Chapter 9
ASHLYNN
T he rumble of engines on the flat screens blended with the low hum of voices in the common room. I sat curled into the corner of one of the oversized couches, my knees tucked under me, watching the race with Savannah and a few of the guys.
It wasn’t my usual kind of entertainment, but this was Mason’s world. If I was stuck here, I figured that I might as well learn something about it.
The drivers on-screen leaned into the curves like they were an extension of the cars themselves, and for the first time, I understood why people called it an adrenaline rush.
It looked like it could be fun—if you didn’t end up in a heap of twisted metal the way I had three days ago.
“See that?” Nitro leaned forward in his chair, pulling me from my thoughts as he pointed at the screen where two drivers jockeyed for position in the last stretch. “He’s hugging the inside line. It forces the other guy wide, kills his speed, and that’s the race.”
“That’s allowed?” I asked.
“Yeah, there’s no rule against knowing how to use the track.” Nitro smirked. “And patience pays off for the best drivers.”
I thought about a particular driver who I wished was a little less patient. For the past two nights, Mason had slept in bed with me close enough to touch, but he hadn’t tried anything. It was maddening.
We’d talked before bed, sharing small pieces of ourselves in the dark, but when it was time for sleep, all I got was the steady heat of his body beside mine.
He’d told me I wasn’t a prisoner, that I could wander the compound if I wanted. I just couldn’t leave.
Then he’d handed me his extra cut like it was the most natural thing in the world, the leather heavy across my shoulders, smelling faintly of him. I was supposed to wear it when he wasn’t around. And he’d insisted on a guard for those times, too.
Mason was out meeting with a sponsor, and the prospect assigned to me lounged at the other end of the couch, boots planted on the table and his eyes flicking between the race and me. Savannah smirked when she caught me glancing his way.
“Babysitter duty’s a real honor around here,” she murmured, just loud enough for me to hear.
I rolled my eyes, but the truth was, she wasn’t wrong. The guy’s chest had puffed up when Mason told him to keep an eye on me until he got back to take over.
The door slammed hard enough to rattle the picture frames on the wall. I didn’t have to look to know it was Mason. I’d become too aware of him during our short time together.
The weight in the air shifted, thickened, and I felt the storm roll in with him before he even spoke.
His boots thudded across the floor, drawing every eye in the room. He scanned the common area once, but his gaze snagged on me before cutting toward the prospect at the far end of the couch.
Savannah leaned back with a tiny, knowing smirk.
Mason’s expression didn’t change, but the flicker in his hazel eyes gave away his irritation.
He strode over, his hand landing heavy on the back of the couch. “Go check on something in the garage.”
The prospect shot to his feet without a word and headed for the door.
I narrowed my eyes at Mason. “Did you seriously just send away the guy you insisted had to babysit me?”
The subtle shift in the room was instant. The low conversation around the tables died, and the guys suddenly had important business staring at their phones or drinks. Savannah’s lips twitched, like she was fighting not to laugh.
A muscle in Mason’s jaw ticked, the only crack in his control.
The second the prospect disappeared, I stood and rounded the couch to glare up at him.
“Don’t get grumpy with him for doing his job when you’re the one who stuck him with me.”
Mason grumbled, “Didn’t have to park himself next to you to keep watch.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Oh right. I forgot…you’re the only one allowed?”
The air between us went tight. I could feel the tension coiling in him, see it in the hard set of his jaw and the way his fingers flexed at his sides.
“Yeah,” he finally growled. “I am.”
Heat curled low at the possessive gleam in his eyes. But that didn’t stop me from opening my mouth to throw something back at him. Only I never got the chance.
“Fuck it,” he muttered.
Before I could move, his arm wrapped around my waist. My feet left the floor, and a surprised yelp ripped out of me as he hauled me up and over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. Just like last time—and still as infuriating.
“Put me down!” I kicked, fists thudding against his back. You’d think I’d learned my lesson last time since it was like hitting a wall.
“Not happening, angel.”
His palm settled on the back of my thigh in a way that made my pulse do very stupid things.
Laughter broke out from somewhere behind us.
“Have fun!” Savannah sang out, her voice bright with amusement.
Mason’s arm cinched tighter around my legs, and the world tilted with every step he took toward his room.
My indignation tangled with something warmer as he carried me away without a backward glance. Mason didn’t stop until the door to his room slammed shut behind us. Then I was airborne.
The mattress caught me with a bounce, the leather of his spare cut brushing my arm as he tugged it off my shoulders.
He stood there, looming over me, his chest rising and falling like he’d run a mile. His hazel eyes were dark, and his jaw was locked tight. “You finally did it.”
“What?” I gasped, pressing an elbow into the mattress to push up a little.
“Snapped the last thread of my self-control.”
I was thrilled that I’d finally managed it, but before I could retort, he was on me. The heat of his lips crashed against mine, a kiss that wasn’t gentle. His mouth devoured mine as his hands gripped my hips, dragging me up against the solid wall of his body.
