Finally Found You

by Carrie Ann Ryan

  “Please, please, Mason, make me come. I can’t take it anymore.”

  Well, if she put it like that... He pressed her G-spot harder as he growled against her clit. She froze for a moment before arching her back and screaming his name. He kept his fingers in her cunt, fucking her through her orgasm. She creamed on his tongue, and he swallowed it all, not wanting to lose a single drop. When she finally calmed down, he moved up, licking his lips, before crushing his mouth to hers.

  She moaned in his mouth, and he deepened the kiss, craving her more than he thought possible. His cock brushed her pussy, and he froze.

  He wrenched himself away and tried to catch his breath. “I need to get a condom.”

  She smiled up at him, her eyes dilated, then wiggled down his body. “Do that. I’m going to taste you first.”

  He swallowed hard, quickly got a condom off the nightstand for when she was finished making him crazy, and then fisted the sheets.

  “I can’t wait to have my dick in your mouth, Pres. I don’t want to come down your throat though, so when I get too close, I’m going to pull out and then fill up that greedy pussy of yours.”

  “So you won’t let me make you come?” she asked, fluttering her eyelashes.

  He snorted and shook his head. “If I come, then I don’t get to fuck you right.”

  “Whatever you say, big boy,” she teased then gripped his length. He sucked in a breath. Damn, he loved her hands on his cock. On his body. Well, fuck, he just loved her hands period.

  She slowly worked his dick, twisting her wrist with each stroke so she could squeeze harder. He clenched his teeth, not wanting to come too quickly like some teenager. When she lowered her mouth, he groaned. She licked up the vein, her eyes on his. The little minx knew exactly what she was doing to him.

  Her tongue swirled around the head before she took him into her mouth and sucked on the tip. The sensation sent shockwaves straight to his balls, and he took a deep breath, trying to gain back the control he’d had when he’d been sucking on her clit. She slowly maneuvered him as deeply as she could down her throat then used her right hand to grip the base of his cock. When she bobbed her head, hollowing her cheeks as she slid up his dick, he had to think of anything but the warm, wet heat of her mouth. He couldn’t blow his load then, not when he wanted to fill that cunt of hers. She rolled his balls in her palms, squeezing gently every so often. He let his head fall back, willing himself to keep in control.

  When she moved the hand cupping his balls back to his perineum and rimmed his ass with a finger, he lifted his hips.

  “You do that, baby, I’m going to come.”

  She let his dick go with a pop. “You can come and then fuck me, Mason. I know this cock of yours.” She squeezed him, and his eyes crossed. “Let me have my fun.”

  He swallowed hard then turned so he could grab the lube from the nightstand. “Use this, baby. You can do whatever you want, just make sure I have enough in me to fuck you. Got me?”

  She grinned, taking the lube from him. “Got you.” When she went back to work on his dick, he had to keep his breathing even, knowing what was coming next. He kept his hips raised as her lubed finger rimmed his hole before gently breaching him. He held back a wince at the sting then had to clench his teeth again. Holy fuck, she found his prostate fast.

  Her head bobbed as she sucked him down, and then her finger rubbed his prostate in time with her other movements. There was only so much a man could take. He let his head fall back, shouting her name, then thrust his hips, coming down her throat.

  His body still shaking, he pulled out of her mouth then reached for her. She smiled, looking way too pleased with herself, then crawled over his body.

  He crushed his mouth to hers, their juices mixing on their tongues. Fuck, that was so hot. He pulled away and grabbed the condom. “Face away from me and put the condom on my dick, baby.”

  She grinned then turned so her ass was in his face. She leaned down and put the condom on with her mouth, her lips covering her teeth.

  So. Fucking. Hot.

  Since she was bent over in front of him, he leaned up slightly to lick her pussy. She gasped, pressing her ass to his face. He hummed then licked up to her asshole, rimming her with his tongue.

  “Jesus, Mason.”

  He growled then dipped his tongue inside her pussy, fucking her and keeping her wet. When she squirmed against him, he pulled back and moved her hips down his body so she could lower herself over his length. She gripped his lower legs, then rammed herself onto his cock. They both froze then moaned.

  “Move. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

  She nodded then rose up and then back down, over and over again. Her ass shook as she kept up the hard pace, and he squeezed the soft globes. Using her wetness sliding over his cock, he lubed his thumb then rimmed her hole. She shuddered then shouted as he pressed past the tight ring of muscle. He fucked her ass with his thumb in time to her riding his cock, both of them out of breath, sweat-slick, and ready for more.

  His balls tightened, and he knew he was close. He increased the pace, and Presley shook on top of him, bowing back as her cunt clenched his cock like a vise. He spurted into the condom, coming just as hard within her deep heat.

  By the time they were both coming down from their highs, Mason wasn’t sure he could move. He slowly pulled Presley off his length then moved her so she lay on her side.

  “Wait right there,” he whispered, brushing her hair from her face.

  “I don’t think I could move anyway,” she mumbled.

  He grinned then got up on shaky legs to take care of the condom and get a warm washcloth. He came back into the room and cleaned her up slowly, reverently. Then he got back into bed and spooned her, keeping her close because he wasn’t sure he could ever let her go.

