Page 48 of Ten Hammers

Mason smiles at me, too, nodding as his icy blue eyes sparkle.

My lips begin tingling with anticipation, more than eager to finally kiss the last two of my guys.

“So…” I start, but my voice is rough and I have to clear my throat. “Everyone else ready to get a move on with that reno?”

They catch my drift, and it doesn’t take long for the guys to dump their dishes in the sink and clear out of the kitchen, some heading off to other parts of the house, some going out through the kitchen side door, leaving me, Mason, and Cruz, alone in sudden silence.

Sudden awkward silence.

Crap. It’s never awkward with my boys, but now I stand with my back against the counter and look at them both, feeling a million percent out of my element.

They’re so hot. I’m so… me. Who makes the first move, anyway? Me? Am I supposed to choose who I want to kiss first out of two ridiculously hot Hammers? It’s hard enough not to combust just because of the fact that Cruz is in that towel…

“You’re overthinking it, babe,” Mason says, because like all of them, he knows me well. He sweeps me up and places me on the counter. His sandalwood scent wraps me up like a hug as he stands between my thighs, holding me so close that my nipples brush against his chest, surely growing hard through my sleep tank.

There’s a raw heat flashing in his eyes that matches the warmth radiating through his body and pouring into me.

“You’re finally mine, cupcake,” he says, his voice rough. But oh so gently, he touches my cheek with his thumb and kisses my forehead. I smile as he presses his forehead to mine and drops his hands to the tops of my thighs.

Thunder thighs.

I swallow hard, conflicted, feeling both turned on and embarrassed as Mason looks down at all the places where our bodies touch. There is so much of me, and it’s all soft and pale and lumpy, and he’s so sculpted and sharp and delicious.

“I’m trying to savor this moment,” Mason says with a small laugh. “But fuck, I’m too excited to take it slow.”

His mouth crashes over mine, and I don’t care anymore about being too much for him or too big or too anything. I don’t care about anything other than the feel of his kiss deepening, tongue seeking out mine, the gentle nips at my bottom lip from his teeth. The pleasure that courses downward as he strokes and squeezes my thighs digging his thumb into my skin, so damn close to where I ache for him already…

Mason tears his lips from mine with a groan, and I cry out in protest as I try to get his mouth back. At least we are still connected – I still feel the heat from his hands, from his gorgeous abs warming my thighs, and his chest against my breasts. Then even his warmth is gone as he steps to the side, leaving me sitting on the counter top, alone.

No.

I slide off the counter, but before my feet can even touch the floor, I’m in Cruz’s arms.

“Baby,” he says with a smile. His gentle brown eyes and that sweet, sweet smile are deceiving. Before I know it, his eyes turn molten and he growls “fuck,” grabbing my ass and backing me into the counter. His kiss is devouring, so hot and plundering that I gasp for breath when he pulls away to kiss my jaw, down to my neck, his teeth scraping my skin, trailing lower, and pulling shivers out of me.

My shivers intensify as he nips a little too hard at my neck and I moan. “Don’t leave marks. Rule seven.”

At least that’s what I try to say. I’m mostly moaning because Cruz’s rough hands squeeze my ass again, and they are cupping and curling under me so that a finger from each hand skims the inseam of my shorts.

He licks my neck gently and drops a kiss on top. “Sorry, baby.”

When he lifts his head to look me in the eyes, all I can do is stare at his lips, swollen and delicious. I hope this isn’t over. I’m not ready for either of their kisses to be over.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long,” Cruz says. “But you wanted to save the best for last, huh?” he teases in that flirty Cruz way. “I’ve been planning for it to be slow, baby. Sweet and sensual and perfect for you. I didn’t mind going last of all my brothers as long as I could at least have a chance to show you how much you mean to me. Treat you like a queen.” His eyes blaze as he squeezes my ass again. “But these ridiculous shorts? Fuck, Win. They completely destroyed my willpower.”

His mouth falls back on mine and I’m hoping to feel his fingers creep along the inseam of my shorts again, but instead he moves his hands up, one hand to grip my waist, the other to hike my leg up. His hips press into me and I feel the bulge of him through the towel for a bare second.

What is my life!?

I want to feel more of him, but he’s back to kissing a line down my neck, lower and lower. And he’s moving my thigh up and up… I’m trying to brace myself, leaning back with my elbows against the counter top so I don’t fall sideways as he lifts my leg higher. His mouth reaches my cleavage and he darts a tongue inside my tank top. Sliding his rough palm along my leg, he places my foot on the counter.

“Cruz!” I gasp. “I’m going to fall over!”

But I’m not.

“I’ve got you, cupcake,” Mason says from the other side of me, bracing my shoulders with his hands. He slides between me and the counter so that I can lean back against his chest, and balance myself easily while Cruz carries on kissing the top of my breasts. “You can relax if you want. I got you.”

They have me spread wide open, only my tiny pajamas keeping me hidden from their eyes, and yet I’m comfortable enough to sink into Mason, allowing my head to fall against his shoulder. I close my eyes, breathing him. God, I love that scent of him. Sandalwood, yeah, but with a sexy layer of musk and sweat and something entirely, sweetly Mason. It drives me crazy. If I could bottle his scent up and sell it, I’d be a billionaire in a week.

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