If You Could Only See (Buchanan Brothers Series Book 1)

by M. E. Clayton

  It was a full two minutes before she spoke-and if you’ve ever timed two minutes doing nothing; you know that two minutes of waiting, of anticipation, felt like fucking forever. “Okay,” she whispered, but then, in a much stronger voice, she said, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be, Mason. I’ll be whatever you need me to be. I’ll give you every piece of me, but…” she took a deep breath, but kept her gaze steady and sure when she continued, “…but the second I feel that being with you isn’t making me a better version of myself; the second I feel like being with you is beginning to feel toxic, I’m walking. And you’re going to let me.”

  Like hell I’d let her walk away from me, but I didn’t say that. Instead I said, “Fair enough, but the second you start to feel that way, you have to talk to me about it and give me a chance to fix it. You can’t just walk away from me over what might just be a misunderstanding, Shane.”

  She nodded. “Okay, I can do that,” she agreed.

  I looked into her eyes for a few seconds longer before finally moving things forward. “Let’s get out of here,” I said, right before I kissed her on her forehead, making my heart skip a beat. Being able to finally touch her was fucking with me. I was all ten million ways of confused.

  Emotions fucking sucked.

  “Okay,” she agreed. I took a few steps back to give her room to move away from the door. I turned the knob, opening the door for her and pressed my hand against the small of her back to usher her out of the room.

  The party was still in full swing and going strong, despite the fight and gossip running wild, but none of it registered. Even all the eyes that were on us didn’t pause my steps in any way. All I cared about was getting Shane home and doing what I’ve jacked off to for the past three fucking years.

  We were walking down the stairs when Shane twisted her head back to address me. “I have to find Viola and let her know I’m leaving,” she voiced over the music playing. I nodded to let her know I heard her. I didn’t mind because, once we found Viola, I would have to find my brothers and let them know we were leaving.

  Ignoring the lingering looks-some kind, come curious and some mean-I scanned the living room and kitchen for signs of the only people at this entire party I gave two fucks about. I was searching the kitchen when Shane’s voice rang out. “I see Viola,” she sort of hollered, and took off toward her friend.

  Fuck. I chased after her, not wanting her out of my reach. As long as Morgan was here, and this party was crawling with catty, vicious bitches, I didn’t want Shane anywhere away from me.

  I was fast on her heels when she reached Viola, but only caught the tail end of what she was saying. “…okay?”

  I had to give it to Viola. The girl had balls. She eyed me like she didn’t trust a single bone in my body. Keeping her gaze on me, she said, “Okay, just be careful and I will be over in the morning to check on you, Shane.”

  Shane looked back and up at me and just tilted her head in a what-can-you-do fashion, but before I could comment, I felt a hand clap my back and a recognized a voice I would know even in death. “What say you, big brother?”

  I turned my head towards Aiden. “We’re leaving,” I answered. “I’m going back to Shane’s.” Aiden smirked, but didn’t comment. I watched as he pulled out his phone to text the twins, no doubt.

  Shane’s sweet voice pulled my eyes towards her. “Oh, Aiden,” she smiled as she removed his windbreaker from her shoulders. “Here’s your jacket. Thank you for…uhm…letting me borrow it?” She voiced it like a question when she realized she had no idea why Aiden had draped his jacket over her.

  “He was covering you the fuck up, Shane,” I informed her. “That tank top shows everything.”

  She turned from Aiden to me and arched a perfectly groomed brow. “It’s a completely acceptable and appropriate article of clothing, Mason,” she replied, condescendingly.

  “Not anymore, it is,” I threw back at her. But before she could tear me a new one, Gabriel and Michael joined us from out of nowhere.

  Michael threw his arm around Shane’s shoulders and I had to grit my teeth at the site. “How you faring, Pretty Girl?”

  “I’m fine,” she answered, softly.

  “So, I hear we’re bouncin’,” Gabe asked.

