It’s violent.
Beautiful.
And she needs it as much as I need to be the one to give it to her.
“Feel better?” I murmur as I lean back against the pillow and take in her sleepy expression.
“Almost.”
She yawns and stretches her arms above her head. It feels intimate, and God almighty, is it sexy the way she moves this way and that, showing off the long lines of her body.
“What else do you need?” I gulp as precum soaks through the sheet, because while I’d love her mouth around my cock, tonight is about her.
Whatever she wants.
“This,” she purrs as she slides down my body, kissing and licking meeverywhere,her tongue hot and wet, igniting every nerve ending as she goes lower.
And lower, pulling the sheet down to my thighs.
My erection springs free, making my hips involuntarily lift off the bed in anticipation.
“Hold still,” she whispers, her breath dancing across the head of my dick as my eyes squeeze shut.
“Trying,” I grit out and she chuckles, low and sexy, and I amnotgonna last.
“You’re gonna have to try harder, Mase.” She licks up my entire length, making me release a guttural moan that has her doing it again. “It’s my turn, andI wanna play.”
17
MASON
The grocery store is busier than I expected, but I guess that makes sense considering I’m never here on a weeknight. But tonight couldn’t be helped. Between work and grabbing every available second with Lana, I’d fallen behind on stocking the fridge and pantry.
The soup portions I had frozen are running low—Bodhi’s go-to when he gets migraines. When I’d asked about it, he just said it was something easy to heat up and he hadn’t wanted to go hunting for something more. It’s not completely impossible, but I can’t shake the feeling he’s trying not to make me worry.
A twinge of guilt settles in my chest at the thought that I haven’t been around like I should. The dogs, Moose and Birdie, miss me, having only been with us since the adoptathon at Vetted Paws in December. And, even if he won’t admit it, my brother misses me. Vowing to be more present, I mentally plan out some quick meals I can make in bulk and drop things into my cart as I go up and down the aisles.
I’d only stopped in here for a couple of things, but now I’m getting close to needing another cart. It doesn’t help that I cameon an empty stomach, so there’s no shortage of junk food in here either.
Bodhi will have a field day when I get home.
The thought makes me smile. He always knows when I’m in these kinds of moods, and he’ll harass me for using every single pot and pan in the kitchen in the cooking aftermath.
I’m lost in thought as I round the corner and have to stop short, so I don’t hit the kid standing by the end cap.
He’s not quite a teenager but not quite a boy either. And he looks oddly familiar but it’s hard to tell with the way he’s holding three bags of chips in his arms. His dark hair is short on the sides and long enough on the top that he has to do that head jerk to get the strands out of his eyes.
“Sorry!” he says quickly as he juggles the bags before finally looking up. He opens his mouth again, but as soon as our eyes lock, he stops, his gaze drifting up to the hat on my head.
It’s the one I wear all the time, the one I’ve had since I was a teenager. The black fabric has faded with time, the threads for the The Whale Bone logo bleached to white after being washed and worn all day in the sun. Bodhi had bought me a replacement before we left New Hampshire, but this one is just fine for now.
His brows furrow. “I know that hat,” he says slowly as all the air vanishes from my lungs, and it clicks into place as I still, and Lana’s son stares back at me.
And hewouldknow my hat because it was the one that I’d stupidly left on her counter the night her ex brought the kids home early.
Fuck.
Lana had told me that it was too early to meet her kids, and I’d gone over in my head what I would say if something like this ever happened. I’m good under pressure— great even—but I can’t make the words leave my mouth.
