trustanddare_GEN

by Shelli Stevens

“Morning, baby.” He slid a finger into her creamy pussy.

  “Ahh…” She closed her eyes. “Mmm…morning, Mason.”

  “Okay?”

  “Oooh…yeah.”

  “Good.” He pushed gently on her shoulder, rolling her over onto her back. “Let me work on making you a morning person.”

  He sat up and straddled her, leaning down to kiss her breasts, taking a tip into his mouth and sucking on it. She squirmed beneath him and sighed.

  Working his way down her body, he kissed her belly button. Then, damn near drunk on the musky smell of her arousal, he moved down her body to taste her again.

  He loved her pussy. All pink, with wet, full lips. Just begging to be touched, licked, and fucked.

  Pushing her knees apart so he could get better access, he buried his face into her cunt, sliding his tongue inside her folds to lap up her sweet juices.

  She gripped his head, her fingers buried in his hair as she held his face against her.

  He licked her slowly, steadily, and felt her stomach start to shake. Her hips lifted off the bed, and he pushed his tongue inside her just as she came.

  “Oh, Mason.”

  Her desire for him was sharp on his tongue, and he lapped her up, moving up to suck her clit as her body trembled through the orgasm.

  When she was limp on the bed, he nuzzled her stomach and placed a kiss in her belly button.

  “There. Now that was your proper good morning.”

  “Thank you.” She gave a sleepy laugh, her cheeks still pink with pleasure. “I’m officially converted to being a morning person. As long as you wake me up that way on a regular basis.”

  His blood rushed through his veins. Was she thinking beyond tomorrow, too? They needed to talk, clear the air. He wanted to know. But not now, she wasn’t even fully awake yet.

  He stood. “I’m gonna make us some food. Are you hungry?”

  She stretched and made a purring sound. “Mmm. Yeah, I’m a little hungry. But you don’t have to make anything, we could always—”

  “I like to cook. It’s my thing. Now go back to sleep while I make breakfast.”

  Abby watched him leave and shook her head in amazement. He was fantastic in bed, thought she was gorgeous, and liked to cook?

  She drew her lip between her teeth. Maybe it was time to re-evaluate that whole not dating military thing. Maybe her experiences had been circumstantial. Maybe Mason was different. Her stomach twisted at the thought. Oh, but that was a lot of trust. And they were only just getting to know each other.

  She lay in bed for a while longer, inhaling the yummy smell of bacon cooking.

  Finally, she glanced at the clock. Damn! They’d slept until noon! She grabbed the phone that was on the bedside table and called her brother’s shop.

  He answered on the second ring. “Daniel’s Auto. What can I do for you?”

  “Danny, it’s Abby.” She sighed.

  “Hey, sis. What’s up?” She could hear the sounds of the shop in the background, and he paused to yell something to one of his employees.

  “Umm. Well, I screwed up kind of bad.”

  “Not liking the tone of your voice. How bad? What’d you do this time?”

  “I did that brake fluid thing you told me about on this truck—”

  “What? Tell me you didn’t.”

  “I did, sorry. And it gets worse. When I did it, it was nighttime. And I, well, I accidentally did it to the wrong truck.”

  “Oh God. Abby! You can’t be serious? Is he pressing charges?”

  “Well, no… We actually worked out an arrangement.” Her cheeks warmed. Hopefully she didn’t sound as obvious as she felt. “Will you cut me a deal so I can get it fixed?”

  “Shit, Abby. You get in more trouble than your high school students.” He sighed. “Yeah, bring it by today and I’ll see what we can do.”

  She glanced up as Mason came back into the room with two plates in his hands. He paused in the doorway, watching her closely.

  “Look, I’ll call you later, Danny. You’re the best. Love you.” She hung up the phone and smiled. “Hey.”

  “Hey. Who were you on the phone with?” He crossed the room and set the plates of food on the nightstand. Then he sat down on the bed and ran his thumb over her mouth.

  The gesture sent a tremble through her body. “M-my brother. I was arranging to have your truck fixed.”