  I tugged Shane from Michael’s embrace and wrapped her against my body. “Yep. I’ve had enough of this place.”

  All three of my brothers nodded in agreement just like I knew they would, and Aiden already had his phone out, using his Uber app, as we headed towards the front yard, bypassing the inside of the house.

  We waited on the sidewalk for our ride and the wait was, almost, enough to drive me insane.

  Chapter 13

  Shane~

  We waited the ride to my apartment out in complete silence.

  But that silence was so loud, it was deafening.

  It was okay until the Uber dropped off Mason’s brothers and it was just us two in the car.

  My heart had been pounding so hard, it was all I could hear.

  And, now, that I was opening the door to my apartment with Mason right behind me, I felt like I was on the verge of a heart attack.

  I had never been overly nervous or concerned about losing my virginity, but then, I never imagined I would lose it to Mason freakin’ Buchanan.

  What in the hell was I thinking?

  What the hell am I still thinking?

  Even after everything he said, a part of me was terrified to think this was now my reality. Mason had made some serious declarations and the insecure little foster girl in me was petrified to believe him.

  I mean, why would he want me? How could he possibly claim to love me when he knew nothing about me? He could have his pick of any female on the planet and he wanted a nobody foster kid?

  It didn’t make sense.

  Since I lived in a tiny, one-bedroom apartment, you could see right into the opened door of the bathroom and bedroom. So, it didn’t mean Mason was an evil genius when he took my hand and guided me directly into my room without me having to point it out to him.

  As soon as we entered the bedroom, Mason sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me to stand in between his legs. He was tall enough that, even sitting down with me standing up, his face reached my chest.

  He placed his hands on my hips, and when he looked up at me, I thought my knees were going to buckle. For three years, his face gave nothing away, save for what I thought was his contempt for me. But now…now his face was so full of emotions that I wasn’t sure I was prepared to handle them all.

  Mason had no plans to make love to me if the look on his face was any sign.

  No. No…Mason was going to fuck me. And my virgin status made no difference.

  The warmth that flooded my panties had me shocked at how much I was looking forward to it.

  “Take everything off, until you’re standing in front of me in just your bra and panties, Shane,” he instructed, his voice dark and heavy.

  I couldn’t disguise the nervousness in my voice. “Mason…”

  “Shane, I know you’re anxious and I don’t blame you,” he interrupted, as his hands ran up and down my hips. “But I’ve waited over three years to have you, so get rid of any hope of this going nice, slow and tender, because it’s not.” I gasped as he continued, “By the time the sun comes up, I will have touched and tasted you everywhere, baby. I will have kissed your lips, licked your skin, left my marks on you, sucked your tits, eaten your pussy and fucked you, balls deep, as hard as you can take me.”

  I could feel heat crawling up from my neck to my face in embarrassment. How could he be so comfortable saying things like that when he hardly knew me? “Mason, you…”

  He smirked. The bastard smirked at my embarrassment. “Shane, baby, you need to get over any shyness you have and just trust me. I promise you will love everything I do to you. In fact, you’re going to be begging me to fuck you raw and dirty every chance we get after tonight.”

  I lifted a brow. “Cocky
much?”

  The edge of his lip lifted. “Confident. Now strip, baby.”

  It took me all about five seconds before my shaky hands started pulling the tank top over my head. I could hear Mason let out a low hiss and it gave me the confidence to continue. I knew I wasn’t much to look at, but Mason’s reactions were making me feel positively beautiful and foolishly brave. I reached back and unzipped the back of my skirt, and Mason’s hands fell away so that the fabric could fall to my feet. Then, I kicked off my sandals, so that I was standing before him in just my bra and panties like he requested.

  Mason’s eyes scanned my body, and I almost covered myself with my arms and hands at his scrutiny. But then he said, “You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, Shane.” And with no preamble, whatsoever, he placed a hand on the inside of my thigh and ran it upward until his fingers made contact with my soaking wet panties.

