by Tess Summers
Then you’d at least have the memories of being with her, which is better than nothing.
He knew deep down that was bullshit logic, but at the moment, he didn’t care. The justification worked for the time being. Regret could come tomorrow, or in a few days—whenever his brother was safe and he had to let her go.
And he was going to let her go. That much he knew.
Mason leaned down and captured her lips with his. Her soft mouth was warm with a hint of the Junior Mints candy she’d nibbled on during the movie. Their tongues tangled as she pressed her chest against him. Breaking the kiss, he caressed her cheek with the back of his index finger, searching her jade eyes.
“Are you sure about this?” he whispered.
She stared back at him, and her voice didn’t waver when she replied, “Positive.”
“I have something in my room. Wait here.”
He went to his cabin, scolding himself the entire time about what a bad idea this was while he searched his bag until he found the box of condoms he was looking for. His cock was essentially giving his brain the middle finger. There was no doubt which organ was in charge. Should he bring the whole pack or just grab a couple? He opted to bring the box and leave them in the nightstand in her stateroom. For next time.
There will be no next time, his brain reprimanded. His cock and his heart laughed, Yeah, sure.
As he hurried back to her quarters, the thought entered his head that she might have changed her mind while he was gone. A sense of relief came over him when he walked in and found her sitting up in bed with the covers tucked around her chest.
“Last chance,” he advised.
The little minx looked up at him through her lashes and smiled seductively while pulling back the covers in invitation, revealing her beautiful, naked body.
He stared at her for a moment, mesmerized.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
She shyly looked down and bit her bottom lip, trying to disguise her grin.
He kicked off his shoes but didn’t bother getting undressed before lying down beside her and pulling her body into his. She felt… perfect. Like she was made just for him.
Reagan tugged on his shirt, and Mason sat up to let her slip it over his head. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him down on top of her. He caught himself on his forearms, but his torso enveloped her petite frame. She traced the rough scars on his back then moved her fingernails softly down his spine.
“I’ve wanted to feel you underneath me since the moment I first laid eyes on you,” he confided, staring at her lips while brushing her hair from her shoulder.
“Me too,” she replied breathlessly as she lifted her hips upward to press against his throbbing cock.
“You have no idea what you’ve done to me, do you?”
She moved her pelvis in small circles on his dick with a devilish smile.
“I sort of have an idea.”
“You’ve put a spell on me, Reagan Elizabeth Jones. There’s no other explanation. You’re a witch, a temptress, and I’m helpless to do anything but obey.”
“Then you should stop talking and take your pants off.”
“As you wish,” he said with a smirk and pulled his pants down his thighs.
“Underwear, too.”
“So demanding for such a little thing,” he chuckled but did as she requested.
He pulled her on top of him as he settled back down on the bed. They lay there naked, neither in a hurry to move. While she let him hold her, he relished how perfectly content he was in that moment. His sassy sprite was in bed with him; he could die a happy man.
Well, not quite yet. There were still some things he needed to attend to. Like her pussy.
Mason flipped her onto her back and took her mouth with his. His lips tenderly kissed hers, then she gently bit down on his bottom lip and darted her tongue in his mouth, seeking out his to tangle with. He took a deep breath before tilting his head and deepening the kiss, and she let out a soft moan that went straight to his already rock-hard cock.
He was dying to be inside her, but he also wanted to take his time and savor her. Moving his mouth down her neck, he wrapped his arms around her core and hugged her tight when she arched her back. Fuck, he loved how soft and curvy she felt under him.
He slid down her body and traced his tongue along one taut nipple, biting softly then suckling. Reagan gasped quietly when he licked the underside of her tit then drew his tongue across her chest to her other boob, where he worked in reverse, suckling, biting, and tracing.
She ran her fingers through his hair, clutching a handful to draw his head closer to her body as she bowed off the bed and groaned.
Mason began to kiss and gently suck her skin down to her stomach, dropping his hand between her thighs. He could feel the heat generating from her and had to purposefully will himself to slow down and not dive head first into her pussy.
Painstakingly, he moved his mouth over her mons, breathing in her delicious aroma, his mouth watering in anticipation. Pulling her lips apart with both hands, he peered at her beautiful wetness before darting his tongue up and down her labia then circling her knot until it was fat and peeking out from the hood.
Mason slid a finger inside her wetness and began to fuck her in rhythm with his mouth working her clit. Reagan whimpered as she moved her hips in harmony, spreading her legs farther to welcome him in deeper.
“Mmm, fuuuuck, you taste so good, sassy pants,” he mouthed against her pussy.
He began to flick her clit faster with his tongue while increasing the tempo of his hand moving in and out of her cunt. Feeling her body heat rise and her breathing quicken while she tightened around his finger, he could tell she was close and increased his efforts. His redheaded sprite began to pant, “Don’t stop.” Like that was going to happen.
Mason’s frantic pace soon paid off, and she began to quiver under his touch. Her body lurched forward, and he kept going until she pushed at the top of his head while trying to close her thighs.
