Chapter 35
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FIVE
Rory
My phone rings with a Facetime and when I see it’s Hazel I can’t help but smile even if I am a little peeved with her.
“I’m so so sorry I didn’t call you back on Thanksgiving,” she says instead of hello. “I feel horrible.”
“It’s okay.” It hurt that she couldn’t even say a few words on the holiday, but I’ve learned not to let it bother me for long. I know she doesn’t mean anything personal by it.
“It’s really not. I’m the worst sister ever. I’m going to make this up to you, I swear. Maybe come visit for Christmas.”
“Sure,” I reply, but I know better than to get my hopes up.
“I swear, Rory.” Folding a sweater, I pack it into the suitcase. Mascen wants to hit the road early so I decided to pack most of my things tonight. “Where are you? That doesn’t look like your dorm.”
I’m surprised she can even remember what my dorm looked like considering we’ve only Facetimed twice since I arrived on campus.
“I’m staying with a friend.” I want to be mean and let that be all the detail she gets from me but I know it’s better to be honest. “I’m actually staying with Mascen. Mascen Wade. You remember the Wade’s who lived next to us?”
“Oh, wow, I remember them. That’s so crazy. How did you get into contact with him?”
“School, he goes to Aldridge too.” I grab a pair of jeans and pluck a piece of lint off them. “Small world, huh?”
“Definitely. I can’t believe that. Wow.” I can tell she’s truly surprised by the news. With a laugh, she adds, “Do you remember when I fake married you guys? He actually kissed you. That was hilarious.”
I drop the pants into the pile of other packed clothes. “I remember.”
She turns to respond to someone in the background of the strip club. “I gotta go, sis. Love you.” She blows a kiss and disconnects the call before I can say goodbye.
Tossing the blackened screen onto the bed I pack the last of my things, leaving out pajamas and an outfit for tomorrow. I’ll stuff today’s dirty clothes in before we leave.
Opening the door I peek into the hallway but Mascen isn’t lurking there like he sometimes is. Tiptoeing up to his door, I press my ear against it but hear nothing. I ease the door open. “Mascen?”
I hold my breath, listening.
Silence is all that greets me. He’s clearly not up there. A part of me wants to sneak up there, check out his inner sanctuary, but I know it would be wrong to breach his personal space in that way. I ease the door closed and go downstairs, thinking he might be in the family room or kitchen.
He’s in neither. Taking a chance, I bundle up in my jacket, heading out into the dark to the treehouse. It’s harder to find by myself, so I go slow, but eventually I come to the bottom of the tree.
Tilting my head up, I wrap my hands around my mouth. “Mascen! Are you up there?”
I hear some shuffling and then his form appears, leaning over the railing. “What are you doing out here?”
“Looking for you, duh.”
“Come up.”
I grab one of the pegs for the ladder and start the ascent up. I’m nearly to the top when my foot slips. My heart lurches in fear as I start to slip. I don’t have time to panic too much before Mascen grabs my arm pulling me up. How he manages to do that, I know I’m not the lightest person, is beyond me. He must have Thor-like strength. It would make sense considering he seems to think he’s a god.
“Be careful, Princess, I don’t need you falling and taking a permanent slumber I can’t wake you from with the magical touch of my lips.”
I push his shoulder lightly. “I can’t help I slipped.” He backs inside the treehouse, pulling me inside with him. The middle of the floor is piled with pillows and blankets. “Are you sleeping out here tonight?”
“I was considering it.” He lays downs on the pillows pulling me with him. A giggle bursts free from my lips from the surprise.
I roll over onto my back, the two of us lying side by side. If you told me two weeks ago I’d be lying beside Mascen in his old treehouse, not contemplating killing him, I would’ve thought you were lying.
The silence stretches between us. “This is weird,” he finally says.
“Why?”
“We’re just lying here saying nothing when I really want to kiss you.”
He rolls onto his side, bracing his body weight on his left elbow. His hair falls in his eyes and there’s more stubble on his jaw than normal. It makes him look older, more rugged. I itch to reach up and touch him but I keep my hands fisted at my sides.
“W-What did you say?” I stutter out, my thoughts barely coherent with him looking deeply into my eyes.
He wets his lips, eyes dropping to mine. “I said I want to kiss you.” His voice is low and husky. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“You say that you hate me, but then you apparently like kissing me.”
He reaches out, tracing the contour of my lips with his finger. A wicked grin overtakes him and I know then I’m playing with the devil. “I told you I was going to hate fuck the shit out of you.”
A moan threatens to slip between my lips at the visual of what he could do to me. “I’m starting to think you’re all talk. I’m going to need a demonstration.”
His eyes narrow. “That so?” His voice is even deeper than normal.