  He was silent a moment, but cupped the back of her neck in a hard grasp, dragging her head close.

  “Ah. For a minute, I thought you might have had another guy.” He stared at her. “And I didn’t like the way it made me feel.”

  “There’s no one else,” she whispered, her pulse raced at the intensity in his gaze. Was he jealous? And would it be wrong of her to like it if he was?

  “Good.” His mouth brushed over hers and she melted, wrapping her arms around his neck. She opened her mouth, thrilled by the way his tongue slid possessively inside. His hand moved down to cup her breast, his thumb stroking over her rigid nipple.

  “Abby. I have a confession. I don’t want this to just be a weekend thing.” His voice was husky when he raised his head.

  A warm fuzzy feeling spread through her. So he was getting the more than just sex vibe too? She teased her fingers into the short hair at the back of his head, a smile curving her mouth.

  “Why don’t you date military men?”

  Date military. The panic kicked in and she emotionally backpedaled.

  “Don’t shut yourself down, baby. I see you closing those doors in your head.” His thumb rubbed over her lips and she trembled. “Please, Abby. I just wanna understand why.”

  Her throat felt dry. “Mason…”

  “Baby, please, I wanna understand. I need to.”

  She swallowed hard. “There are…many reasons. The biggest one—my dad was in the military. He was dating my mom and left her for another woman…when she was pregnant with Danny and me.”

  “Ah, baby, I’m sorry.” He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her tight against his chest. “I know that kind of shit happens too much. But we’re not all like that. And I’m nothing like that.”

  “Mason,” she hesitated. “There’s more. I lost my virginity to an Army guy way back in the day. He promised to call, never did… I’ve watched friends go through the same kind of heartbreak—my cousin just yesterday.”

  “Listen. There are some assholes in the military who are only out for sex and a good time. But I’ll say it again, we are not all like that. I am not like that.”

  “I don’t know…”

  “Listen to me. I want you to understand. My parents have been married for thirty years, Abby, and I want what they have.” He dropped a kiss on her mouth again. “When I get serious with a woman, there’ll be no stupid flings on the side. Just my woman.”

  The words sparked hope. Made her see him in a whole new light—good husband material and a possible family man. Exactly, he’s telling you what you want to hear. But even still, that wall of resistance she’d had for so long crumbled a little.

  “I just don’t know…”

  “Do you want this to end tomorrow, Abby?” He shook his head. “Can you walk away from this, from us, and not look back? I can’t.”

  No! I don’t want to walk away from you. The response locked in her throat.

  His body tensed and disappointment filled his eyes as he let her go. “Food’s getting cold.”

  Standing, he grabbed one of the plates and set it down in front of her.

  She stared down at the toast and omelet, then finally picked up her fork and went through the process of eating. Her stomach was in knots, she felt sick with what had just transpired. The way she’d let the conversation die. Why hadn’t she responded to him? She knew the answer to his question, she’d just been too afraid to say anything.

  Abby glanced up at Mason, but he was stoically eating his breakfast and made no attempt to look at her.

  “Okay.” She took a deep breath and an
even bigger risk. “You’re right, Mason. I don’t want this to end tomorrow. We’ve barely had time to start.” His fork paused in midair, his fingers tightening around it.

  She went on, her nerves strung tight. “And I hate that it took some kind of truck-trashing incident for me to even agree to give you a chance. Because you are such a great guy.”

  He turned to look at her, a smile played along his lips. “Does this mean we can have more than just a weekend together?”

  Her pulse skipped and she gave a slow nod. “Way more, I hope. If you still want it.”

  “You know I do. And I’ll tell you something, Abby. This is scary as hell for me, too.” He held her gaze. “But you can trust me, Abby. I would never intentionally hurt you.”

  The depth of the sincerity in his gaze had warmth spreading through her body. “Well, you did spank me.”

  “Yeah, I did,” he murmured and dropped a kiss on her bare shoulder. “And you liked it.”

  She giggled as her stomach did the fluttery thing. She did trust him. It hit her.

  Whether she’d intended to or not, she trusted Mason—after such a short time.