  He rubbed me over my panties and it was unlike anything I’d ever felt. I couldn’t contain the moan that left my lips, “Oh, God. Mason...”

  He kept my gaze prisoner as he said, “I can smell how wet you are for me, Shane.” I closed my eyes, trying not to burst.

  Oh, God, how embarrassing.

  And, then, right before I could die from humiliation from my lack of experience, Mason’s finger slipped inside my panties and his touch was singeing my heated slickness.

  My hands fell to his shoulders and all I could do was hold on for dear life as he expertly ran his finger back and forth through my folds, bringing on sensations I never knew could exist. I could feel my knees threaten to buckle and I didn’t know what to do about it.

  “Jesus Christ, your pussy smells so goddamn sweet, baby.” I didn’t know what to say to that, so I kept silent, relishing in the way he was making my body feel. But his next question snapped my eyes open to look at him. “Are you on birth control, Shane?”

  “Wh…what?” Mason hadn’t stopped playing with me when he spoke, so I was still a little foggy.

  Mason’s eyes were locked on mine as he went beyond rubbing me and finally slid a finger inside my body before saying, “I plan on giving you something I’ve never given anyone else and I need to know if you’re on birth control, so I know what I’m getting myself into.”

  I wasn’t sure how I was even managing to hold a conversation with Mason fingering my pussy, but I tried my best. “What…what are you…what…oh, god…what are you going to give me?” I asked, finally getting the words out.

  He added a second finger, and I thought I was going to combust. “My cum, Shane. I plan on covering you in it,” he announced and the ache that consumed by body became painful. “I’m going to cum in your mouth, on your tits, on your ass and deep in that pussy, baby. So, not that I give a fuck if you become pregnant or not, but I’d still like to know how this might play out.”

  He didn’t care if I got pregnant or not?

  Who the hell says stuff like that?

  We were one year away from getting our degrees-from starting our lives; our real, grownup lives. Hell yeah, he should care if I got pregnant! Because I cared.

  I cared…A. Lot.

  “I…I get…th…the shot every three months,” I answered, hoping to end his crazy talk, but then he did something that completely floored me.

  Mason removed his fingers and, never breaking eye contact, he put them in his mouth and licked them clean.

  Oh, for the love of God.

  I was every bit the virgin I was in that moment. I mean, hearing him say what he was going to do to me differed greatly from actually seeing it-experiencing it.

  Sweet Baby Jesus, what was I doing??

  “Remove your bra,” he instructed right before he reached for the waistband of my panties and pulled them down. My hands were trembling so much, it took a couple of tries for my fingers to unhook my bra. But I finally managed it and my bra dropped to join the pile of clothing pooled around my feet. Mason jerked his head. “Go lie on the bed, Shane.” I immediately ran for the bed, hoping for a reprieve from his intense gray eyes, but I didn’t get one.

  Mason stood up and holding me prisoner on the bed by his piercing stare, began removing his clothes. With each discard of clothing, I was presented with what a magnificent being Mason Buchanan really was.

  His arms were big and muscular, defined by strong sinew of corded muscles. His chest was wide, cut and hairless. It tapered down to a six-pack that flowed into a deep, sharp V. I took in the vision before me and, surely, he had to be able to see my heart trying to beat out of my chest even from at the foot of the bed.

  It wasn’t until he removed his jeans and boxers that I lost all sense of reason. Every synopsis in my brain misfired, rendering me stupid and utterly useless.

  Granted, I was a virgin, but even I knew Mason Buchanan’s cock was way larger than the average male’s. And it looked painfully hard and aggressive.

  My entire body shook as Mason climbed on the bed and crawled over my body, but once he propped himself on his elbows and dropped the weight of his lower body on me, I almost fainted.

  In all my life, nothing had ever felt as good as Mason’s body weight covering me. It felt like I’d been enveloped in a cocoon of warmth and shelter. It felt…I felt…I felt consumed.

