Page 52 of Boundaries

The kiss was hard and demanding, almost like a punishment and my resolve exploded. The fingers of my trapped hands curled into my palms.

That moment his lips met mine I lost my shit. Everything inside me hummed. Mason drove his tongue into my mouth, licking, nibbling, and taking everything that I had to give. The kiss was carnal, intended to dominate, like the way a man does a woman during sex. As he’d once baited, he was the giver and I the taker and I loved it.

My body was liquid fire and I followed Mason’s lead, slanting my head to allow a better fit and in turn deeper access to my mouth. I moaned against him with delight.

Tugging my wrists further upwards, Mason took them in one hand and held them above my head, leaving me helpless. He ground his cock between my legs, his jeans rubbing against me through the thinness of my shorts and I parted my thighs more, needing to be closer to that sensation I felt down there.

Desire slammed into me like a hurricane against a coastline. My blood was reaching boiling point.

Mason leaned further into me, pinning my body against the bale. His grip on my wrists gentled and his free hand ran down my face, skimming my collarbone before cupping my neck and moving my mouth where he wanted it to go. His tongue was driving me wild.

I inhaled as those fingers then swept between my cleavage and continued to travel to where the bottom of my T-shirt fell. The skin of my midriff twitched as his hand slid beneath the cotton and up to cover one of my breasts which he cupped in one strong hand. It was the first time anyone had touched me there and it felt amazing. I was on fire through the lace of my bra and my nipples were rock-hard. I moaned as Mason ran his thumb back and forth over one, forcing a sob between my lips and my body almost jack-knifed against his hand.

It felt fricking amazing, even better than at the beach and that night of the fight and I could feel myself starting to lose control. I kissed him back like my life depended on it and tugged at my wrists as I needed to touch him. He released me and my hands cupped his face, tugging his mouth further against mine. Greedily, drinking him in. My legs wrapped around his waist.

Mason’s other hand found its way under my shirt and he played with me there to the point where I thought I was going to burst.

As we continued the sexual battle that I had surrendered to, I felt one of Mason’s hands move from my breast towards the buttons on his jeans. He pulled back, the contact of our mouths breaking and his eyes tangled with mine. They were heavy from desire and we were both panting, our breath whooshing uncontrollably from our chests.

I watched with heavy-lidded eyes as Mason slowly started to unbutton his jeans, his face determined and full of sexual intentions. This was it. I was going to have sex and my first time would be with Mason. I didn’t care where we were, there was only us and nothing else to worry about. I needed him, needed this!

“Are you protected,” he suddenly murmured into my neck. His breath was warm and fresh against my skin. My heart was beating out of my chest.

My sanity slowly started to return as I realised what he was asking.

“No, of course not. I’ve never done this before,” I reminded him. I’d told him I was a virgin when he’d grilled me at the pub that time. Why on earth would I be on the pill?

Mason released a sigh of frustration, his fingers stopping against the buttons of his jeans. He pushed his forehead against mine and the sound he made was like a groan of pain.

“I don’t have anything on me. Shit!” Mason said, cursing harshly at the fact that he didn’t have any condoms with him. As he pulled back, a muscle in his jaw ticked and that’s when I realised my T-shirt had been pushed up and my breasts were showing through the pink lace of my bra.

Noticing my concern. Mason bent forward and covered me, pulling down my tee, fighting with his own sexual frustration. It was bouncing off us both in waves.

He had stopped. Mason had put an end to the madness. And there I was with my legs open for him like some type of easy lay.

He redid his jeans with a masked expression, but I knew he was severely pissed off. Maybe at himself for not having any protection.

No words came, I felt so embarrassed at the way I had behaved again. I had literally been about to let Mason McKenna shag me with or without protection. At that moment, I hadn’t given a shit. He was the one to come to his senses which surely meant he hadn’t been as far gone as me. And of course, he wouldn’t have been. Mason would have done this a load of times. I was just another one in a long line of girls he’d had sex with. Although obviously, we hadn’t quite got there. It hadn’t been special, who the hell was I trying to fool?

He stood looking down at me, his eyes searching my face and I had never felt so exposed and vulnerable. Embarrassment thrummed through me, rocking my body. I now felt worse than I had after the beach incident. Why the hell was I doing this to myself?

I rolled off the hay bale, readjusted my clothes and brushed back my hair which I could feel had straw in it. As fucking usual, Mason recovered much quicker than me as he watched my movements with a guarded look.

Without another word, I pushed past him and walked out into the yard, stomping over to the large wooden gate.

My hands were shaking and I wasn’t myself.

Nixon was just coming back into the yard; he had Tiny at a trot. He looked between us both with a knowing look, “That was quick.”

Mason approached me from behind and I turned, his face had softened. Almost like he was sorry.

“Are you OK?” he whispered as Nixon dismounted and led the horse to the front of his stable.

Attempting to make my voice even I bit out, “I’m fine but I’ll be better when you’ve left,” I snapped, pointing a finger out of the gate.

Mason released a tired sigh, “I can’t leave you like this, why don’t I take you home?”

Pursing my lips, I shook my head, “I need to rub Tiny down. Please just go. You’ve done enough.”

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