by Ally Prince
Contents
Title Page
Copyright © 2018 Ally Prince
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
Author Notes
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Prologue
Penny
Four years ago
I knew better.
I think everyone’s had that moment where they knew they shouldn’t be doing what they were about to, but they did it anyway. Consequences be damned.
I stared at the screen of my cell, kind of hoping he wouldn’t answer and kind of hoping he would. Okay, I was totally hoping he was busy.
It’s not like he was waiting around expecting my call. He was a man and he had a life, one that no doubt included women. If I thought about those women I wanted to throw up, my throat burned. What if he was with Logan? Jesus, Logan would kill me for even calling him, bothering him.
I should have thought…
“Hey, Pen.” That deep rumbling voice caught me off guard, and the cell slid from my hand landing on the hay at my feet. I was hiding out. I figured a conversation like this needed a stealthy place to hide, far away from prying ears. The empty beer bottles at my feet could have been my liquid courage too. This was such a fuck up, and I hadn’t even said a word. I managed to grab my cell and sat it back on my knee. I stared at the screen.
“Pen?”
Why did that name send shivers down my spine?
“Hi,” I squeaked liked a toddler. Even though I was alone my face heated and I fisted my hands in frustration at my own stupidity.
There was some noise on his end. “You okay? Do you need me?”
I needed him, I wanted him and that was the fucking problem.
Mason Mansfield was my brother’s best friend.
Mason Mansfield was also about eleven years older than me.
Mason Mansfield, a hot cowboy, who I desperately wanted to pop my cherry before I headed off to college next week.
Ugh, I had a timeline. Sweat gathered on my forehead.
“I’m fine.” My body betrayed me and I hiccupped.
Mason, honest to God, growled down the line. “You been drinking again, Pen? I thought we talked about this shit.” He sounded like my brother. And by talk, he meant that he chewed me out for getting drunk at a party he happened to drive by and see me almost being mauled by a horny teen. I sighed heavily, staring up at the rafters of the stables I was hiding out in.
Just eighteen months ago my father walked under these beams. He mucked this very stall where he laughed and he smiled. Now he was gone. Mom too. Life wasn’t fair, and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out what the hell I’d done to have my parents taken from me in such a slow and tragic way. I wiped at my cheek, tears often felt unnoticed.
“I’m fine, Mason,” I snapped a little harsher than I meant.
Why the hell did I do this?
“You wanna chat? Talk. You want me to come get you? Then tell me where you are?”
That sounded simple, right?
“Ugh. It’s stupid.”
“Probably. Tell me anyhow. Let me be the judge.”
Yup, he thought I was stupid. Just a little girl.
“Well, I have a situation.” I braced my chin on my hand. My elbow on my knee. My eyes on the screen of my cell where Mason’s face lit up the glass—a picture not video chat, thank God. There was no way I could say this to his face. But, I would have to see his face, and he’d see me naked. I really had not thought this through.
“Go on,” he drawled.
“I go to college next week.” I’d be leaving my family home of eighteen years. Leaving my brother, Logan, to run the family business and keep the house from the bank. Leaving all my so-called friends who no longer knew how to talk to me. Leaving all those looks of pity behind, where I would walk down the street and not a single fucking person would know me. Yeah, that was a nice feeling.
“I know, Pen. Logan’s stressed as fuck about it, too. You’ll be fine, though. Don’t you even think about backing out, darlin’.” The way darlin’ rolled out of his mouth made me smile. He said it often when we were alone, but I had actually wondered if it was just his way of greeting girls. I wondered how many babes he’d had? No. No, I didn’t, that was not a positive thought.
“I wasn’t. I just. Well, I kind of want… was hoping you’d help me with something?” I babbled, my foot digging a little hole in the straw. This was damn awkward.
“What’s up?”
The poor guy had no idea what I was about to ask him. I guess it was easier to just say it, put it out there and see what happened. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm my racing heart. Here goes…
“I want to have sex with you.”
Then I clicked the red circle on my cell so fast.
I lifted it from my knee and hurled it across the stables then picked up a half-empty beer and decided I best stay here and drown my sorrows. There was no way I was ever going to be able to face that man again.
Chapter 1
Mason
Present Day
I was no fucking ballerina, my time tiptoeing around this shit ended now. Penny returned home in April—Halloween would be here in a few weeks. That was a momentous amount of time for me to restrain myself. No one would call me patient, I considered myself a go-getter. Somehow, Penny Anderson became my exception to the rule. Months ago, Penny told me to back off, and I fucking did. For months I waited around, dick in hand, pining over someone I wanted in my life. Tonight’s mission involved letting Penny in on my dreams.
Penny rented a small apartment above a yoga studio a few months back. Logan didn’t like the idea, but he also liked to fuck his wife in the kitchen so, Penny moved out.
