Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 131821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
I close my eyes a moment, then roll my head along the seat to look at the man beside me. “Hey, Mase.”
“Yeah, baby?” he asks, his voice thick with exhaustion as he pulls into the parking lot of my building.
He looks over a few times, but I wait until the car is still, the engine shut off.
“I have something to tell you.”
He leans forward, taking my chin in his hands and sliding his lips across mine in a perfect tease. “And I want to hear it, but it’s late. Let’s go inside and get our little man in a real bed.”
“K.” I give in instantly, and I don’t realize my eyes have closed until I hear his door open.
He takes Deaton from his seat, and we leave everything but the diaper bag in the car.
Inside, Mason gently lays him down on the bed, and Deaton hardly stirs as Mason changes him, leaving him in nothing but a diaper and socks.
I drop onto the mattress, watching as Mason strips his shirt from his head, followed by his jeans. Silently, he climbs into bed, and my heart melts when he reaches down, lifting Deaton and placing him in the center.
He closes his eyes, his arm gently tucking Deaton into his chest.
Moisture pricks my eyes, and I kick my shoes off, climbing in beside them.
Mason’s eyes pop open for a split second, but they close just as quickly.
I’m not sure I’ve ever wished I had my camera on me more than I do in this moment.
Mason falls asleep fast, a ghost of a smile on his lips, and I’m not far behind.
Warm palms travel up my sides, curving along my shoulders and gliding back down my arms until long, thick fingers are curling into mine. My smile is slow, eyes peeling open to find his hovering an inch above my own, a wolfish gleam within them as my arms are lifted and pinned above my head, pressed firmly into the plush pillow beneath me.
“Deaton’s in his bed now, baby,” he rasps, his voice thick with sleep and dirty promises. “Remember what I said to you?”
“Say it again,” I whisper, sighing when his deep chuckle washes over my skin.
He shakes his head, dipping and kissing across my collarbone. “That’s not how this part works. Here, you do what I say, and I reward you for it.”
“That sounds like a really good plan.”
I feel his smile, and my own threatens to break free, but then he sucks, hard, on my neck, and I’m moaning beneath him.
“Open your legs, baby. Open your legs and let me in.”
My knees fall to the side with zero protest, and he doesn’t hesitate, settling between them.
I gasp, locking my legs against his naked hips, feeling his heated flesh against my skin for the first time. I don’t remember him taking his boxers off, but he must have, and thank fuck for that.
He’s bare and bulging, pressing right where I want him—no, where I need him.
“I’m ready for you, Pretty Little. Sheathed and fucking aching.” He tugs my tank down so my breasts are spilling out, bends to suck my nipple into his mouth, releasing with a resounding pop. “Is my girl ready for me, too?”
I squirm, shifting my hips, and the tip presses inside.
Mason groans, lowering his bottom half and pressing me into the mattress. I wish he’d crush me with it. “Behave, baby. You’ll have me when I say you can and not a second sooner.”
He kisses me then, claiming my mouth with a raw intensity I’ve never felt, and a low whine leaves me.
“So damn responsive. So greedy for my cock.”
I moan in response, chasing his kiss and reveling in the way he makes me feel alive. My body has never known such need.
Mason’s hand dives between my legs, fingers finding their way inside me without pause, and my eyes roll back. “Yeah,” he breathes. “You’re ready for me. So fucking ready.”
Ripples of anticipation rage through me, and my head presses into the pillow, my eyes locking on his.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve been right here in my dreams.” He hooks my left leg, drawing it higher. “In my mind, I’ve licked you everywhere,” he whispers, rubbing along my clit and making me squirm. “Had you everywhere, on every surface in every room.” He reaches between us, lining himself up at my entrance, his eyes finding mine.
“Mase…”
“I’ve come on your every curve, and still, every single time, you beg for more.” A ghost of pressure is all he gives me, and I’m whining now. “You gonna beg for more, baby?”
His hips slide forward, the head of his dick pressing inside me. My lips part on a gasp, and his eyes flare, roaming across my features so as not to miss a thing. He gives me another inch, and I whimper, my nails digging into his arms.