I nod, words fleeing me. Suddenly the only thing I need in the world is his lips on mine, his body grinding above me.
“You’re playing with fire, Princess. Not afraid?”
I shake my head, reaching up to thread my fingers through the hair at the base of his skull. I yank him closer, purposely pulling sharply on his hair. He gasps in surprise, the air hissing between his teeth. “You like it rough? Maybe you’re not such a delicate little princess.” The same finger he used to trace my lips glides against my cheek. “Should I start calling you Monster instead?”
I tug him even closer so we’re nose to nose. “Stop talking.”
He listens for a change, but not before one of those smirks that I love to hate makes its appearance. With one hand, he angles my jaw upward, and slowly, gently, with intention, kisses me.
He takes his time with slow nips making my body writhe as I want him to kiss me deeper. I’ve never wanted to give my body over so completely like I do with Mascen.
He pushes at my jacket and I sit up to remove it completely. He sits back on his heels watching me. His normally gray eyes are nearly black. I start to reach for my shirt but he grabs my hands in his rough grip. “No,” he snarls roughly, the sound of the barked order sending a shiver down my spine. “I’m going to undress you.”
“Why?” I blurt, my hands still tightly bound in his.
“Because you’re mine.”
He doesn’t give me time to react to that proclamation. He grabs my face between his massive hands kissing me like he’s lost all control. I revel in it. I’ve made the normally stoic and always in control Mascen Wade lose his mind. But I swear to God, if he doesn’t take things all the way tonight I might kill him. My body aches for him.
He pushes me back so I’m lying once more. My legs spread, giving him room to settle between. He rocks his hips as he kisses me, the moan that leaves me pathetically loud as I feel him growing hard.
He kisses his way down my neck and sits up slightly. Instead of taking my shirt off he eases it up my stomach lowering his head to swirl his tongue around my belly button.
“Mascen,” I plead, my fingers threading through his silky hair. “Please.”
I don’t even know what I’m begging for. This. More. Everything.
I need it all. I need him.
“Shh,” he hushes, tipping my head back, thumb on my bottom lip. “I’ll take care of you.”
His tongue sweeps against mine, a gentle claiming. He’s not as wild as he’s been in the past where it was like he had no control. This is purposeful and I know then he definitely won’t be stopping tonight.
When my lips are swollen and bruised feeling he sits up removing his shirt. He hooks his thumbs in the back of it yanking it up and over. I watch the way his abdominals flex, my throat growing tight. It’s unfair for one human being to be so utterly perfect. I trace the contours of his stomach, down, down, down over the hair trailing from his navel until I stop, popping the button on his jeans open.
He grabs my hand and my eyes flick up to his. They’re still darker than normal, there’s something eerie about them but I’m not afraid.
“I’m in charge.” God, his commanding ways shouldn’t turn me on so much, but my hand slackens and he releases it when he knows I’m going to listen. “Arms up.” I do as he says, staring into the depths of his eyes the entire time I do. With my shirt gone, he reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. It falls to my elbows and he yanks it off. Cupping his hands around my breasts like he’s testing their weight he murmurs out a pained, “Perfect. Fucking perfect.”
He lowers his head swirling his tongue around first one nipple and then the other. My back bows and he grips my waist, holding me up since we’re both still on our knees.
“I wish I didn’t want you so bad,” he growls, undoing my belt and then the button on my jeans. “But I can’t help it.” He kisses me deeply and when he pulls away he keeps a gentle hold on my chin looking into my eyes as he says, “You were made for me, Rory.” He pulls off my jeans and underwear taking in my naked body with hungry eyes. I wish he was wearing less but I know better than to open my mouth. “Lie back,” he commands. I do what I’m told and he wears a wicked grin.
He lowers his body, grinning at me again before his mouth finds my core. A small gasp leaves me as he rolls his tongue around the sensitive nub of nerves. “Mascen,” I moan, trying to keep my body still. I can’t help but wiggle, the feelings too much, too consuming.
He presses down on my hips, holding me hostage as his tongue strokes my pussy. He’s slow, purposeful. He clearly knows what he’s doing and my body can tell. Perspiration dampens my skin. He looks up at me then, his lips glossy and plumper than normal. “I’m not rushing things with you.”
I whimper when he sucks on my clit sliding two fingers into my pussy at the same time.
Mascen is going to kill me, I’m sure of it—if not him then the pleasure.
He savors me, his fingers working slowly to build the pressure. When I finally orgasm the spasms feel like they go on forever. My body shakes uncontrollably and he’s there to hold me his eyes watching with delight. He just played my body like an instrument and I didn’t even mind. I’m supposed to hate him but my body certainly hasn’t gotten the memo. Let’s face it, I’m not sure I can hate him anymore. There are so many layers to Mascen, and all I’ve seen for months is the masks he wears to keep others at arm’s length. But that’s dropping and I like the man underneath far too much.
