11. Vanessa
11
VANESSA
He reaches for me and pulls me into his lap, lowering me down on top of him so I’m straddling him right there on the couch. The large window that looks out over the forest means anyone could catch us, but right now, I don’t care.
There’s something about Mason that’s so goddamn sexy to me—how protective he is, how passionate, how dedicated. And how strong. His arms are tight around me as he squeezes me in close, and I can feel the pulsing of his heart beneath his chest as his tongue enters my mouth with a soft, slow caress.
“Oh God,” I groan as I arch my back and push against him, the need almost getting the better of me there and then. I can already feel his cock stirring through his jeans, and knowing how much he wants me already sends another shiver of arousal through my body.
Does he know about what happened between Killian and me last night? He must, right? Maybe I should tell him…
But before I can think any longer on that, he sinks his mouth to my neck as he ruches my skirt up around my waist, and every bit of good sense vanishes from my mind.
I’m grinding myself down on him, able to feel the pressure of his cock even through my panties. He’s breathing hard, sliding one hand into my hair and gripping tight as he pulls my head back to kiss and nibble along my neck.
He leans back on the couch for a moment and lets his gaze travel slowly up and down my body. My dress is pulled up, showing off my belly and thighs, my panties clinging to my soaked slit. He moves his hand to the top of my dress and pulls down roughly, exposing my breasts.
“Fuck, you look hot like that,” he breathes, and before I can say another word, he leans forward and draws my nipple into his mouth.
His tongue catches on my breast, sending a shiver of pain and pleasure through my whole body. I can feel his hand moving below me, quickly pulling himself into his hand and pulling me closer so my pussy is just a few inches away from his cock.
I can’t believe I’m doing this again so soon. But when I pull back to catch my breath, and see the way he’s looking at me right now, I know there’s nothing else I would rather do.
I pull my panties to the side, and he grasps my hips and pulls me down on top of him for the first time in one long motion, the shock of fullness inside of me drawing a moan from between my lips. I wrap my arms around him and pull him against me, so starving for his closeness I can hardly remember that the outside world could peer in at any moment.
He brings his hands to the small of my back to keep me pushed down on top of him as he begins to thrust up into me in long, deep strokes. I can feel each thrust shuddering through every inch of my body, our heartbeats pounding in time against one another, his breath on my neck.
And maybe…maybe there’s a part of me that likes the idea of being seen like this. Being seen taking him in such a wanton way. Not caring about what anyone thinks. Letting his brothers see us…
The thought sends the same jolt of pleasure through my body as it did when it crossed my mind last night with Killian. I moan against Mason’s neck, moving my hips against him with more force, and he begins to drive into me even harder and faster.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” he groans, leaning back so he can watch us coming together. I pull him in for another kiss, mouth hungry to explore his, and soon I can feel myself racing toward an orgasm. My hand slides down to my pussy, finding my clit, and I begin to massage it in soft circles in time to his thrusts.
He watches me as I play with myself, his eyes dark—none of the soft, gentle man I’ve seen up until this point left in him. No, it seems as though I’ve brought out another side of him entirely—a side of him I know I will never grow tired of.
But then he wraps his arms around me and begins to pin me down to him again, pushing himself deep inside of me, over and over again. The thrusts course all the way over my body, every one sending a ripple of pleasure through me, and I continue to move my hand against my clit until at last?—
I don’t even know what noises I make when I come. It’s not like last night, when I knew I had to be careful and quiet so as not to wake Callie. No, this time, a rush of curse words falls from between my lips, and I drop down on top of him, my thighs twitching and my breaths heaving as he brings his mouth to mine once more.
And it seems like that’s all it takes to get him over the edge and into his own release. I feel him fill me with his seed, something so intimate and yet so sexy at the same time.
I press my head into his shoulder, panting in the scent of him, letting it wash through me completely. He holds himself there, deep inside of me, like he’s savoring the feel of me around his erection, until it finally gets to be too much for me, and I have to ease myself off to give myself a break.
I slump against his chest, inhaling the scent of him. I can’t believe that just happened. I can feel my pulse stuttering in my veins as the reality of this sets in.
And then, all at once—it’s as though the same thing has just happened for him. He lifts his head from my shoulder, and I swear I can see a look of shock crossing his face, as though he has just made sense of what happened.
“I should…”
He pulls away from me all at once. I fall down onto the sofa, confused. A second ago, he was inside of me, and now…
“You don’t have to go anywhere,” I tell him, trying to reach for his hand, but he moves out of the way before I can touch him.
“No, no, it’s fine,” he replies, pushing a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to be hanging around here when Callie gets home. That’s not fair on her…”
He trails off. I can tell he’s just making excuses. Rising to my feet, I cross my arms and stare at him.
“Callie’s not home for ages,” I tell him firmly. “And you still have your interview to do. Remember?”
He casts a look at me. I can tell that anything I throw at him now, he’s going to just find some way to reel it all back and get out of here before he can do anything else that he feels might land him in trouble. Fine—I’m not going to sit around begging for this guy to spend time with me. At least Killian had an excuse for skipping out on me like that last night…
“I should get going. I’m on patrol soon.”
And with that, he pulls himself together and heads for the door. I don’t say anything as he leaves, offering him a tight smile before he pulls the doors shut behind him and leaves me alone in the quiet. I slump down onto the seat I was using as my interviewer’s chair, and reach for the notebook full of questions that I prepared for him in advance.
I flip through them, feeling stupid. I shouldn’t have let myself get distracted. Or maybe that’s what I wanted when I invited him here in the first place? I mean, if I wanted someone else here to ensure nothing weird happened, I could have just asked one of his brothers to come with him, but…
But I didn’t. Because I’m attracted to him. And Killian. And Jake too, for that matter. I don’t know what it is about them, but they’re next to impossible to get out of my head, and I know I need to be smarter about how I deal with that.
Whatever comes next, I need to keep things…professional. Or at least close to it. I can practically hear Lara in my head, warning me that I’m only here for the summer, that I need to be careful that I don’t get myself involved in something that’s beyond my control. And she’s right. Things have been crazy enough for Callie as it is—getting involved with these men is only going to make it more difficult.
And I just have to hope I don’t have reason to find myself in a room with any of them alone. Because if I do…I’m not sure that I’m going to have it in me not to make a move.
Because the sex I had with Mason and Killian? It’s some of the hottest, dirtiest, most erotic sex I’ve ever had in my life. And the thought of giving that up…yeah, that’s not something that sits right with me.
Even if it could cause more trouble than I’m willing to deal with.