Mason stared at me for a moment and then let out a sigh. “Because I wanted you to be mad at me so that it would be easier for me to leave.”
My mouth went dry and my heart skipped a beat. “What?”
“It just seems that the best thing I can do for you is to distance myself, and lead everyone who’s chasing me away from you.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. We’d come so close to taking our relationship to a place it had never been before and now Mason wanted to up and leave. “But we can negotiate—”
“Even if we were able to get the charges against me dropped, or a plea deal with just a slap on the wrist, that still leaves Anonymous after me. I just don’t see any other way around it, Carly.”
“There’s always a way. We just have to find it,” I protested in despair.
Mason nodded. “There is a way. You stay here and I leave.”
I shook my head. It felt like I was falling apart inside. “I won’t let you leave again so easily.”
Mason ignored me. “Stay off the grid for a few days and give me a head start. Then you call the police — tell them that I showed up on your doorstep out of the blue and forced you to help me. Tell them that you don’t know where I went, which will be true.” He stared at me. “Can you do that for me, Carly?”
Mason was killing me. He’d just come back into my life and now he was leaving again. It would be worse than before, at least then I just figured he was pissed and would be back a few hours later.
I stared at him, searching for a weakness in his resolve, some chance that I could make him stay. He had his chiseled jaw set like stone. It was obvious that I wasn’t going to convince him to stay. He’d already made up his mind.
“Carly? Promise me . . .”
I could barely get the words out over the lump in my throat. “I promise.”
Relief etched across his handsome features and then he nodded at my untouched plate. “Good. Now eat your food.”
I pushed the plate away from me, feeling sick to my stomach. “I’m not hungry anymore.”
Mason sighed and sat back in his seat. “I’m just as upset about this as you are.”
I snorted angrily. “Well you definitely don’t act like it.”
And if you really cared about me, you wouldn’t be leaving. Again.
“Well, I am. And I’m only doing this to protect you.”
I didn’t even want to argue anymore. “Whatever.”
Seeing the distressed state I was in, Mason gave up on trying to reason with me and ate the rest of his food in silence.
When breakfast was over he went outside and retrieved his shirt and hoodie and came back in to say his goodbyes.
“I really do hate to do this, but it’s time for me to go.” There was a genuine sadness in his eyes that only served to heighten my emotions.
Looking at him standing in that doorway, prepared to leave out of my life for maybe forever, I could hardly breathe.
It was Déjà vu all over again. And this time I had a feeling he wasn’t coming back.
He appeared to be waiting for me to say something. “Carly?”
I couldn’t speak. The lump in my throat was too big.
“I’m doing this for the both of us.”
“Just go,” I croaked, feeling my eyes pool with tears. I lowered my gaze to the floor. I couldn’t bear to look at him. We had come so close to something yesterday and now he was just walking out on it. “Just go, Mason!”
I hated him in that moment. Hated his guts because I didn’t know how I was going to get through it when he was gone. I was sure that once he walked out that door, I would shatter into a million little pieces.
I heard the sound of creaking wood and then a firm hand pressed against my cheek. “There is another reason why I have to leave,” Mason said, tilting my face upward and forcing me to look at him.
I swallowed back that awful lump, a tear escaping the pool in my right eye. “Why?”
“I can’t . . .” he hesitated. “I can’t control myself around you.”
“What do you mean?” It was a rhetorical question, as I knew exactly what he was talking about.
Mason shook his head. “You don’t understand. I’ve always been in control, Carly. Always. It’s the one thing I’ve prided myself on. But now . . .” His fingers trembled against my face and I sensed that he was fighting some inner turmoil. “You have no idea what your little teasing did to me,” he growled. “Absolutely no idea.”
“Hey, you started it.”
Mason nodded and his expression turned sad. “And now I’m going to end it. I’m no good for you, Carly, nothing but trouble. I mean, look at me — I’m going to be on the run for the foreseeable future. Is that the kind of life that you want for yourself?”
“I don’t care what you are,” I said. “I’d follow you into the depths of hell if that’s where you were going,” I said, and I meant every word.
Mason frowned. “I used to think that I was the only one for you and that no one else deserved you. But I realize now that you deserve much better than what I can give you. We were so close last night, and if we’d have had sex, this would have been impossible to do.”
Mason’s words touched me and it thrilled me to hear from his mouth that all this time he harbored such feelings for me. “But—”
“Besides, we’re stepbrother and stepsister. What will Dad and Sherry say?”
“Fuck them! Besides, they’re all but divorced anyway.”
Mason laughed, his dimples showing. “Ah, Carly. That’s what I’ve always loved about you. You can always make me laugh even if I don’t want to.”
“So just stay. Please!” Didn’t he have a heart? I was practically about to die. “Fight for what you know we both want. I love you, Mason!”
Mason’s eyes lit up to study my tear-stained face. “What did you just say?” His face was pale as if he’d been struck.
The words rushed out like running water. “I love you,” I said. “I think I have since the first day we met.”
