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“God, yes.”
“Mmm.” He sits back on his knees, my ass in his hands as he shoves in and out, in and out. His eyes are locked on my face, my breasts bouncing between us as he stares down at me with pure hunger. His hands are everywhere, touching me with such an enticing possessiveness, it makes me want to claim him right back. I want to own him. Ruin him.
“Harder, Mase.”
He growls, slides his arms around my back with such gentle care, but when he hauls me to him, my chest slapping against his naked one, it’s so rough, almost violently delicious, that my climax is already cresting. I cry out, clenching around him, buthe fixes me with a glare, clamping onto my hips and forcing me still.
“Don’t you dare,” he whispers his warning. “We come together.”
“But—”
“No buts.” He sweeps his legs out, and our pelvises meet, shoving him so impossibly deep my head falls back, my body quaking.
With a gentle yet firm grip, he tangles his hand in my hair, lifting my gaze to his.
His mouth comes down on mine with a crushing kiss, his hips thrusting up as I grind down, and a thunderstorm of ecstasy cracks through me.
His kiss is raw and urgent. It’s drugging and demanding and soul shattering.
“I’m going to come now, baby,” he rasps, sucking my tongue into his mouth.
He thrusts once, twice, and my hips work over him frantically, my arms locked around his neck, his around my back. And when he jerks inside me, I cry out into his neck, sucking on the salty skin there and melting at the shiver that runs through him.
We hold on to each other tightly, hips rolling in slow motion, until the feeling is gone completely, and only then does he collapse backward, taking me with him.
He grins, panting with his eyes closed, and I do the same.
A few minutes go by, and he starts laughing, pushing my sweaty hair from my head, so I lift it and look up at him, a sated smile on my face.
“You look good and fucked,” he rasps.
“I am.”
“Perfect.”
I squeal when suddenly, he has me flipped on my back and he’s climbing on top of me again.
He hits me with his big megawatt Mason smile and says, “Time for round two.”
We make it all the way to round four before I jump and run from the bed, stumbling my way into the shower on wobbly legs with a delicious soreness that’s sure to last for days.
Mason hops in with me but keeps his hands to himself, a sated expression written across his face. I climb out first, throwing our dirty blankets off the bed and piling on some new ones. I’ve just laid back down, the morning light shining through the room, when Mason comes back in, Deaton smiling in his arms.
“There’s your mama.” He kisses his cheek, the both of them climbing into bed. Mason smiles as Deaton curls up in my arms, playing with my hair. “I could get used to this,” he says softly, reaching over and running his hand over Deaton’s tangly curls.
“Waking me between my legs?”
Mason smirks, but there’s no mistaking the tenderness of his gaze. “That, too, of course, but not what I meant, Pretty Little. You know that, though.”
“I do,” I whisper. “And youshouldget used to it.”
Confusion draws a line between his brows, and he opens his legs for Deaton to climb between.
“The university is expanding theAvix Inquirer. They negotiated a two-year contract with Embers Elite for a full-time, paid position.” My heart beats wildly as I gaze into his eyes. “They offered it to me.”
Mason stares, his brown eyes boring into mine as he wraps his left arm around Deaton, keeping him close to his chest. “What are you saying to me right now?”
“I’m saying I’m staying instead of preparing to say goodbye. Get used to saying good morning, because we’ll be here as long as you are.”
