Not that she didn’t ever look less than scorching.
For a long time the only sounds in the room were our flesh slapping together as I rode her hard. I had started out wanting to punish her with my cock. Now, I just couldn’t help myself.
I was fucking my heart into her. Fucking safety into her. Fucking my goddamn soul as far as I could get it into this perfect, precious woman.
The woman I loved.
“Fuckkk!”
I hissed as I started coming. It felt like a freight train full of lightening riding up my shaft and exploding into the best place on earth. Into her.
She was shaking and shivering all over my cock, coming hard. She was so wet that I was able to go faster and deeper than ever before.
Christ, I actually felt like I might pass out from the pleasure of her tight pussy creaming all over my cock.
She was still trembling when I pulled out a few minutes later. I didn’t want to. But I had to untie her.
I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable for even a second.
We lay there, tangled up in each other’s limbs as our bodies cooled and our breathing evened out.
I turned her to face me, pushing her hair away from her beautiful face.
“Are you still mad?”
“No babe. But we have to talk.”
“About what?”
“I want to make this official.”
“You do?”
I nodded slowly, running my fingers over her still trembling flesh.
“I want to marry you, Michelle. But you’ve got to let me keep you safe. Both of you. Okay?”
“Are you sure, Mason?”
“Yes, I’m fucking sure. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life. I fucking love you.”
She smiled suddenly and the room filled with light. My heart did too.
“Then yes, I will marry you, Mason Saint James. Because I love you too.”
I pulled her close and kissed her hard. As hard as I wanted. As often as I wanted. She was my woman now. And soon we’d make it permanent.
“Will you tell me why you were so scared?”
I sighed, rubbing her back.
“We’re partners now. I owe you that. But it’s not a happy story.”
Her eyes got really wide.
“And it’s not over yet.”
“Somebody wants to hurt you?”
“Not me exactly. But they killed Connor’s partner. A bunch of bikers. And they threatened Cassie.”
I took a deep breath.
“And last week, they killed one of the Raiser’s old ladies.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Michelle
He held me tenderly in the bath, his huge frame even warmer than the water.
“Don’t ever do that again.”
He squeezed me. I nodded.
“Okay.”
“I need to know where my girls are at all times.”
“I know.”
And I did know. He’d finally told me the whole story. And I felt the same fear he did. But not fear for myself. Fear for Paton and fear for him.
As usual, he seemed to read my mind.
“Don’t worry, Kelly is off the radar so her place is safe. And even if they knew about her, I’m pretty sure Cain is keeping both eyes on her. Not to mention that her big brother is an FBI agent.”
“Okay.”
I snuggled a bit and felt his cock thicken against my lower back.
He groaned, making that sexy, almost painful sound I knew so well. He wanted to fuck, but he wanted to take care of me more. I knew he probably thought he’d hurt me or something ridiculous.
Little did he know how much I’d liked it.
Apparently, Mason had been celibate even longer than I had. But he told me that wasn’t why he was so insatiable. He said it was all me.
I wiggled my hips restlessly. I was turned on too. I always was around him.
Besides, my bottom was barely even sore. And my lady parts were more than okay.
“Michelle…”
“I’m fine.”
“You sure? I was pretty rough on you earlier.”
“No. It was perfect.”
He groaned and gave in. I felt his fingers veer down to my pussy, holding it open as he pushed into me from behind. I was still slick inside, even after soaking in the hot tub for so long.
“Oh…”
It was hard to form sentences but what I was thinking was ‘thank you.’
I gripped the edge of the tub as Mason started working on me from beneath. He held my hips firmly as he inched his way deeper. Then he started slow, hard thrusts without pulling too far out of me.
It felt heavenly.
The tingles were already zinging all over my body when his hands moved up to my breasts. I gasped as he rubbed his calloused thumbs over my hard nipples, making my pussy clamp down on him instinctively.
He had his tempo now. A little faster, a little harder. Bath water splashed all over the place with each thrust.
And then he slid one hand down to my clit. His finger brushed my most sensitive spot once. Twice.
My body arched out of the tub as the orgasm hit me. I stared blindly at the ceiling as I convulsed, turning my limbs to jelly. I sank back into the tub, still shaking.