“Just telling her all your secrets.”
“So, does he still wet the bed?” I ask, turning to Alex.
“I think he outgrew it.”
Mason slaps him in the back of the head and he jogs away, laughing.
I cuddle into his side. “Your brother is really nice.”
“I take it you mean, Alex.”
“Parker’s nice too, but he’s kind of a pig.”
“No ‘kind of’ about it, love. I’ve got a half hour sparring match. Will you be okay? Is your back hurting?” He runs a hand down my spine.
“I’m fine. Go kick some ass.”
Mason strips off his t-shirt and winks at me while he tightens up his gloves. I’m glad to see him put on headgear, though it won’t protect his handsome face.
The guy Mason is sparring with is a little shorter and kind of skinny. I learn quickly that thin and wiry also means fast. His punches and kicks are a blur. Mason taps gloves with him, congratulating him for getting a punch through. He seriously laughed and praised the man for punching him in the face. These guys are crazy.
I focus on Mason’s body to distract from the ache that tightens my stomach when I see him get hit. The way he moves, so graceful yet aggressive, is mesmerizing. Broad shoulders give way to a perfectly sculpted chest, lightly dusted with hair. I remember how soft it felt against my cheek when I rested on him.
Sweat trickles down to his toned abs, running between the defined muscles and soaking into the waistband of his shorts. His back flexes as he lands another punch, knocking the other guy on his ass.
When he bends to offer his hand to help him up, my eyes are drawn to the dimples in his lower back. I’m so going to lick them next time he’s naked. The match ends with Mason showing the man some counterstrikes and suggesting moves he should work on before his next match.
I just want to get him home so he can use those graceful moves on me.
* * * *
Mason laughs and pulls me into bed with him when I admit I don’t like watching him fight. “I cringed every time the guy landed a punch.”
“He didn’t hurt me, baby, but I love that you worry about me.”
“Could you watch someone punch me in the face?”
“I’d kill them.” He brushes a strand of hair from my forehead. “Seeing you hurt like this tears me apart.”
“I’m okay. I believe we had a deal, Mr. Reed.” I strip off my clothes and reach to pull off his shorts.
“Oh no you don’t. We’re doing this my way tonight.”
“And what’s your way?”
“You’re going to lay back and do what I tell you. And I’m going to make you come until you lose your voice.”
I’ve already lost my words. Anything I say will just come out as nonsensical babbling. Mason’s devious grin shows herecognizes the effect he’s having on me. I scoot up the bed and lie back, tucking my hands behind my head.
Mason crawls up my body and murmurs in my ear. “Good girl. I don’t want to hurt your ribs, so relax and let me love you.”
Warmth washes over me when he runs his tongue down my belly, dipping it into my navel. “I’m going to take my time with you, Evie. You’re going to beg me to fuck you.” His words enflame me almost as much as the sensation of his fingers sinking into me. Curling them, he massages the spot that simultaneously shuts off my brain and drives me insane, grinning when I groan. “Tell me when you’re close, baby.”
The next few minutes are filled with constant pleasure and unbearable torment. I get right to the edge so many times just to have the feeling abate as he lightens his strokes. “Mason…please.” I twist away from him. “Just fuck me.”
Gently, he scoops me up to straddle his lap. His eyes sparkle with mischief as they stare into mine. “Just can’t hold still, can you?” His fingers resume stroking me inside and out, faster and faster. I’m overcome with heat and I can feel the first pulses of my release begin. I also really have to pee. Like bad.
“Mason, stop. I need the bathroom.”
