16. Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
Evie
W hen I ran the tip of my tongue along the seam of his mouth, I tasted a hint of copper on his lips. It hit me like a punch that I could have lost him before I’d even really had him. A shudder went through me and I pulled back, needing to compose myself. I didn’t go far though. Mason reached up and caught the back of my neck.
“Hey, Evie-girl, you okay?” Mason’s voice was soft.
I nodded, surprised by the lump in my throat and the tears burning my eyes.
“I know seeing me shirtless is a lot, but there’s no need to cry over it.”
His comment startled a laugh out of me, which I assumed was what he’d been trying to do, and I found that I could speak.
“When Judge said that you’d been shot…” I shook my head, not wanting to go back there again.
“And you were just so happy to see I’m okay that you had to kiss me?” His tone was teasing, but there was something a little more serious in his eyes as he asked, “Was it a pity kiss?”
I could’ve agreed, made light of it, but I had Tucker’s words in the back of my mind and realized that I didn’t want to brush this off.
“No,” I said softly. “It was because, for a minute, I didn’t think I’d ever get to kiss you again.”
Mason’s eyes darkened to near-black. “You wanted to kiss me again?”
I reached out and brushed the tips of my fingers right above the bandage. “I want to do more than that.”
He caught my hand and I looked up at him. “I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings here, Evie-girl. I know what happened between you and my brothers.”
“Tucker told me that you talked about it,” I said. “He also said that you weren’t jealous of each other. Or, more like, you wouldn’t be if you…shared me.”
Just saying it out loud had my pulse picking up a step.
“Just me and my brothers,” Mason said. “You understand that, right? We don’t want anyone else touching you.”
“I don’t want anyone else touching me,” I said.
“Good.” Mason kissed my knuckles and then let go of my hand. “Now, strip.”
I blinked, startled by the switch. Though I supposed it wasn’t really a change since we were still talking about us having sex.
“Come on, sweetheart.” Humor danced in his eyes, but it didn’t dim the desire I saw there too. “I almost died. Don’t I deserve a bit of a show?”
“If you almost died, you shouldn’t be having sex,” I pointed out.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll let you do most of the work.”
“I’m serious, Mason. You’re hurt.”
“I’ll never be too hurt to fuck you,” he promised. Then he gave me that damn smirk that seemed to be genetic. “Hell, just thinking about it has me half-hard. You get naked and I guarantee I’ll be ready to go.”
The smart thing would’ve been to tell him that it wasn’t a good idea, leave him to rest and heal. Except I hadn’t quite been able to shake that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach from when I thought he might not be okay. Touching him, kissing him, had helped, but a part of me needed that deeper connection, that intimacy, to prove that we were both very much alive.
I stood up and pulled my shirt off, tossing it onto the chair where Lara had been sitting. Tucker had brought me some clean clothes this morning, but none of them were anything special. As I took off my jeans, the expression on Mason’s face told me he didn’t care that I wasn’t wearing some sort of fancy lingerie, that my white cotton bra and panties were enough. Still, a wave of self-consciousness came over me and I crossed my arms over my stomach.
“When we’re done here, I’m gonna want the name of every asshole who put that look on your face,” Mason said, his voice dangerous in a way I’d never heard from him before.
“I can’t have you beating up every record executive in Nashville.” I tried for a joke, but it fell flat.
“Guess I’ll just have to settle for proving just how gorgeous you are.” He paused, a troubled look crossing his face. “We didn’t do that, did we? My brothers and me?”
I shook my head. “You guys were assholes about a lot of stuff, but not that. Probably because your mom and sister would’ve had your heads.”
“More like our balls,” Mason said. “Speaking of balls…”
He reached down and adjusted himself, giving me that playful leer I’d seen directed at women quite a bit when I was growing up.
“Did I mention that I got shot because I was protecting a puppy?”
I gave him a skeptical look.
“Junkyard’s old lady got this little fluffball and it tried to chase down the Cobras, so I ran out and grabbed it. That’s when I got shot.” He held up his hand. “Scout’s honor.”
“You were never a Boy Scout,” I pointed out.
“Biker’s honor?”
I laughed, and something in him relaxed. It suddenly hit me that humor was how he’d coped after their dad passed. Levi had become the man of the house. Tucker had been the smart one who did stupid shit. Jenna was the baby. And Mason had always tried to keep everyone laughing.
“Now get on with it, sweetheart,” he demanded. “I’ve been dying to see those curves.”
“Let’s stay away from the d-word, okay?” I said as I reached behind me to unsnap my bra.
