Chapter 12 Mason
mason
Ihadn’t expected to confess everything about my ex to Emily, but it felt cathartic, somehow. Like I’d needed to get it off my chest—needed to let it go—so I could move on. So I could look forward to a new future.
Hopefully, one where the beautiful woman in front of me stayed by my side.
Was it too much to ask?
She’d kissed the tears off my face, for fuck’s sake. No one had ever done that for me before.
And now, with her nipples pressed against my chest, her soft, wet body straddling mine, I couldn’t find myself to be upset about the circumstances that had happened. Because they’d led me here—to her.
“Emily,” I murmured, slipping my hand around the back of her neck.
“What are you doing to me?” She shook her head as I kissed her bare skin on her throat, sucking it into my mouth.
“God, I don’t deserve you.” I gripped her thighs tighter, pulling her until there wasn’t an inch of our bodies that weren’t touching.
“You do,” she said, cupping my cheek and rubbing her thumb over my beard. “You do, Mason.”
Her eyes were shining as I pulled back, looking into her eyes.
She moved back, as if she were going to get off of me, but I shook my head, keeping hold of her body. “Come on. Let me hold you.”
A nod, and then she relaxed against my chest, both of us letting out a sigh as we let the heat of the hot tub warm us from the inside out. I didn’t know how badly I’d needed this.
Someone to hold. I’d missed having someone to talk to, someone to share my feelings with. Someone who I could be myself with.
“I didn’t freak you out earlier, did I?” I brushed a piece of damp brunette hair behind her ear. “With all of that?” It was a lot to confess at once, I knew.
She shook her head, her fingers tracing circles on my abs under the water. “No. Honestly, it was a relief.”
“A relief?” I frowned. “How so?”
Emily looked up at me with a sheepish expression on her face. “I just couldn’t help but wonder, you know. What went wrong? If you were still in love with her. But…”
“But I’m not.”
“Yeah. I guess I just would have felt guilty, you know? If you had unresolved feelings.”
“I don’t. Not anymore. I’m glad that’s all in the past. It hurt, but now I’m here.” I gestured around us. “Back in Montana. Back on the ranch. And…” I rubbed a thumb over her cheekbone. “Here with you.”
She sucked in a breath. “Yeah. Me too.”
“Good.”
I kissed her softly, but it quickly turned to more. Fuck, how could I already want her again? Her fingers found my length under the water, wrapping around my cock, and she pumped me slowly.
“We can’t seem to keep our hands off each other,” I said with a groan.
Emily gave me a sexy little smirk. “And why would we want to, cowboy? I told you, I’m obsessed with this body.”
“That’s not what you said,” I grunted as she ran her thumb around the head. “You said you were obsessed with me, baby.”
She dropped her lips into a little pout that had me wanting to fuck her mouth again. “There’s a difference?” She batted her eyelashes, squeezing her tits between her arms.
I gripped the back of her neck, forcing her mouth to mine. “Of fucking course there is, darlin’. I’m obsessed with you. I can’t get enough of you. Your body is just… fuck. It’s like whipped cream on top of hot chocolate. You might not need it, but, fuck, if it doesn’t taste like heaven.”
Emily giggled as I bent my head down, capturing one of her nipples with my teeth, sucking it into my mouth.
Her giggle quickly turned into a low moan as I licked and sucked, nipping the tiny bud before switching sides and giving the other one the same attention.
Keeping her stuck in place with my tight grip on her thighs, she kept pumping my shaft as I worshipped her breasts and those pretty pink nipples.
“I want to fuck these,” I told her, before tugging on her nipple with my teeth.
“Want to feel your tongue on my cock as I thrust between ‘em.”
She let out a whimper as her head dropped back, hair falling into the tub.
“Is that a yes?” I asked, looking up at her with a wicked expression on my face.
My girl just nodded. “Whatever you want, Mason,” she gasped.
I spread her thighs apart, opening her legs for me, and slid two fingers inside of her. She was still wet from earlier, especially with my cum still leaking out of her.
It was a dangerous game we were playing, even if she was on birth control. But some part of me secretly loved the idea of knocking her up—of watching her belly grow round with our baby. A little cowgirl just like her momma, who would run around our ranch in pink boots with a bow in her hair.
“I want you,” she told me. “However and whenever you want.”
“Whenever?” Fisting her hair, I tugged lightly on it. “Don’t say that to me, Em, or you’re never going to be wearing panties again. I’ll have you sitting on my cock twenty-four seven. You can keep it warm for me, baby.” My cock twitched at the thought. Of having her whenever I wanted.
She moaned, clenching around my fingers.
“You like that, huh? You wanna be my good girl, ready to be fucked whenever I want?”
“Yes,” she cried, an orgasm hitting her as she came on my fingers.
God, she was beautiful when she came like this, her expression melting into one of pure pleasure, her eyes a little hazy, a tiny smile on her lips.
“Fuck.” I pulled my fingers out of her body, wrapping my hand over hers where she still had a grip around my length. “There might be some resistance—”
I’d never fucked anyone in a hot tub before, but the water posed a few challenges.
But she just shook her head, lifting her hips and together, we guided my tip to her entrance. She sank down onto my length, just a few inches, before letting out a rough cry. Goddamn, but she felt hotter than normal inside, and even tighter than usual.
“Baby,” I moaned. “Oh, fuuuck.” She lifted her lips before plunging back down again, like she was desperate to impale herself on my cock.