I clutched at his shirt while the world narrowed to the taste of him, the scrape of stubble against my skin, and the way his thigh slid between mine.
After building for two days, our passion quickly spiraled out of control. He put his skilled hands to good use, and clothes scattered in every direction. Mine and his until we were both naked.
My eyes widened at the size of his hard-on.
His weight pressed me deep into the bed before I had the chance to say something that might’ve made him stop, which would’ve been a tragedy at this point. Being so close to Mason each night had left me needy for him.
His big hand splayed against my hip, kneading me as a growl rumbled up his chest. “Need you so fucking much, angel. You have no idea.”
“I disagree.” I shifted my legs so he was cradled deeper between my thighs. “I need you every bit as much.”
“Fucking hell,” he groaned, capturing my mouth in another deep kiss.
His fingers gripped my hair as he pressed me deeper into the mattress, the head of his dick bumping against my drenched core. “Please.”
“Please what, angel?” He ground against me. “You need my big, thick cock inside your tight pussy?”
“Uh-huh,” I breathed, digging my nails into his shoulders.
“Gotta make sure you’re ready for me first.”
He started to make his way down my body, his lips trailing down the sensitive skin of my neck and making me shiver. Goose bumps followed in his wake when he nipped at my pulse point, and my nipples pebbled beneath the heat of his breath.
Any concerns I had about the small size of my breasts were wiped away as he cupped the underside and rasped, “So fucking perfect.”
He sucked a nipple into his mouth, and threading my fingers through his hair, I gasped, “Mason.”
Letting go with a pop, he smirked up at me. “Like that?”
“Yeah, so why did you stop?” I grumbled, wriggling beneath him.
“So I could give the other side some attention.”
And he did just that, swirling his tongue around the puckered peak before tugging on it with his teeth. “Oh yes!”
I felt the curve of his lips as he kissed farther down, between the valley of my breasts, over my stomach, and finally to just above my pussy. When he stopped there to look up at me with heated eyes, my hips arched off the mattress.
“Don’t worry, angel. I’ll give you what you need,” he promised. “Just wanted to take a moment to appreciate how fucking gorgeous you are, spread out like this for me.”
“Hurry,” I panted.
“So impatient,” he teased, gliding his tongue over the seam between my upper thigh and pussy without touching me where I most needed it.
I couldn’t exactly argue when I was greedy and desperately wanted him.
He rewarded me by stroking through my wet folds, down and up again before his tongue circled my clit. “You taste so damn good. Could eat this pussy all the time, and I’d never get enough.”
I opened my legs wider so he could wedge his shoulders between my thighs. He’d barely touched me, but I was already so close to coming. Then he got down to business, eating me until I screamed his name. He didn’t stop there, though, just kept going until he built another release in me.
“Mason, yes! Oh yes,” I cried as the waves of pleasure crested over me.
“That’s it, angel.” He inched the tip of his finger in my core. “One more, and I think you’ll be ready to take me.”
Before I had the chance to confess that I was a virgin, he popped my cherry with his finger. Since I was still languid from my two orgasms, it didn’t hurt as much as I expected, but I must’ve made a sound that tipped him off because he froze.
His eyes burned into mine, and he asked, “Am I the first man to touch you, Ashlynn?”
I nodded.
“The only one,” he rasped. “Wouldn’t change that for the world.”
At his words, my body relaxed beneath his touch.
But only for a short while. Once he moved his hand and added his mouth back to the action, I tensed again, another orgasm quickly building.
Then he hooked his finger deep inside me and sucked my clit into his mouth, and I exploded, writhing against his face until the shudders finally stopped.
Getting to his knees, Mason gripped my hips to position me exactly where he wanted. “You ready for me, angel?”
“Yes,” I whispered, desperate to feel him inside me.
He drove his hips forward, filling my tight heat. “Damn, your pussy feels good. And all fucking mine.”
He gave me a moment to adjust to his size, and I finally wiggled my hips, thrilled when there wasn’t even a twitch of pain. “I’m good now.”
That was all the encouragement he needed to start moving.
I was so glad my rib hadn’t been broken because the bruising only slightly bothered me now. He didn’t need to hold back much, which worked for me because I wanted all of him.
I wrapped my legs around his waist while he thrust in and out of me. Over and over again until my inner walls were clenching hard around him.
“You gonna come for me, baby?” he rasped. “Let me feel what it’s like with your pussy wrapped around my cock?”
I lifted up to meet his next thrust. “Uh-huh.”
“While I’m so fucking deep inside you, claiming what you saved for me.” He circled his hips, and I got even closer to coming. “Because you’re mine. My angel.”
“Yours, yes,” I agreed, mindless with need.
“Damn fucking straight,” he growled, wedging his arm between our sweat-slickened bodies to pinch my clit.
Stars burst behind my lids, and my inner walls clenched around his hard length, taking him over the edge with me.
By the time he finally broke away, I was sprawled against his sheets, skin damp and body humming with aftershocks. Watching the hard rise and fall of his chest, I finally admitted that I was exactly where I wanted to be. With Mason, no matter what came next.