A tear slipped down my face as our mouths met in a slow, sensual kiss. Slowing, I began to move in and out of him, finding our sweet rhythm as we made love. I knew with all the raw feelings and declarations, I wouldn’t be able to hold back my orgasm.
Pulling away from his mouth, my breathing sped up as I grazed his prostate. Mason rocked his hips, both of us chasing our release. “Can you get there?” I breathed.
He nodded and reached between us to circle his cock. Shifting to one arm, I put my hand over his and helped bring him over. When he came, he sucked in a deep breath, but kept his eyes on me before they fluttered closed. The squeeze of his channel along my shaft brought me over, releasing into him with shuddered thrusts and ragged breathing. “Mason,” I panted as he squeezed me.
When I couldn’t hold on any longer, I collapsed onto his chest. Strong arms circled me as he rained kisses on every inch of skin he could reach. Releasing a deep, contented sigh, I held onto the man I loved as the waves crashed along the shore and lulled us into a blissful reality.
Chapter 26
Mason
The weird staccato produced by the doorbell ringing incessantly would alarm most people. But most people didn’t have a Lennox in their lives. He would ring that doorbell to the tune of some song he wanted me to guess, like it wasName That Tune.
“I know you’re in there, Mason,” he shouted from the other side of the door.
“Hold your horses,” I shouted back with a grin. When the door swung open, he stood before me in Dane’s sunglasses with his hair in a bun.
“You need a haircut,” I teased. “And does your boyfriend know you’re wearing his sunglasses again?”
He pulled his hair out of the coated rubber band with a flourish and shook it like they do on shampoo commercials. “I do not. I just had one, smartypants. And Dane loves me. He doesn’t care if I wear them.”
I smiled at him. “He’s out on a training mission, isn’t he?”
He sighed as he walked into my house. “Yes, and one of the last ones, thank fuck. My nerves can’t take it. So don’t rat me out that I wore them. He’s so goddamn touchy about his shit. He’ll make me do some kind of lascivious sexual act on him to makeup for it.” He stopped inside the door. “Wait. On second thought, take a picture and text it to him.”
I laughed, shoving him into the room. “You are not getting me involved in your weird sex games.”
“They’re not weird,” he scoffed. “You should try it. You might like it.”
He patted me on the chest before crossing the room to flop down on my sofa. Commenting on my sex life was not my style, but if I wasn’t careful, he’d make some sly comment and draw me in just to see me blush. But I might have doomed myself to his scrutiny when I failed to rebuff his suggestion.
“Unless you’ve already been playing hide the hotdog, wank the weiner, jerk the jewel, swallow the sausage, boink the bodyguard…”
“Stop,” I laughed, covering my ears. “Please just stop.”
“Fine.” He looked around. “Where is the boinkable bodyguard?”
My face heated. “Running errands. What are you doing here?” I asked, taking a seat. He stretched his arms across the back of the sofa.
“I just came by to check on you.”
I furrowed my brow. “I just saw you last weekend. Besides, I’ve been busy.”
Lennox grinned like he knew something. “Doing what?”
I mimicked locking my lips, not willing to divulge details, just as the doorbell rang again. Frowning, I looked at him. “You didn’t call a meeting over here, did you?”
He rolled his eyes. “No. I seriously just stopped by to see you. Maybe Thomas forgot his key.”
I shook my head as I got to my feet. “Never. He parks in the garage.” Striding across the room, I reached for the doorknob. Swinging it open, I found my father standing on the front porch. My stomach churned, taking my good mood with it. Tightnessin my chest returned, making it difficult to form words. As he stared at me, wide-eyed with a hint of fear in his gaze, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “I don’t want you here.”
Pain filled his eyes as his lip trembled. Davis Kennerly’s usual confident demeanor was nowhere to be found. “I understand. But I was in San Francisco, so I decided to come here before flying back to New York. I thought maybe we could, um…we could talk. And I could explain now that you might not be so angry with me.”
Folding my arms over my chest, I blocked the doorway. “Another bad decision. You should have called before showing up like this.”
He ran his hands through his hair as he nodded. Was there more grey now than the last time I had seen him? “I know, but I had to take a chance. And I was afraid you wouldn’t answer my call.”
I narrowed my eyes as my heart thumped. “So ambushing me at my home was a better option?” The hurt and anger that threatened to swallow me whole began to resurface, and I wasn’t sure what unfiltered, bitter remark might come out of my mouth. Weeks later, my feelings hadn’t eased.