  “We can drop off your truck at my brother’s shop today. He said he’d look at it.”

  “Ah yeah, the truck.” He shook his head. “It’s a good thing I’m into you. Otherwise your ass would be sitting in a jail cell right about now.”

  Her pulse hit double time. To hear the words “good thing I’m into you” sent waves of pleasure and excitement through her.

  “So your parents are happily married, huh?” she asked.

  He gave her a sideways glance and smiled. “Yeah, so is my little sister, she’s pregnant again. I have a three-year-old nephew back in Chicago. He’s a riot.”

  “You’re an uncle?”

  “Yeah.” He went back to eating, but the widening grin on his face, the happiness in his eyes, made her suspect he wanted kids someday.

  The image fitted. Mason being a daddy, having a little toddler riding around on his shoulders. She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat and shook her head. Okay, they’d agreed to go beyond the weekend, not pick out wedding invitations. Calm down, girl.

  Mason ate the last bite of his breakfast and stood. “We’ll go over there after you’re done eating. I’m gonna go check my email.”

  “Okay.” She nodded. “Thank you, by the way. You’re an amazing cook.”

  Dropping a kiss on her lips, he murmured, “Glad you like it.”

  Chapter 8

  An hour later, they’d picked up Abby’s car, dropped off his truck at her brother’s garage, and were watching a rented movie back at his place.

  Mason’s mouth curved as he thought about Abby’s brother. He’d been cool. Polite, but guarded—obviously protective of his sister.

  Rightfully so. Abby was a woman worth protecting.

  She snuggled closer to him, laying her head against his chest with a sigh. Abby didn’t seem to be watching the movie any more than he was. It was just an excuse to stay in bed and cozy up together.

  “So, does your brother have any kids?” he asked, playing with a strand of her soft, pale hair.

  “No. He’s engaged though. I’m sure they’ve got plans to start reproducing when the honeymoon’s over. Daniel adores kids.”

  Engaged. He hadn’t yet mentioned to Abby that he’d been engaged not too long ago. You should tell her. He opened his mouth, ready to mention it, and then hesitated. No. What was happening right now was just too special, too right. He didn’t want to risk introducing the dark waters of his past just yet.

  He looked down at her again. How had it happened so fast? How had she hooked him?

  It wasn’t fast. You knew she was special the first time you saw her at The Jazz Lounge.

  It didn’t matter anyway, he intended to make sure it lasted. Now that he finally had her, he had no intention of letting her go.

  “So, Abby, what are you doing next Saturday?”

  “Hmm. I hadn’t thought that far in advance.” She looked over at him and smiled. “What have you got in mind?”

  “I have two tickets to see Branford Marsalis at The Lounge. Wanna go?”

  Her mouth flapped open. “Oh my God. Those tickets sold out months ago. Are you sure you want to use the ticket on me?”

  “Baby.” He settled his hand on her thigh. “I bought the extra ticket a few weeks ago planning to bribe you with it to go out with me.”

  She bit her lip as her eyes widened a bit. “I’m flattered. And I definitely want that ticket. In fact, we should make it a night. I want you to come to my place next weekend and I’ll make you dinner before we go.”

  “That sounds good.” He trailed his fingers towards the crotch of the sweatpants he’d lent her. A visible tremble ran down through her body. “Why don’t you take these off, baby?”

  She raised an eyebrow, but shoved the sweats down her legs. He reached for the Tshirt he’d also lent her and tugged it over her head.

  He sat up and looked down at her. This was how he wanted to make love to her. Not in a field, not on the floor, or in a pool, but in a bed. With her blonde hair spread out on his pillow, and her lush body on the sheets. Where they would be comfortable and could take their time. He could go slowly in his attempt to lick every curve and crevice on her body.

  “You’re so beautiful, Abby.” He leaned down and lifted one heavy breast towards his mouth. He blew on the nipple, loving the way it tightened into a hard dusky tip. “I love the way you taste. Everywhere.”

  He drew the crest into his mouth and ran his tongue around the textured tip. She moaned and pushed her fingers into his hair, holding him to her breast.