“You don’t want me to say dick ?” he teased. “What about cock? Is cock okay? What about pussy or cunt? Can I use those? Or are you one of those weirdos who only uses the correct terms for shit so I have to say penis and vagina? I mean, I’ll do it, but saying I wanna put my penis in your…”
The moment my bra fell to the floor, his words dried up. Enjoying the fact that I’d just made him speechless, I stripped off my panties and set them on the chair too.
“Condom,” he managed to say. “Top drawer.”
While I found the protection, he managed to get out of his pants and underwear so that by the time I turned back toward him, he was sitting with his dick in hand—literally.
And, damn.
“Don’t worry.” He winked at me. “I’ve seen my brothers naked. I already know how I measure up.”
“Yeah, I think that might need to be one of the ground rules for sharing me,” I said with a laugh. “No asking me to compare the three of you.”
“Understood.” He ran his hand up and down the thick shaft, squeezing harder than I would’ve thought was comfortable. He held his free hand out to me. “Condom.”
I dropped it into his hand and climbed onto the bed while he took care of the protection. Once everything was secure, I made my way up to his side, then put a hand on his shoulder for balance as I swung my leg over his lap.
“Remember—I’m doing the work here,” I said, trying to sound stern. “And if anything hurts, you tell me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” His hands settled on my waist.
Even though I’d just said I didn’t want to compare them, I couldn’t help thinking about how similar the men’s hands were, the strength in them, the possessive way they gripped me.
Going up onto my knees put my breasts at face level, and I gasped as he leaned forward, capturing one of my nipples with his mouth. I moaned at the feel of his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh and buried my hands in his hair. Those soft, silky strands slipped through my fingers as my head fell back. His mouth was hot and wet as his teeth worried at my hardening nipple, adding a pinch of pain to the pleasure washing over me.
It felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough. I needed him inside me, needed that connection.
My nipple popped out of his mouth, pebbling at the touch of the cool air. When he started to reach for the other one, I tugged on his hair.
“I’m in charge,” I reminded him.
“Remind me that I want you to say that while wearing leather.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I should’ve known you were a kinky one.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea.” He chuckled, the sound moving through me. “But you’ll learn.”
I liked the sound of that. Not just because I’d always been a little more curious about different kinds of sex than people realized, but because it implied that he was looking toward a future with me, not just an immediate distraction.
I wasn’t going to dwell on that too much, though. Not when I had his thick, throbbing length in my hand, his curses in my ears.
As I put the tip of him at the entrance to my channel, he slid a hand up my spine to rest between my shoulder blades. He kept it there as I slowly lowered myself onto him, sinking inch by torturous inch until I’d taken all of him. My eyes closed, my body tense as I waited for it to adjust. I was still a little sore from being with Levi, and that dull ache just added to everything else I was feeling.
“Fuck, Evie-girl.” The hand still at my waist flexed, as if he was struggling not to take over. “You feel better than I imagined.”
“You imagined this?” I asked, opening my eyes to see him staring at my face.
“Probably more than I should have,” he admitted.
And I liked hearing that probably more than I should have.
I didn’t say that, though. Instead, I rocked my hips, concentrating on the way he felt inside me. And then I started to move more, rising up a bit before dropping down again. I tested and teased, searching for that perfect rhythm. When I found it, it was like dancing with a lifelong partner. The feel of our bodies being joined together was new, but moving together was natural somehow, as if we each knew the right pressure and friction we needed.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?” Mason asked, pushing my hair back from my face. “How many things I want to do to you?”
“You mean with me?” My voice was breathless.
“That too.” He cupped my breast and squeezed, keeping the pressure just this side of too much. “Next time you’re on top, I’m gonna be flat on my back so I can watch those gorgeous tits of yours bouncing while you ride me.”
“I took you for the sort who’d want to boss me around.”
“Oh, I plan to do that too.” His finger and thumb plucked at my nipple.
My thigh muscles were beginning to burn, but I was close to the edge. I just needed a little more to give me that push.
“But you know what I wanna do first?” He stuck his middle finger in his mouth, then dropped his hand behind me.
He slid his finger between my cheeks and I startled, but before I could ask what he was doing, I felt the tip of that digit press against my asshole, and I froze.
“When I’m all healed, I’m gonna take your ass, Evie-girl,” he promised. “And one day, you’re gonna learn what it really means for us to share you.”
A shiver went through me, and it definitely wasn’t from fear. The smile that curved Mason’s lips said he knew it, too.
“But for right now…”
With one arm around my waist, he was able to hold me tight against him, grinding up into me, rubbing against my clit hard enough that I could barely breathe. Pain and pleasure blurred, shooting me straight to the peak but failing to tip me over. I hung there, the synapses in my brain misfiring as they tried to figure out what the hell was happening. Then, just as it became too much, I felt a new pressure somewhere there’d never been pressure before. Mason shoved his finger past that tight ring of muscle, and I came so hard that my vision went white.