“To make new memories that don’t erase the old ones… just give them something else to sit beside.”
His fingers tighten around mine as I repeat his words back to him from Christmas.
“Fuck, Frankie.”
I press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and is hands are on me before I can say anything else.
Rough palms cradling my face, mouth slanting against mine. He grabs my hips and pulls me into his lap, shifting us so his back hits the cold metal wall of the truck cab.
My coat flares around us as I straddle him, our bodies slotting together. It’s not to distract or soften, I want him to feel that this night, this moment, this thing between us is different.
It isn’t haunted, it’s ours.
He groans low in his throat, hands already roaming. One finds my jaw, tilting my mouth open. The other lands on my thigh, sliding hot and firm as my breath hitches.
“You know what I want?”
“Besides me?”
“Lay back, baby.”
He eases me off his lap and onto the bench, tugging my jeans and panties down. Then he drops to his knees on the truck floor, his massive shoulders pushing my thighs apart.
“Mason—”
“Shh.” He presses a kiss to the inside of my knee. “I wanna taste my resolution.”
And then he does.
His mouth is obscene—slowly dragging his tongue through me, then faster, filthier. He hums against me, one hand locking around my thigh, the other sliding under my sweater to palm my breast.
His mustache is scratchy heaven, tongue flicking and fucking until I’m arching off the seat, biting my lip to keep quiet.
I gasp, head tipping back as his tongue firmly circles over my clit. My legs flex and twitch, one booted foot slamming the seat as he hums into me.
“Jesus, Frankie” he rasps. “I’ve missed this pussy like hell.”
A whimper escapes me as he licks deeper, nose nudging my clit, his mustache stubble rough against soft skin.
“You’re fuckin’ soaked. So greedy for my mouth, baby.”
“Oh mygod—”
“You gonna come like this? Make a mess on my tongue before midnight?” His voice is gravel, fingers digging into my thigh. “Let everyone out there cheer while you fall apart on my face?”
I’m close, but I grab his shoulder and yank.
“Wait,” I pant. “I want you inside me. I want to start the year with you.”
Mason’s head snaps up, lips slick and eyes dark.
“You sure?”
I nod, breath catching. “Please.”
He stands, unfastens his jeans with shaking hands, and pulls me upright so he can sit back down.
“Get on, baby.” He nods at where he’s fisting his cock. “Ride me into the new year.”