  Biting down lightly on the nipple, he waited until she cried out before soothing it with his tongue. He used his free hand to lift her other breast and pinch the stiff peak.

  She lifted her hips off the bed and started to squirm, delicious little moans coming from her mouth.

  Mason switched his mouth to the other breast and started sucking. Hard. Then he bit it, and dragged his tongue over the nipple, before sucking it again.

  “Mason!” She pushed him away and pressed on his shoulders. “Please.”

  Her excitement had him harder than he could ever remember being. He wanted to push open her legs and plunge into her hot center, but the urge to pleasure her was stronger.

  He slid down her body, trailing kisses down her ribs, to her belly, until he was at the swell of her smooth mound. Using his thumbs, he parted her pussy lips.

  She was shiny with cream, her clit swollen and pink. He lowered his head and ran his tongue over it, before drawing it into his mouth and suckling.

  She gasped, her hips rising off the bed. He forced them back down and pushed two fingers inside her. He circled her clit with his tongue again, and then suckled, alternating the two as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.

  “Oh!” she screamed as she reached her orgasm, and her cream gushed onto his fingers.

  Mason rose to cover her body with his and thrust deep inside her. Riding the aftershocks of her orgasm, he loved the way her inner muscles clamped and pulsed around his cock. Her eyes fluttered open and she gave a soft little sigh.

  Their gazes locked, and he could see that she finally trusted him. There was no hesitation, no flicker of uncertainty, just pure, unfiltered trust. She was giving way more than just her body to him.

  “Abby.” He lowered his head to kiss her, and began a slow steady thrust in and out of her body.

  Then faster when she started to lift her hips to meet his thrusts. The sound of his sac hitting her ass, and the wet noises of their bodies, was loud in the room.

  Her nails dragged down his back and her legs wrapped around his waist as he kept thrusting. Deeper. Harder. Until he was about to come. He reached between them and rubbed her clit as his own sac tightened.

  Her scream tumbled him over the edge and he came inside her as she clenched around his cock again.

  “Abby.” He
groaned, making small thrusts as he emptied himself inside her. “Oh, baby. Sweet Abby.”

  He fell on top of her and wrapped her in his arms. She snuggled against him and kissed his chest.

  “I don’t want this to come across like a bad line, but you do something to me, Mason. I can’t explain it. But it’s never been like this for me.”

  His blood pulsed faster at her words. “It’s not a bad line, because I feel the same.”

  She looked up. “Really? You wouldn’t just say that…?”

  “Really.” He touched her cheek, knowing he was telling her the truth. “We’ve got something, Abby.”

  “Yeah, we do.” Abby could feel her cheeks turning pink at the admission.

  “Want to take a bath with me?”

  She giggled as he nipped at her shoulder. “Do I ever. Can we swim in the pool afterwards?”

  “You know it.” He hopped off the bed and grabbed her hand, tugging her up after him.

  The phone next to his bed started to ring, and he hesitated. The interruption sent a small stab of disappointment through her, but she nudged it aside.

  “Go answer that and I’ll start the water and get started. You can join me in a few.”

  “All right. But don’t start soaping up.” He gave a slow sexy smile. “That pleasure belongs to me.”

  “Mmm. I can’t wait, and don’t keep me waiting too long.” She stood on her toes and dropped a kiss on his lips. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

  She turned on the taps and started filling the tub with warm water. Looking around the bathroom, she drew her lip between her teeth. What she wouldn’t give to have some bubbles. But what were the chances that a man like Mason had bubble bath?

  Opening the cupboard under the sink, she pushed aside the cleaning supplies and towels, hoping to find something that might work. Her brows drew together, and she reached towards the back and pulled out a pink bottle.

  She tilted it in her hands, reading the label. Rose-scented luxury bath bubbles? Hmm. Maybe they’d been a gift. She twisted off the cap and shrugged, dumping some of the bottle under the running water and watching it foam up.

  Mason would get a good teasing once he joined her. That is if he joined her—the bubbles might turn him off.