She worked at the local elementary school, and twice a week she did yoga classes. Keeping her head down, she stayed so far out of my way I hadn’t seen her for over a month. Well, that’s a lie. I had seen her, but she hadn’t seen me. Some might call it stalking? I liked to think of it as protecting what belonged to me. Like that jackass who turned up at her door, twice, he never made it back a third time. And the friendly guy who delivered Chinese take-out, yeah, he lost his job when he kept getting flat tires and not delivering hot food. I won’t apologize. That smile, the one that lit up her whole face, I wanted that for my eyes only.
I parked my truck around the corner from her place, not that I thought she would notice it, but I wanted to be sure she wouldn’t. Her front door shared the same entry as the yoga studio, but if there was no yoga, Penny needed to buzz you in. I liked that level of security. A yoga class was in full
swing, and if I looked through the small window, I would see her in some kind of pretzel position which would make my cock ache more than it already did. I turned left and headed up the stairs leading to Penny’s door.
With the time creeping up to eight p.m., a hot and sweaty Penny would be ascending those stairs. What I would love to do with a hot and sweaty Penny. I leaned by her door and ran a hand through my dark brown hair, feeling a little naked with no hat.
Deep down Penny had always been a part of me. Getting Pen to see the bigger picture would be the hard part. The girl fought me since she was a kid. Even at twelve years of age she’d give me shit about my girlfriends and get in my face about it, no one else did that. She told me what she thought, and didn’t give one shit whether I liked it. I hoped the eleven years separating us in age would not be on the list of things Penny would use to get away from me. We shared history, something even Logan didn’t know about, which was why my balls were still intact.
I tapped my booted foot a little, becoming impatient.
The door below me opened, and the sound of women talking and laughing filled the air.
“Jim’s going to shit when I do that to him tonight,” one woman explained while the other laughed, a door closing somewhere. I waited as people filed out below.
“Penny, wait up,” a masculine voice said. I pushed off the wall and walked to the edge of the stairs. “Want to get a coffee?” the jerk asked.
“Um… I can’t tonight, Liam. I have to, um… dye my hair.” I pictured her bright red cheeks from the lie she told and shook my head, the dude didn’t stand a chance.
“Oh, right, maybe next week then? If you need a hand with any new stretches, call me and I’ll help you out.”
I clenched my fists, he would not be standing over Penny while she twisted into some ungodly position. Ever.
I moved back to my original position as I heard her small footsteps on the stairs.
“Just say no, Penny. You know it’s easier. Now he thinks you’re a flake and broke because you dye your hair at home. What the hell is wrong with you?” she muttered to herself, head down as she came into sight.
I smiled at the sight of her. Her dark hair an absolute mess, it may have been in a bun at one stage but that’s not how it looked now. The hair that framed her face darkened with sweat. The huge arm holes in her tank top allowed me to see a lot of flesh and her bra, and then there were those tights. Penny’s legs were long, lean, and went on for days. She had a killer body, everything just right. I adjusted my cock as she dug into her bag for her keys.
She finally looked up and squealed. Jumping back, a hand going over her heart.
I smiled and pushed off the wall. “Evening, Pen.” I tipped my non-existent hat at her and she frowned. Her eyes landing on my arms, covered by a long-sleeved shirt. Now she frowned harder. I still wore short sleeves, but I mostly hid my scars. I expected a lot worse, but they were there and my doctor recommended to keep them covered from the sun, so I did. Plus, I didn’t like the questions they brought about or the fact it made people uncomfortable by looking at them. But Penny knew all about them, she hadn’t seen them since I was in bandages, though.
“Mason.” She gathered her breath bringing her eyes to mine. God, she was pretty. High cheekbones, lush lips, deep blue eyes and creamy skin. “What can I do for you?”
“Invite me in.” I stepped closer, now only a foot between us. I could smell her scent, sweet with sweat but ultimately her. She never smelled like perfume or anything over the top, just a subtle smell of summer fruits and her unique scent.
Penny shook her head before hedging toward the door. “I can’t do that for you.” She snorted as if she considered the idea impossible, it wasn’t. As she moved the key into the lock I stepped in behind, pushing up against her, my face nuzzling her neck. Penny kept her hands on the doorknob but tilted her head to the side a little. Sneaking my tongue out, I swiped at her salty skin and moaned, rocking my hard-on into her.
“Mason,” she whispered, but she pushed back just a fraction.
“Let me in.” I wanted inside her body more than anything, but I’d settle for her home before we got naked on the landing where anyone could see.
I moved my hands from the door and they slid around her waist, feeling the heat of her skin and the dampness of her clothes. “We’ve got things to talk about, Pen, you know it. I’ve been a very patient man. I think I deserve a reward.” My mouth nipped at her neck, watching the gooseflesh spread while she rocked her hips as she pushed her ass into me.
“You get fuck all.” What a smart ass reply to grace those gorgeous lips. With her hands still on the doorknob I brought my hand to her shoulder and slipped the strap off letting it catch at her elbow then I repeated on the other side.