  That scared the hell out of him, but he chose to ignore the fear and keep going. He had a plan. Get Presley to fall in love with him so he wouldn’t have to lose her when she realized they’d become more than friends with benefits.

  “That’s the best way to wake up. Just saying.”

  He smiled at her words, pressing soft kisses to the back of her neck. “We’ll need to make sure we keep doing that.” He forced himself not to stiffen at his words, just in case she heard the promise within them.

  She didn’t seem to notice talk of a future because she sighed then wiggled back toward him so his cock lay firmly between her cheeks.

  They lay there for a few more moments, and Mason didn’t want to leave. However, their day wouldn’t permit that. The alarm starting ringing, signaling it was time for them to wake up and get on with their days.

  “Ugh. I so don’t want to go into work today,” Presley said, pressing into him harder.

  Mason ran a hand down her hip. “I know. I’d rather stay in here with you, but there’s those pesky things called bills and responsibility.”

  “True.” She was quiet for a moment, and Mason squeezed her hip.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I really hate my job,” she whispered.

  He sighed. “I know. I wish there was something I could do to help.”

  “Other than getting Geoff and Franklin fired, I just don’t see anything helping.”

  He hated being helpless when it came to Presley. He wanted to fix everything for her and had wanted to before they’d started sleeping together. He knew, though, that anything he did for her other than be in her corner would only hurt her in the long run. Plus, she was hella strong without him.

  That worried him, but he would ignore that for now.

  Mason turned her over so she was on her back next to him. “You’re a great designer, Pres. You’re a genius when it comes to interactive game play. You love what you do. You just hate who you’re doing it with. This game of yours, Red Swan, is going to kick ass. It already does. You just need to believe in yourself.”

  She smiled at him then kissed his chin. “You’re good for my ego. I just need to stop worrying about what t
he boys do and worry about my own crap. Thankfully, it’s not just Stan’s decision who gets the bid, but he’s a big part of it.”

  “You’ll just have to wow them. And you can, Pres. You wouldn’t have gotten this far if you hadn’t already.”

  “You’re too good to me.”

  He wasn’t good enough, but he didn’t say that aloud.

  “Let’s get showered and ready to go. Don’t want to be late.”

  “Okay, but you can’t shower with me.” He frowned. “Hey, I like getting all wet and naked with you, but we’ll be really late if we take time to wash every inch of ourselves.”

  He groaned as the image of her soapy and wet filled his brain. He rolled over, running his hands over his face. “Go shower, and I’ll make coffee.”

  She kissed his chest, and he looked down at her. “Thanks, Mason. Thanks for everything.”

  He sucked in a breath then ran his hand down her hair. “You’re welcome, Pres. You know I’d do anything I could for you. Right?”

  She blinked then frowned. “I know.” Then she scurried away, and he cursed himself. He was going too fast, too hard. If he didn’t stop, she’d run away completely and he’d lose the only person he ever cared about.

  Ever loved.

  Fuck.

  Mason rolled out of bed, determined to keep his mind out of the constant state of worry and get on with his day. He had to. If he didn’t, he’d just push her away, and he didn’t know if he could live with that.

  By the time he made it to his job site, the Austin sun beat down on him, making him sweat without even working. What a great way to start the day. He paused. No, he’d started the day inside Presley. See? Much better.

  With that thought, he set to work, knowing if he didn’t start soon the heat would only get worse. He dug at the hard ground, working until late into the afternoon. This was one of Trent’s jobs, which irked him to no end. If it had been one of his, he’d have done things differently and not been in the sun baking when he should have been using the landscape to form his plan. Only Trent didn’t see things like that. No, his brother was an idiot and wanted to make things pretty and look like they were worth the six or seven figures people paid for them.

  What he truly wanted was to work on something that meant more than the money people thought they had to show off. That wasn’t going to happen working for his brother. Unless something else changed, he didn’t see anything new popping up any time soon.

  He would just have to keep working for Trent and then doing the smaller jobs on the side when he could. There was only so much he could do in this economy.

  His stomach rumbled, and he knew it was time to break so he didn’t pass out from hunger. He put everything away and got in his truck right as his phone rang. The number didn’t look familiar, so he answered cautiously.

  “This is Mason Sutton.”

  “Mr. Sutton? This is Green for Life.”

  Mason froze. Green for Life was the company that held the grant he’d applied for almost a year prior. They were an environmentally conscious landscaping fund that would allow Mason to design the way he wanted and actually do something for the surrounding area.

  The only problem was the place was set up out of state.

  Away from Presley.

  Shit.

  “It’s good to hear from you,” he lied. “How can I help?” Maybe they were calling him to tell him he’d been denied. It wasn’t the first time that had happened.

  “We’re calling to tell you we’ve accepted your proposal, and we’re very interested to see what you can do with Green for Life. The position would start in four weeks. Does that sound good to you?”

  Jesus. He swallowed hard. Everything he’d ever wanted in his career was now right in the palm of his hand. He’d have the ability to actually do something more than work for his brother and make a living doing it.