She did it a few more times, working herself down to the base, but the friction from the water was quickly becoming too much.
I grabbed her hips, lifting her out of the water while keeping myself buried inside of her.
Setting her down on the side of the tub, she wrapped her arms and legs around me as I started to piston in and out of her, fucking her deep.
“Is this what you needed, huh? A good, hard fuck?”
Emily cried out, dropping her head back as I slammed in to the hilt, making her tits bounce. The sunlight bounced off the snow and illuminated her skin, making her look almost ethereal.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. “Mason.”
God, my name on her lips was incredible.
The way her sweet voice sounded, her green eyes baring into mine as I fucked her in earnest—it was too much.
I wanted to make this last, wanted to draw out her orgasm—to edge her until she was crying out, panting and shaking—but I would never make it.
Not when her tight cunt felt like heaven, and I was already extra sensitive from fucking her earlier this morning.
“You’re a dream,” I rasped in her ear. “A fucking beautiful dream. One I never want to wake up from.”
I didn’t know if she’d heard me—if she was even cognizant at the moment—but I didn’t care. Let her have my confession. If she looked at it too quickly, she’d realize how I felt. How far I’d come from our original agreement.
This was so much more than just a casual fling, than just sex. This was a raw connection that I couldn’t deny, even if I wanted to.
And I didn’t.
I just wanted her.
When I woke up the next morning, I could somehow feel a shift in the air. Like something was different now. Somehow, the world had changed overnight—and so had we. It was sobering, really. My phone buzzed, and a part of me knew what it meant.
Our little bubble of paradise was over.
The bed next to me was empty, and I rolled over, finding her standing in the doorway. The lights illuminated her body, bathing her in a warm light. Like the angel she was.
“Power’s back on,” she told me. “I haven’t gone outside to turn the generator off yet, but…”
“I can do it. Just let get dressed. Looks like they got the cell towers back up again.”
“Yeah.” Emily bit her lip as she leaned against the doorframe, wearing only my shirt. God, I would never get used to that sight. “I got ahold of my parents this morning. They were worried about me, but they’re having a great time on their trip. I told them I was fine.”
She climbed onto the bed, straddling my lap. I wound my hands around her, cupping her bare ass and squeezing lightly. Emily wasn’t wearing any panties—damn vixen that she was. Like she’d taken my suggestion yesterday to heart.
“And are you fine?” I asked her, kissing her neck.
She shook her head. “Not really.”
I knew what she meant. “I have to go home,” I told her, even though I had no desire to leave her. “I need to check on things at the ranch, and Whiskey…”
She gave me a sad smile. “I know.” Emily ran her fingers through my hair. “We always knew this would have an expiration date, didn’t we?”
I shook my head, gripping her backside. “It doesn’t have to. Come with me.”
“What do you mean?” She looked confused.
“Come back with me, back to my cabin. I don’t want this to end.”
Her eyes widened. “I…”
I kissed her passionately, needing her to understand what I was saying. “Come with me, not because you have to because of the storm. Not because we’re stuck together, but because you want to. Say yes for no other reason than you want to be with me.”
She worked her lower lip between her teeth, as if she was trying to work it out inside her head. “But, Mason…”
I knew what she was going to say. That we’d never work. But that wasn’t true, and we both knew it now.
“I want to see where this thing is going. You can see it too, can’t you? That we could be so good together. Maybe it’s crazy, but I like to think it was fate. Walking into that bar that night—finding you there—and then these last few days together. It felt right.”
Emily’s hand rested on my cheek, rubbing slightly at the scruff there. “How long are we talking?”
“Through Christmas, if I can convince you. But I’m not going anywhere, baby. This—you—are all I want. All you have to do is say yes.”
She shut her eyes, her breath coming out rough. And then she smiled. “Okay.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
And then I kissed her—because I was fucking ecstatic. It might not have been forever—but it was a start.
“This is where you live?” Emily’s eyes widened as she took in the cabin. It had taken us a few hours to tidy the house, plus turning off the generator and making sure everything was still in working condition after the storm.
I’d called my mom as Em packed her bags, and she’d reassured me that my dad was getting the road between our properties plowed as we spoke.
It felt strange coming back here. Like I was a different man now than I was when I’d left it days ago. And looking over at the woman in the front seat, the one whose thigh my hand rested on, maybe I was.
I ran my free hand through my hair, trying to see this place through her eyes. Her parents lived in a giant house. Would she think it was too small, too shabby? “Yeah,” I said, looking at the A-frame building.
“Mason, it’s beautiful.” She placed her hand over her heart. Her green eyes practically sparkled when she looked back at me.
My heart leapt, unprepared for the unbidden reaction to her soft smile. “Really?”
“Uh-huh.” She nodded, leaning in to kiss me quickly. “Will you show me around?”
I grinned. “Gladly.” Getting out of the truck, I walked around to her side, opening her door for her.
I slid my hands around her waist, lifting her out onto the truck and setting her down in the soft, powdery snow.
She interlaced our fingers, and we walked together towards my cabin. I’d go back for our bags later.
Sweeping her up into my arms, I took the steps up to the deck two at a time, and didn’t put her down until I’d unlocked the door and carried her inside.
Something about this moment felt monumental.
Like carrying my bride in over the threshold.
She wasn’t—but damn if I didn’t want her to be. Too soon, Mason, I tried to remind myself. I was getting ahead of myself, and I needed to slow down.
But secretly, I couldn’t help but hope.