Page 10 of A Sinful Gift

“Good, you’re awake,” a deep voice rumbled.

It was Blake.

Oh my God...The memories of last night came back to her in a slow, heated wave, and her eyes flew open. She’d let Blake’s friend fuck her mouth, then her pussy, all while Blake had watched approvingly. And she’d liked it... too much.

“Remembering what we did last night?” Blake smiled as he stroked her face. He lay beside her in his bed, his head resting on one hand as he watched her.

“Did we really...?”

“Splay you open while Mason fucked you to orgasm? Oh yes, you were such a good girl, putting on that show for me.” He brushed a thumb over her lower lip, and she had the distinct impression he was thinking about putting his cock between her lips. The image filled her with heat and desire. She wanted to taste him like that, to bring him to the brink of pleasurable disaster so he felt as out of control as he always made her feel.

“I’ve been up for two hours waiting formy turn.” His blue eyes were hot as he saidmy turn, and Hazel’s lower belly clenched hard with responding desire. She wanted him to have his turn too.

“Where’s Mason?” she asked.

“Probably making breakfast.”

“Does he really like to cook?” Hazel couldn’t help but be curious about the stranger she’d given herself to last night.

“Sometimes. He cooked for his two little sisters when he was growing up. His dad died in a car accident when he was only ten, and his mother had to work two jobs to keep food in the fridge and a roof over their heads.”

Hazel’s chest tightened at the thought of Mason shouldering such a great responsibility at such a young age.

“And you? Do you have any siblings?” She knew a lot about Blake from his time in law school and as a lawyer, but not a lot about his past.

“No. I’m an only child. I think that’s why Mason helping me that day against those bullies connected us as brothers. No one had ever stuck up for me before or defended me, but he did.” Blake had always been mysterious, but to his credit, if she ever asked him a question, he answered honestly. She liked that about him. It was one of the things that made her trust him, at least enough to partially let her guard down.

“Does Mason live here with you?” she asked.

“No, he has a house on the property next to mine. Mason has different tastes in architecture and design.”

“Are you two... in a relationship?”

He chuckled. “No, not in the way you’re imagining. We only like women, as far as those tastes run. But whenever we’ve lived too far apart, it’s felt... lonely. I imagine if I had a real blood brother, I’d want to live near him too, if he was anything like Mason.”

“So he didn’t want to live in your posh mansion?” she teased Blake. “Let me guess, Mr. Flannel has a log cabin or something, right?”

Blake laughed. “Or something. He has a very big wooden lodge that abuts the small lake behind our two properties.” Blake stroked his fingers over her cheek, then moved his hand down to her throat.

“I think you’ve distracted me enough for the moment,” he murmured. “It’smyturn.”

He rolled her beneath him and settled between her thighs.

“Where’s my shirt?” she asked as her bare breasts rubbed against his chest.

“You meanmyshirt?” Blake arched one wicked brow at her. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her in a way that made her toes curl.

The hardness of his shaft rubbed against her thighs, and he lifted his hips up, bracing himself with one arm while he guided himself into her. Hazel eagerly raised her hips to his, taking him deeper. She moaned as he filled her, stretched her, and she arched her back as she struggled to relax.

“Fuck...,” he groaned against her neck. “Are you still sore from last night?” He always seemed to know how she felt even about such intimate things.

“A little, but don’t you dare stop.” She dug her nails into his buttocks.

“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” He laughed and surged into her again.

“You know you like it,” she tried to argue, but he hit a spot deep inside her that made her squeak, and her eyes blurred with wonderful stars. She hooked her legs around his narrow, powerful hips and groaned. She was still sore from Mason fucking her hard last night, but as she clenched around Blake’s cock, she didn’t care. The friction of their skin, the feel of her body tightening, and the sensation of spinning wildly in a thousand directions was almost too much.

He made love to her slowly, deeply, covering her with kisses and murmuring soft, sweet things in her ears that filled her head with visions of what could be between them. As she came in a slow, burning, beautiful orgasm, she still continued to hunger for him... Or so it always seemed. She began to come down from the glorious high, and as she became more relaxed beneath him, he fucked her harder, deeper, his lips curved in a dark smile. He took his pleasure and called her his good little girl in a way that made her whimper and clamp down even tighter around his cock. How could he make her feel so desired, so lusted after, and bring her to the brink of sexual madness all with just the way he moved inside and on top of her?

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