  If he did…if he did, he’d have to walk away from Presley.

  They were just friends with benefits though, right? He’d be able to walk away…

  Damn it. He couldn’t. He couldn’t leave her, not with his heart in her hands when she didn’t even know it.

  He closed his eyes and rested his head on the steering wheel.

  “This is exciting,” he said, honestly. It would have been more so if the rest of his life wasn’t in such a state of flux. “I’m going to have to get back to you though.”

  “Oh really?”

  Mason sighed. “I’m so grateful for the opportunity. I just need to make sure four weeks is a good time frame,” he lied. It would never be enough time.

  The person on the other end of the line let out a breath. “Good to hear. Call us back as soon as possible so we can get to the details. I don’t have to tell you this is time sensitive.”

  “Thanks again.”

  He hung up and shook his head slowly. What was he going to do? If he left, he’d lose Presley…but was she even his to lose?

  That was the question of his life, and he honestly didn’t know the answer.

  What he did know was that he’d have to tell her. Tell her everything and pray they’d find a way to make it work. He’d just found her, even though she’d always been there. He couldn’t lose her.

  Chapter Seven

  Presley tapped her hands on the table, forcing herself not to check her phone for the fifth time. Mason had asked her to meet at the café for lunch, and yet he was late. That was so not like him. Between that and the worry she’d heard in his voice, she was on edge.

  The past few weeks had been amazing. So amazing she was afraid what would happen when either of them looked too closely at their relationship. They spent more time with one another now than they ever had before, and that was saying something considering they’d been in each other’s pockets when they’d just been friends.

  Now they were part of each other’s lives in such a way that she wasn’t sure she could extricate herself. Honestly, she wasn’t sure she wanted to get out of it. She loved waking up next to Mason in the mornings and going to bed with him at night after a long evening of making love and touching each other in every way possible.

  She loved him.

  Damn it. She loved him.

  She wasn’t supposed to fall in love with her best friend, but her heart had gone and done it despite her brain telling her it was a colossal mistake. He’d told her they would remain friends no matter what happened and that there would be no emotion beyond the bond they’d held before all of this started, but she knew she’d long since crossed the line into insanity.

  Her body craved him, and her heart desired him.

  There was no going back from that.

  Presley closed her eyes, trying to push those worries away for another day. Just because Mason had asked her to the café to talk didn’t mean they were about to have the talk. He wasn’t breaking up with her because they weren’t together.

  Sure, keep telling yourself that, honey.

  Between her project at work sapping all her energy and her co-workers becoming more crass and judgmental with every passing day, she didn’t want to deal with anything else that might take something out of her.

  Hopefully, Mason just needed to see her for something mundane, and the edge she’d thought she’d heard in his voice was all in her own mind. They’d eaten out countless times before, and it hadn’t been a problem. Just because her heart was on the line didn’t mean this time would be any different.

  “Well, look at you. I see you haven’t changed much since our last meeting.”

  Presley closed her eyes tight and prayed she was just hearing things.

  “Presley? You can’t ignore me. I’m right in front of you.”

  Nope. No such luck. The bastard was back.

  She looked up, her teeth on edge. “Trent.”

  He gave her a toothy smile and sat across from her. “You look…boyish.”

  She wouldn’t rise to the bait. Stabbing Mason’s brother with a plastic spoon would only lead to jail time, and
she needed to finish her damn project first.

  “I’m dressed for work,” she snapped. “Not that you ever understood that. What are you doing here, Trent?”

  He raised a brow, and she cursed herself for doing what she’d told herself not to do. Well, at least she hadn’t stabbed him with a spoon.

  “I was just coming in for a cup of coffee on the way to a project site and noticed you sitting here all alone. Did my dear brother leave you?”

  Presley narrowed her eyes. She hadn’t spoken to Trent in months, but it wasn’t a secret that she and Mason were spending time together. It was only logical the man would have found out about them. That didn’t make her feel any better though.

  “You’re sitting in his seat, actually. So you can leave now.”

  Trent snorted. “He’s late, I see. Nothing unusual about that. He was always the brother no one could rely on.”

  She held back a laugh. Seriously? That was the best he could do? It was so far from the truth it was comical.

  “This coming from the man I found humping another woman on my kitchen counter. Go, Trent. I didn’t want to see you then, and I don’t want to see you now.”

  “You should get over that incident, Presley. Unless you’re still pining away for me. If so…well…we could make some arrangements.”

  “You’re an asshole. I want nothing to do with you.”

  “But you want everything to do with my brother? I see you’re scraping the bottom of the barrel now. You had me once, and you can’t get much better than that.”

  “You’re an idiot. Mason is twice the man you are.”

  “Mason is a servant who needs to learn his place. But we can’t pick family.” Trent smiled, and Presley’s skin crawled.

  How had she ever fashioned herself in love with this man? She must have had a hit to the head or something.

  “Speaking of family, darling. How is Ian, that dear brother of yours?”

  And that was it. Trent was like freaking dog with a bone. The man had only dated her so he could try to get Ian to buy property from him and raise his commission. Nothing was done without a reason, and the man was a cold bastard for it.