He was silent for a long time, but all of a sudden his lips were locked with mine. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. Electricity flowed between us, causing prickling sensations along my skin. And down below, I could feel his bulge begin to press against his jeans and my stomach.
His tongue slipped into my mouth, swirling around mine as I savored the taste. As we kissed, his hands roamed over my body, causing fire wherever he touched. I shuddered, my pulse pounding in my throat. He was only touching me and I already felt like I was in heaven. I’d never been touched this way before by any man, and it felt amazing.
He picked me up, and I let out a small gasp of surprise as he carried me over to the kitchen counter. He placed me on it gently, all while maintaining our passionate kiss.
Then he pulled away, leaving me gasping for breath, his lips quickly finding their way to my neck. He covered it with a flurry of kisses and I was sure he’d leave a hickey there, but I was lost in the heat of passion.
I felt incredible — more wanted and desired than I could ever imagine.
He continued burning my neck with passionate kisses while he deftly unbuttoned my blouse. I helped him out by taking it off and tossing it to the side. My bra came quickly after and my nipples stiffened as the cool air hit them.
Admiration flashed in Mason’s eyes as he drew back to survey my breasts.
“Even more amazing than in my dreams,” he murmured with appreciation. He wasted no time and cupped my right breast in his hand and then bent forward and hungrily wrapped his lips around my nipple.
I titled my head back and a pleasured sigh escaped my parted lips. His teeth kneaded and teased my right nipple while he took his other hand and pinched my left one, twisting and turning it.
“Ohh,” I groaned, my head spinning. I literally felt like I was going to have an orgasm already, a years-long thirst for Mason finally being quenched.
When his teething and teasing brought
me to a feverous pitch, he stopped, pulling back and grabbing onto my skirt. Led by instinct, I lifted my ass up off the counter to make it easier for him and my skirt swiftly came off along with my panties.
He tossed them carelessly to the side, looked at my swollen pussy and then grinned at me, practically salivating. “You’re soaking wet.” He placed a finger on my clit and then slid it down the side of my labia, gathering moisture. He brought his finger to his lips and sucked on it. “Delicious,” he said with immense satisfaction. “Just like I thought. So fucking sweet. You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of this moment. And now that it’s finally real, I’m going to enjoy every fucking second.”
The intensity in his words and eyes left me breathless with anticipation. He bent over, bringing his face level with my quivering mound and inhaled. The look of satisfaction that spread across his face as he savored the smell of me made me shiver.
Without warning, he went to town on me like a starving animal, his lips clamping down on my pussy, sucking and slurping up my juices.
“Oh god,” I cried, my back arching and my thighs trembling around his face. I wasn’t prepared for the sensation of his mouth on me. I’d never felt anything like it in my life.
Keeping his powerful jaws clamped down on my pussy, he penetrated me with his finger. Slurping and smacking noises filled my ears as he slid his finger in and out. I placed my hands on either side of his head, gripping his hair for support, my whole body shuddering.
He started alternating between sliding his finger inside me, and rubbing my clit with his thumb. It was like he was strumming a guitar, working his dexterous fingers like a pro until I began to see stars. I could hardly stand it, my limbs contracting and shuddering.
I could already begin to feel a fiery tempest of pleasure building inside of me, and it grew faster and more powerful with each passing second.
Mason looked up at me, his eyes blazing with intensity as he used his powerful jaws and lips to bore down on my clit with incredible force.
My thighs started to tremble uncontrollably, and I let out a loud yell as I came all over his fingers and in his mouth.
Mason was relentless, and he kept his mouth clamped down on me, eagerly taking everything I had while I was rocked by jolt after jolt of pleasure.
When it was over, he stood up and grinned at me, his full lips glistening. There was pure confidence in his gaze, as if he knew he’d just given me something I would never forget.
“You weren’t lying,” I groaned, my thighs still quivering like Jell-O. “You really can do amazing things with those hands.”
Mason took his right forearm and slowly wiped the juices that he couldn’t lick up from his lips. “They’re good for more than slaving away on a keyboard.”
I glanced down at my legs, which wouldn’t stop trembling. I hadn’t fully came down yet, and I wasn’t sure how long it’d take for me to be ready — I’m sure Mason wasn’t quite done with me yet. “I don’t even know if I can stand yet.”
Mason growled, “If you can’t stand from that, you’re about to be bed-ridden after I’m done with you.”
My heart began pounding at his threat, just as it started to get a rest. I knew what was coming next, but I was still taken aback by the primal lust that raged in his face.
I knew then he was preparing to ravage me like some savage beast, and there was nothing I wanted more.
He raised his arms and I eagerly helped him pull his shirt and hoodie over his head, tossing them onto the kitchen floor. I marveled again at his torso, running my fingers across his abs, feeling the hard lines.
It was something I’d wanted to do for so long, and now that the time had finally come, I never wanted this moment to end. Mason was sex on two legs, and I savored the moment, knowing that he was finally all mine.
He started fumbling with the button of his jeans, preparing to release the monster that was held inside, when I reached out to stop him, grabbing the firm, huge bulge in his pants.