  “Spread your legs for me, baby,” he coaxed, as he started peppering small, delicate kisses along my jaw.

  “M…M…Mason…” I knew he could hear the quivering in my voice.

  He leaned up to look into my face. “Trust me, Shane,” he implored. “I promise you’ll never be sorry.”

  I stared back into his eyes and, just like that, opened my legs because I trusted him.

  I had no reason to…but I did.

  Chapter 14

  Mason~

  I wasn’t going to last much longer.

  It was a miracle I lasted this long.

  The second I tasted her cream on my fingers, I knew I was thoroughly fucked.

  She tasted like I was going to drag her to the Justice of the Peace tomorrow and force her to marry me. Her cream tasted that delicious.

  Not to mention how utterly sexy she looked standing before me naked. Shane clothed was a vision to behold but seeing Shane naked was worth selling your soul to the devil for.

  She was all delicate, feminine curves. She didn’t have huge tits or exaggerated hips and ass. Every piece that made up her luscious body was in perfect proportion to make her mouthwatering.

  Shane opened her legs up hesitantly, but that was enough for now. And as much as I wanted to kiss every inch of her skin that would have to wait until I took the edge off of this animalistic need to rut her. And I really didn’t care if she got pregnant as a result.

  I should…but I really didn’t.

  I would still take the time to taste her though. The little tease of a taste on my fingers wasn’t nearly enough to sate my appetite. Plus, I wanted her completely drench, so there was as little pain as possible.

  She was a shaking mess, but she didn’t protest when I started kissing my way down her body. Even when I stopped, briefly, to suck her pretty, pink nipples into my mouth, Shane had kept quiet, except for the soft moans that had escaped through her parted lips.

  When I finally reached her honeyed centered, my shoulders were too wide for me to settle in. “Spread your legs wider, Shane,” I instructed right before I gave her pussy a quick swipe of my tongue.

  Shane yelped, “Oh, god!”

  I blew onto her delicate flesh. “Come on, Shane. I need you to spread your legs, drop your knees back, and open for me, baby.”

  She was shaking and whimpering at my words, but she listened and opened those pretty thighs as wide as she could, and I almost lost my load on the goddamn bed comforter.

  Shane’s untouched pussy was spread open for my viewing pleasure and what a sight it was; perfectly pink and glistening with her arousal. She was completely bare, except for a nicely trimmed triangle sitting above her hard, little clit.

  I wasn’t sure if I�
�d ever be able to stop eating out her pussy once I got started. And knowing my tongue, fingers and cock would be her first was goddamn intoxicating.

  I couldn’t wait any longer. I leaned my face into her center, took one long, deep breath, soaking in her sweet smell and flick my tongue out and caressed her in long, slow stokes.

  “Mason!”

  Her hands dug into my hair instantly and the pull was stinging my scalp, but I didn’t mind. In fact, I loved the pain. It meant she was so lost in how I was making her feel she couldn’t control herself.

  I place a hand on each of her thighs, forcing her legs to stay open and my tongue licked and teased every fold. I licked her from clit to hole and I knew I wasn’t going to ever want to stop. She tasted delectable, and I wanted her taste on my tongue every fucking day.

  “Oh, god…Mason,” she cried out. “I’m…I…what’s…it’s too much…what…”

  Holy Fuck.

  Not only was Shane a virgin, but from the way she was flipping out, I’d say she’s never even had a fucking orgasm. If I felt like a king before, knowing I’ll be the only man to ever touch her…well, fuck me…I felt like a motherfucking god, knowing I would be her first orgasm.

  “Let go, Shane,” I encouraged her. “Give it to me. Cum all over my fucking face, baby. Cover me like I’m going to cover you.” I slipped two fingers in her slick, tight cunt and swirled enough pressure on her hard nub to, finally, push her over the edge.