He chuckled when he emerged from between her legs and saw the euphoric look on her face. Wiping his mouth with the top sheet, he moved up her body and wrapped her in his arms while she caught her breath.
“That was—” She gulped for air. “That was flipping amazing.”
Even if she was exaggerating, he felt his ego inflate to twice its size—and it was already pretty big to begin with.
“Mmm, baby, I’m just getting started.”
He ripped the black foil package and slipped the condom on, lining up at her entrance and pushing balls deep inside.
“Fuuuck, Reagan,” was all he could mutter as he buried his face in her neck. Her tight pussy felt so damn good, he was afraid to move—worried he’d bust a nut right then. That would not be good for his ego, and probably not for his status as her lover either.
Slowly, he began to thrust in and out of her, developing a rhythm that had her whimpering and moaning. Mason was determined to make her come again before he did, and sat up on his knees in order to play with her sensitive clit while continuing to drive into her pussy.
He really wished he had some of that duration spray he’d seen advertised, especially when she started cooing about how good his cock felt inside her pussy. Sweet and sassy Reagan Jones talking dirty was so fucking hot, and he increased the pressure on her knot. She started to pant and thrust up against him, her cunt pulsating around his cock as she came undone. She was a beautiful sight to behold as she gasped and thrashed about, and he followed her climax with a roar of his own release. Gripping her hips, he spurted rope after rope inside the latex barrier, pausing briefly to treasure the moment before reluctantly pulling out of her.
He got out of bed and disposed of the condom before grabbing a hand towel for her. With a wink, he handed it to her and slid in beside her under the covers.
As she tended to herself, she looked over at him and gave him a shy smile.
“So now what?”
He tugged
on her elbow to bring her back down next to him and wrapped his arm around her middle.
“Now, we nap.”
He couldn’t think of anything better—wiped out from sex and falling asleep next to the beautiful little nymph who’d worn him out. Then she sighed and softly kissed his chest, and he was pretty sure he’d just died and gone to heaven.
Chapter Nine
Reagan
It was dusk when she woke up in the king-sized bed alone. Taking a full body stretch, she couldn’t help but smile broadly. She knew she should feel guilty or be filled with regret or something negative, but there was none of it. Just contented bliss and a satisfied feeling that she’d never felt after sex.
It had been freaking amazing.
Ah-maze-ing.
Wow, had it ever.
She hoped they’d get to do that again, and soon.
Reagan got dressed in black yoga pants and a gray t-shirt she’d found in the drawers, as well as the bra she’d worn onboard yesterday. She was happy to find her door unlocked so she could venture out to try and find Mason.
He was sitting behind a desk in the office with his phone to his ear. She knocked softly, and he looked up with a smile, winking at her and gesturing for her to sit in the chair opposite him while he continued talking.
“The captain says we’re on schedule to get there in about thirty-six hours.”
Pause.
“The arrangements should be in place for your arrival tomorrow.”
Another pause, but he quickly glanced up at her.
“She’s fine, Agent Jones. I assure you.”
Pause.
He sighed then muttered, “I’ll call you back.”
Mason hung up and tossed his phone on the desk.
“Well, that was obviously your sister. We’re going to call her back, and you’re going to assure her you’re unharmed and being treated well. I think it’d be in our best interest to not share how well, don’t you?”
Part of her wanted to be honest with Kennedy. She wasn’t ashamed of what she’d done, although maybe she should be. It was pretty slutty of her to sleep with a man she’d known less than forty-eight hours—particularly the man who kidnapped her and was forcing Keni out of retirement. Oh, and the same man who just happened to be the leader of the team that had also kidnapped her sister and been assigned to kill her.
Okay, he might be right about not telling Kennedy, but it still didn’t sit well with her. Although technically, if she didn’t say anything, she wouldn’t be lying.
“You know, maybe you shouldn’t let me really talk. Just let her see I’m okay but that’s it. I hate the idea of being dishonest with my sister.”
That made one corner of his mouth turn up, his blue eyes twinkling while his sexy dimple was on display.
“Come here.”
She dutifully went to stand in front of him, and he snaked his arm around her waist and drew her into his lap. Kissing her hair, he murmured, “Just tell her you’re okay and that I haven’t hurt you. But try to act scared, or at least nervous. I’m sorry you’re in this position. I’m sorry about the whole damn thing—but Marcus needs me. I hope you understand.”
The funny thing was, she did understand. She’d do anything to help Kennedy if her sister were in trouble—including kidnapping and blackmail. And yet, Reagan felt like she was letting Keni put her life in danger because she thought her little sister had been kidnapped—which was technically true, but Reagan didn’t believe for a second her own life was in danger—not at Mason’s hands, anyway. Shouldn’t Kennedy have all the facts before doing something so risky? She had baby Madison to think about now.
“You ready?” he asked as he squeezed her knee.
“Yep.”
He patted the side of her thigh, indicating she should stand, and he followed.
“Let’s call from the couch,” he suggested.
She sat on the end of the sofa and turned to face him with a nervous smile.