“No. Let me,” I said huskily, messaging his cock through the fabric of his jeans. It felt powerful. Huge and throbbing.
I wanted to taste him, to feel him shove himself down my throat. After all, he had given me more pleasure than I could imagine. It was my turn to return the favor.
He firmly pushed my hand away. “No. This is about you, not me. That’ll come later.” The promise of more burned in his eyes and a tremble went down my spine. Though I wanted to have his fat cock in my mouth, I wasn’t going to argue.
After how he’d practically made my entire body feel like Jell-O, what Mason wanted, Mason could have.
Before he slipped off his pants, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom.
I quirked an eyebrow, though I was happy he was prepared. “Seriously?”
Mason’s mischievous grin brought out his dimples. “What? I’m never unprepared.”
I crossed my arms across my breast. “So you mean to tell me that you came to this cabin with the intention of fucking me?”
“Like I said, I’m always prepared. But I won’t lie, of course I wanted to fuck you, but I never thought it’d happen.”
I grinned, burning with the need to feel him inside of me. “It isn’t if you don’t hurry up and get those pants off!”
He didn’t need any further encouraging. His jeans dropped in about half a second, his big dick flopping out in front of me, throbbing and swollen with purpose.
His cock was so large that the condom only covered a little over half of his shaft.
“Looks like you should’ve got an extra large,” I remarked.
“I couldn’t. They didn’t have monster-size.”
“Oh shut up.”
“You know you like it.”
Of course I did, but I’d never be able to take all of that thing.
Amusement fled the moment as he moved in close, his eyes burning with anticipation.
Suddenly, I was very anxious.
I placed a hand against his chest, stopping him. “Wait.”
“Huh?” Mason asked, his breathing heavy, and his eyes hooded with desire.
I paused, glancing apprehensively at his big, condom-wrapped dick, wondering if I should say it. “I’ve never done this before.”
Mason’s chiseled features twisted with shock. “Oh come on, you’re just saying that because you think it’s what I want to hear.”
“I’m serious. I was saving myself for you, and well, after it seemed like you’d never come back, I never found anyone. Well actually I was close once in college, but we never . . .”
“I thought for sure you would have by now . . . who was he?
“Mason Keller, are you jealous?”
“Just curious.”
“No one of importance, just someone I dated for a short while. Nothing came of it.”
“So you saved yourself for me? After all this time and even with all the girls I’ve slept with?”
There was no use denying it. I nodded.
Mason kissed me on the lips. “Even though I don’t deserve it, you have no idea how happy that makes me.”
“It was worth the wait,” I murmured breathily, my chest heaving with anticipation of what was about to take place.
“I’ll be gentle,” Mason promised.
That still didn’t prepare me for when he entered.
He pressed into me, his big head pushing its way inside of me and I let out a gasp. He felt huge.
“You alright?” he asked softly.
“I think so,” I replied shakily. “Just need time . . . to adjust.”
He was only barely inside and he gently pressed against me, pushing, until I’d taken about half of his shaft.
“Damn,” he said with awe, his voice strained. He made a face. “So tight.”
I was so aroused that by now, the pain was starting to mix with pleasure, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, my thighs trembling. I felt completely full.
I scrunched my face, gasping as he gently thrust
in and out slowly. I was starting to get more and more used to his size, and the pain had completely given way to pleasure.
Sweat beaded our bodies, melding us together, and we locked lips into a deep kiss. Mason worked himself up into a slow, deep thrust that made my stomach clench like a giant fist.
The sound of smacking flesh filled the room as he swiveled his chiseled hips with expertise, leaving me breathless.
“A little faster,” I urged him in his ear, feeling that same fiery tempest in my stomach and wanting to release it. By now, I felt more relaxed and confident that I could handle more of him.
“You sure?”
I nodded.
Mason picked up speed, not going too fast, but harder, fuller, and deeper. I cried out each time he went deep, not in pain, but in pleasure, wanting more and more of him.
My stomach twisted into a tight knot, the sensation so powerful that I could hardly breathe.
“I’m about to come,” Mason croaked. His face and chest were covered with sweat and his eyes were hooded from pleasure.
His breathing was heavy, and he started to pick up speed, bringing us both to the brink, until . . .
A gasp escaped Mason’s lips when it hit.
And my world exploded into ecstasy.
Chapter 15
Carly
“I can’t believe that just happened,” I murmured lazily, tracing a finger up Mason’s broad chest.
We were lying naked in my bed after hours of exploring each other’s bodies. As if the hot sweaty sex on the counter wasn’t enough, we moved on to the couch, and finally to my bed, each time more exciting and promising than the last.
Now we were entwined in each other’s arms, exhausted by it all.
“They should call you Endurance instead of Razor,” I joked. “Do you ever tire out?”
Mason chuckled and squeezed me softly against him. “It was all you. You and that tight little pussy of yours.”
It was strange hearing Mason talk dirty to me, and I was sure it would take some getting use to, but I liked it. There had been sexual innuendo before, but it wasn’t quite the same. Maybe because now I knew he wasn’t just teasing me, but he was actually serious.
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