“Are you ready for me, Princess?”
Is my body ready? Yes. My heart? Not in a million years.
I give him a silent nod. I can’t stop this now even if he breaks my heart in the end.
He presses a kiss to my neck right where my pulse races. He stands, having to bend slightly in the treehouse, and takes off his jeans and boxer-briefs. His cock stands out proudly from his body, the hair around it trimmed neatly. He smirks when he sees me staring but I refuse to be ashamed.
He pales, cursing under his breath. Before I can ask what’s the matter he blurts, “Please, for the love of all that is holy, tell me you’re on birth control.”
I nod weakly. After my scare with the Plan-B I went to the free clinic and got on birth control. I’ve never missed a dose. I’m not ready to be a mom.
“Thank fuck.” He looks up at the ceiling like he’s saying a literal prayer.
He gets on his knees between my legs. Wrapping his fist around his cock he guides it to my pussy, teasingly pushing it in before retreating. A whimper sweeps past my lips. I desperately need him inside of me. It’s been too long and I know sex with Mascen will be like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
He pushes in a little more than the last time and pulls out.
“Oh my God, Mascen, just fuck me already.”
His laugh is raspy. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
He keeps teasing, building up the anticipation. I whimper and the small sound only serves to empower him.
When he finally plunges all the way into the hilt it takes me by surprise, a scream tearing from my throat. He silences me with a bruising kiss, my scream quickly turning into a moan.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Better than I imagined.” He rocks into me, his thrusts deep and slow, so unlike what I expected.
His forehead presses gently against mine, our breaths mingling in the air. I reach up, twining my fingers in his hair. His eyes close momentarily and I take the moment to stare at him without being seen—to absorb the unbridled pleasure he feels because of me.
When his eyes open the stormy gray color nearly takes my breath away. He holds his body weight above me, his large hands braced on each side of my head. I want this moment to go on forever, me and him in this little bubble where nothing else exists.
“K-Kiss me,” I beg, my voice barely audible.
“Why?” He teases, never wanting to give me what I want.
With my hand that’s in his hair I pull him down to my lips. He doesn’t fight me but I feel his smile before he kisses me.
He takes my cheek in his right hand, sliding his hand down my neck. His thumb rolls in slow circles. His touch both calms and ignites something in me—a part that aches for more. I know it’s silly and selfish to wish for more from Mascen, for something real, and if all I have is now I’m stupid enough to take it.
“More,” I plead.
He shakes his head, the ends of his hair tickling my forehead. “Not this time.”
Gripping my hips, he holds them up changing the angle and I gasp as it sends him even deeper.
“Mascen!” I cry out his name, my teeth slamming together as I try to quiet myself.
“You fucking love my cock inside you, don’t you?”
“Y-Yes,” I pant, out of breath.
“Good girl,” he rumbles, his thumb rubbing my bottom lip before slipping inside my parted mouth. “Suck.”
I do what he says, wrapping my mouth around his thumb and sucking on it like it’s his cock in my mouth.
His eyes dilate, narrowing on my rounded lips. Closing his eyes he mutters out a string of indecipherable curse words, his hips bucking harder against mine.
Lowering to his forearms he frames my body. His hand skims around my left breast, down the curve of my waist, stopping at my thigh where he slips it between us rubbing my clit. My back bows from the added friction. My pussy clenches around him and I know I’m close to coming.
“Fuck,” he bites out, “I’m so close. Tell me you’re almost there.”
I nod since I can’t make sense of words right now.
His touch becomes rougher, his hips moving against mine faster.
The orgasm builds and builds until I fall off the edge. He’s right there with me, his cock stiffening inside me as he comes. He stays there for a moment, frozen, before finally rolling off of me and gathering my naked body against his. He buries his head into the crook of my neck. I giggle from the feel of his hair against my sensitive skin. He kisses what I’m beginning to realize is his favorite spot on my neck. His arm wraps around my body holding me still so I can’t move away.
I never would’ve thought it, but Mascen likes to cuddle. I’ve never been much for hanging around after the deed, but I know this with Mascen is different. I haven’t figured out in what way. I reach for his hand, twining our fingers together.
It’s quiet between us, just our breaths and the sounds of the crickets outside.
“What are we doing?” My lips pressing into the top of his head the way he’s tucked into me, his head now lying on my breast. “What is this?”
He stiffens but doesn’t try to move away from me.
“I don’t know. Do we need to label it?”
“No. But this is something right? You feel it too?”
He doesn’t answer for a while and I’m worried I’ve pushed too far. This is unfamiliar territory for me and it seems to be that way for him.
Finally, when I think he’s fallen asleep, he murmurs, “Yeah, it’s something.”