn’t want to give her up at the end of this, even though it was crazy and we’d barely spent any time together since she’d been back. But I knew her. I didn’t need a month or more to realize what I knew that first night at the bar.
She was too good for me. Too young. And she deserved the world.
Could I give her that? Yes.
But I didn’t know what she wanted.
If when she closed her eyes at night, she saw the same thing as me.
Little brunette children on horseback. Braids whipping in the wind as they ran through the field.
Tiny overalls and cowboy boots. A house full of laughter, of kids, of love.
A pregnant wife, waiting for me, dressed in a green gingham dress that curled over her belly and matched her emerald eyes, her brown hair loose and wavy at her back.
My heart ached. The dream was so vivid, so real. Like I could almost reach out and touch it.
Because I wanted it. So damn bad. And it was right there in my grasp. Then it was gone, and I was back in front of the fire, holding her in my arms.
“Mason?” she asked, then let out a giant yawn.
I lifted her up in my arms. “Come on, darlin’. Time for bed. We had quite a day, didn’t we?”
Emily gave me a small roll of her eyes as I walked towards the stairs. “We didn’t do anything. What are you talking about?”
My answering grin was wicked. “Didn’t do anything, huh?” I smacked her ass. “Brat.”
She did her best to look innocent as I dropped her onto the bed. “Uh-uh.”
“So you’re not sore?” I slid my hand up her thigh, slipping my hand underneath her waistband and sliding two fingers inside of her.
She let out a rough moan as I moved them inside of her—doing my best not to be too rough—then she gave me a small whimper. “Mason.”
Pressing soft kisses on her lips, I pulled my fingers out. “I know, baby, I know.” Pulling her sweater off, followed by her pajama pants, I took my time, memorizing her body with the sweep of my lips, giving her tender touches and gentle caresses.
She fell asleep before I made it back up to her lips, her breath evening out into a steady breath. I quickly shed the rest of my clothes, stripping down to just my boxer briefs, and then I slid both of us under the covers.
And then I pulled her into my arms and promptly fell asleep.
When I woke up, Em was pressed up against me, one leg thrown over mine, her face nuzzled into my bare chest. It felt so fucking right, waking up with her like this. Like this was what I’d been missing for the last year. Like somehow, Emily Sullivan was the missing piece I’d needed in my life.
Was it crazy? Yes.
But I couldn’t deny it. I wasn’t sure I wanted to anymore. Something about her was deep in my veins, lighting me up inside.
Another day, another week, another month—I’d take whatever time I had left with this woman. With this vixen that filled me with a burning passion I’d never felt before.
My aching cock pressed against her belly, and she let out a little sigh in her sleep.
The morning light filtered in the window, practically illuminating her in gold. She was beautiful.
“Emily,” I murmured in her ear, brushing her hair over her neck so I could press soft kisses to her skin.
“Mmm,” she answered with a sleepy smile on her face, like she was still dreaming. I wondered what she was dreaming about.
Me? I hoped she was dreaming about me. Fuck, but I wanted her to be dreaming about me.
Trailing my fingers down her body, I swept my thumbs over her nipples, enjoying the little whine she gave from my touch. Then lower, till I reached the seam of her panties, pressing my thumb over her core. A damp spot was already forming, and fuck. Was she turned on right now?
The fact that her hot, wet pussy was covered right now was a travesty. I hooked my fingers into the waistband, dragging them off her body until she was bare for me.
“Wake up, Em,” I said, dragging my lips over the sensitive skin of her neck. “Wake up so I can fuck you properly. Like I’ve been aching to do since last night.”
Truthfully, I burned for her. She needed to stay warm? I’d keep her warm. Forever. No questions asked.
She let out another moan, but didn’t stir further as I slipped a finger inside, feeling her cunt squeeze around me.
“Fuck me,” I groaned. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” I added another finger, pumping her slowly. Like I’d started to last night, but it had been obvious that she was sore. But God, that didn’t keep me from wanting her.
Her eyes fluttered as I worked her higher, more and more breathy noises slipping from her lips. She moaned as I scissored my fingers inside of her, her back arching off the bed. “Mason.”
She hadn’t opened her eyes yet, but I knew she was awake.
“Tell me you want this,” I said against her ear as I pulled my fingers free from her core. “Tell me you want me buried deep inside of you.”
“Yes,” she cried, her eyes fluttering open as she slid her hands up my bare chest. “Please, Mason.” She opened her legs wider, the one thrown over my body pushing higher, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
Pushing my boxers down, I fisted my cock, giving it a few rough tugs.
“You’re not too sore, are you?” I asked her. Guiding the tip to her entrance, I rubbed it through her arousal, covering it in her wetness.
She shook her head. “No. Fuck me. Don’t make me beg.”
Emily let out a little whine as I thrust inside of her, slow and deep.
She was so wet, her insides welcomed me with no hesitation.
“Darlin’,” I said against her skin, pressing a kiss to each of her hardened nipples as I rolled my hips, sliding in deeper with every movement.
“You never have to beg for anything from me.”
This was more intimate, less frenzied and desperate. We kissed lazily as I pumped inside of her, like we were in no rush to get to our destination, just enjoying the journey.
Emily’s hands wound around my neck, her perfectly manicured fingernails digging into my shoulder blades as she gasped into my mouth, and I slid my hands up and down her spine.
Fuck, I wanted to start every morning like this. That I could wake her up like this every single day. There had never been anywhere I wanted to be more than right here, buried between Emily Sullivan’s thighs.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmured against her mouth.
She tightened her grip on me, curling her leg tighter around me, pulling me in deeper to her body.
But there was no urgency or rush, just the two of us losing ourselves in each other’s bodies. I didn’t want this moment to end, didn’t want to wake up from this dream. Because it was a dream.
Spending time with her like this felt like more. Like the vision I’d had last night could almost come true.
I want you, I wanted to say. I need you.
We came together, our bodies intertwined, with my lips saying what I couldn’t in words.
Pulling her onto my chest, I kept my cock buried inside of her, letting her rest her head on my chest. She ran her fingers through my chest hair, humming softly as I played with her hair.
Outside, it looked like the storm had slowed down.
The sky was a beautiful bright blue, the sun shining, and I hoped that would be a good sign.
It would be worse if it melted off and then froze again, but I had to hope that wouldn’t happen.
Because if it did, the ice would cause more problems than the deep snow.
“Looks like the worst of the storm has passed,” I told her softly as she stretched out her arms. “I need to see if I can listen to the radio for some updates, but we definitely won’t be able to go anywhere until they get the snowplows out.”
It would probably take another few days. In the city, they’d be more apt to plow right away, but out in the country? We’d be lucky if we got unburied within a few days.
Not that I cared.
I’d be happy staying right here—buried between her thighs—for the rest of my life.