“Ready?”
She nodded and he dialed, then turned the phone so the screen and camera were on her. Kennedy’s anxious face appeared.
“Reagan! Oh God, honey. How are you holding up? Has he hurt you?”
“I’m fine, Keni. He’s been nothing but kind—really.”
Her sister narrowed her eyes.
“You were bound and gagged the last time I saw you.”
She took a deep breath. Kennedy needed to know all the facts before making her decision to help Marcus.
“It was just for show. He cares about me—if you decide not to go through with this, he’s not going to hurt me.”
Kennedy closed her eyes and hung her head as she shook it.
“Oh, Reagan… Baby sister… He’s a spy, honey. He’s been trained to—”
Mason turned the phone to face him. Reagan didn’t know if he was mad that she had revealed he wouldn’t hurt her, but she needed her sister not to worry or feel obligated.
His grin was sinister and the hairs on her neck stood up when he told Kennedy, “Didn’t you hear her, big sis? I care about her. She’s in good hands,” then clicked to end the call.
Had she really been played like that?
****
Mason
Goddammit.
He knew he should have just gagged her again when calling Kennedy back. But damn Agent Jones was being obstinate about ensuring he hadn’t harmed a hair on her sister’s head before moving forward.
What the fuck was he supposed to do? She couldn’t know she was holding the trump card—that he’d never hurt Reagan.
Well, now his redheaded little cherry sprite thought he’d tricked her. The look on her face hurt his soul. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why couldn’t things ever just go as planned?
He dropped to his knees in front of where she sat on the couch and grabbed her hands. She didn’t respond as he gripped her fingers, just left her wrists loose in his grasp like wet noodles.
“I do care about you, Reagan. And you’re right—I would never hurt you, but you kind of put me in a bind with Kennedy. If I don’t have any leverage with her, this isn’t going to work.” She didn’t reply, and he abruptly let go of her hands and sat back on his heels, letting out an exasperated, “Dammit!”
She flinched at his outburst, only making him feel worse. Shaking his head, he said in a low voice, “This is my fault. I shouldn’t have let you talk. I should have known better.”
And he should have. But everything about this woman had taken his instincts and training and thrown them out the window.
“What happened between us earlier was real for me. Every second. I know you felt it, too, so you know I’m not lying about that.”
“I don’t know what to believe,” she whispered as a lone tear escaped down her cheek. He brushed it away with his thumb and rested his forehead against hers.
“You know in your heart what’s true.”
“The problem is, I’ve never been a very good judge when it comes to men. Lack of a role model and all the things that come with having daddy issues, I guess. My sister could always point out the snakes. It took me a long time and many lessons learned to trust her judgment. She’s never been wrong—not once.”
Maybe this was a blessing in disguise. They were going to go their separate ways in, hopefully, less than two days. This would make it less messy.
Fuck that. He had two more days with her—he was going to cherish it, and it wasn’t going to be spent with her thinking he was going to hurt her in the end. Not physically, anyway.
“Well, there’s a first time for everything. She’s wrong—I’m not going to hurt you, and you know it. You even said so yourself, with conviction, I might add.”
She sat watching him without saying anything.
“What can I do to convince you?”
He wasn’t expecting her response.
“Include me in the plan. I have a right to know what danger you’re putting my sister in because of me.”
Mason furrowed his brows.
“Explain what you mean by include you.”
“I don’t mean putting me to work or anything like that. Just let me sit in on the strategy calls so I know what’s going on. Let me look at what plans have been drawn up. Tell me who the players are.”
He stared at her a long time before replying. She put her hand on her hip and raised her eyebrows as if daring him to say no. So goddamn sassy.
He shook his head wryly and let out a long sigh as he agreed. All his instincts and training went out the window when it came to Reagan Elizabeth Jones.
Chapter Ten
Reagan
Well, so much for doing that again. Dang it. She’d been looking forward to maybe sucking his cock next time.
She took a deep sigh as she lay fully clothed on top of the comforter on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. She hadn’t expected him to acquiesce and let her be involved with his brother’s rescue, so that had been an unexpected surprise. Now her head was swimming with all the intricate details he’d shared about how they expected things to occur, and the backup plan, and the backup plan to the backup plan.
Good grief, how did they keep it all straight?
There were a lot more players than she’d thought. In addition to Mason and Reagan, there were three members from Marcus’ team who were willing to risk their jobs to get their work brother home safe, as well as someone named Jacob who was what they called a fixer, whatever the hell that was. He didn’t seem to have an allegiance to anybody in particular but one could secure his services for the right price. And he could be trusted to know Kennedy was alive—the other three from Marcus’ team were going to be kept in the dark about that.
She sat up like a shot and quickly made her way to Mason’s office, where she’d left him after they’d eaten dinner in there.
“I have an idea,” she said excitedly as she burst through his door.
He looked up from his computer monitor with a grin.
“What’s your idea, sassy pants?”
“Use me instead of Kennedy for the bait. That way her cover doesn’t get blown with Marcus or his teammates.”