“I think you want me, Pen. You’ve always wanted me. So, let’s not play games.” I sucked on her skin hard, she moaned out loud, and her breathing became faster. I knew then there was no way I’d leave here tonight without Penny being aware of just how much I wanted and needed her. I would give her a taste of something she’d been missing.
And that something? That was me.
Penny
Walk away, Penny. Run, Penny. Snap the fuck out of it, Penny.
His hands brushed my breasts and all thoughts of leaving vanished. Mason fried every synapsis in my brain. Dumb shit fell out my mouth around him, and I did stupid stuff because he defused me like no one else could. I wasn’t convinced this was a good thing.
My breaths became shorter, but trying to remain calm and not let him affect me. It was the hardest thing I’d ever done.
His cool lips on my overheated flesh was divine. I still had sweat running down my back, and my legs were seconds from giving way, but as long as he pressed his hard length against me and his mouth on my skin I would stand there. That made me a tart, but I wasn’t caring at that point in time. Tomorrow maybe, but not right then.
He settled those large hands on my breasts, feeling their weight, pinching at my nipples. It was heaven.
“See how much you like me,” he cooed in my ear. I groaned in reply because, well, his hands were on my boobs. “I think you want me to take you up against this door, don’t you, dirty girl?” He ground his cock harder, and I pushed back, lifting my hips trying to position him where I wanted him, but I couldn’t. “I could slip those tights down to your knees and just take you right here.”
Please, yes. He should do that.
If I checked my panties, they would be damp and it wouldn’t be with sweat.
Fire raced through my veins as Mason lit me up. It had been a long time since I’d felt this needy, well, since the last time we were in the same room together.
“Give me your mouth, Pen.”
There was never a question with Mason, and if I tilted my head back and in his direction he could have it. But did I want him to have it? His tongue swirled my ear, hands tugging up the band on my sports bra, cold air hitting my skin sending my nipples rock hard in seconds.
“No. I’ll take these then.” Deft fingers tugged and twirled, hands massaging, cock grinding. Sensations overwhelmed me, but I needed, wanted more. I kept my hands gripping my door handle, if I touched him, I wouldn’t stop.
“Mason, please,” I begged, tilting my head in his direction. He took full advantage, one hand reached up to grip my chin and then his mouth covered mine. His tongue battling mine for dominance, teeth tugging at my lips before sucking to relieve them. I missed his mouth on me.
“What do you want, Pen. Hmm? Want me to make you feel better? Want me to touch that pretty pussy and take the ache away?” My hips rocked of their own accord and he chuckled in my ear. His hand slid down my hot stomach and sank into my tights, it was his turn to groan. He stuck a boot between my legs making me spread them a little more and then his fingers were touching me.
“Fuck your wet, baby. See what I do to you?”
Nope, won’t comment on that one.
He rolled over my clit before sli
pping one thick finger into my opening. Yes, that’s what I’d been looking for. Another finger joined in, stretching me.
“Still so tight for me, Pen. I dream about you squeezing my cock so hard. You’ll be doing it again soon, too.” His mouth went to my neck, and he sucked hard as his fingers curled inside me, stroking something that made me weak at the knees. I could hear my wetness as he thrust his fingers in and out, the smell of me filled the surrounding air. The hand on my breast moved and joined in down below. I let my head fall forward to lean on my closed door, I tilted my hips up and back and stood on tiptoes to get him right where I needed him.
“That’s it, baby, open for me. God, I want to fuck you so hard,” he groaned out as his cock once again ground firmly into my ass. A finger stroked over the tight bundle of nerves and I saw stars almost instantly. “Squeeze my fingers, Pen, let me feel how hot you are for me.” The fingers inside me went high and deep while his thumb stroked my clit, and in an instant, my body began to pulse. Panting against my door as wave after delicious wave of the best orgasm of my life took hold, body jerking and squeezing as he wound me down. His fingers slowed, drawing out every possible pulse my body offered him. I felt empty as soon as he withdrew his fingers. Sucking in a deep breath, filling my lungs with much-needed air, I tried to stand up but my legs struggled under me. When my feet were finally steady, I let go of the doorknob so I could turn to face him.
I hadn’t even looked at him, and here I stood letting him stick his fingers in me—damn harlot!
Placing my hot back against the cool wooden door, I raised my eyes to meet his. The worst move in the history of bad moves. Mason Mansfield smoldered like no other. He often sported this little side smile which lifted the left side of his lush lips, and it was sexy as hell. With his dark chocolate eyes which seemed to be trying to pierce my soul and the rigid jawline, I didn’t stand much of a chance at denying he was one hot cowboy. The way his shoulders filled out that button down, the way his jeans hugged those thighs, the way he bulged in the front of his jeans. Yeah, I could not take my eyes off that. If I reached out a little I could touch him again, relieve his straining dick. I wanted that, I did.
