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Waves of pleasure build inside my lower belly.

“That’s it, baby. I can feel you clenching. Come for me.” His thumb lands on my clit and presses down, circling the sensitive bud as he pounds into me.

“Yes,” I hiss as he sends me over the edge again.

“Bed,” Mason grunts, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me off the wet, sticky counter. He only makes it a few steps before he stops and pumps up into me.

Gripping his shoulders, I dig my heels into his ass. I lift myself, only to drop down, impaling myself on his cock.

“So good, Mase. More,” I chant.

My back hits the wall as he slams me against it and possessively wraps his hand on my throat, gripping me firmly and tenderly.

“Mine.” With a single word, he claims me forever.

“Yours,” I confirm.

He slams his mouth to mine in a scorching kiss as he ruts into me as animalistic, almost feral growls rumble in his chest. He grinds his pubic bone into my clit, and the combined friction and pounding have me soaring over the edge again.

“Yes, squeeze my dick. Just like that.”

“Oh fuck,” I keen as my arousal drips down my ass crack and his balls continue to slap against my sensitive flesh.

Mason’s pace doesn’t falter, and my body feels like Jello.

“I don’t think I can take any more,” I groan, my pussy still fluttering with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

“You can, and you will. You will take every thick inch I have to offer you. You will come on my cock, my face, and my hand, over and over, and when I’m done, you’ll beg for more, birthday girl. By the end of the night, your pussy will be addicted to my dick like he’s addicted to your sweet tight cunt.”

I drop my head to his shoulder and nod. I’d agree to anything right now. I’m already addicted to him.

Mason swings us around and finishes carrying me to my bedroom, where he spends the rest of the night inside me, worshiping me, telling me how beautiful I am, and calling me his.

My birthday cake and dinner might be long forgotten, but this moment—this man—will be seared into my memory and my heart for all time.

Chapter twenty-eight

Mason

July

Memories of Emery invademy mind as I sit in this hot plastic chair, roasting my nuts off and watching my brother play a doubleheader.

It’s getting harder and harder to leave her after every trip. I feel like a part of me is missing when she’s not around. I was so close to telling her how I feel, but it never seemed to be the right moment. It doesn’t come off as the most romantic way to tell a woman you love her while you’re balls deep inside her. And I was inside her every moment I was with her.

For a week, I split my time, helping my brother out with Rhys while Emery was at work. But I made sure to spend my mornings waking her up with my head between her legs, and my nights putting her to sleep with my cock buried nine inches deep inside her perfect pussy.

Fuck, I have to stop thinking about her while I’m in public.

I shift in my seat and take another sip of my beer. I’m wedged between Eli and Rhys, who is eating a miniature helmet full of frozen yogurt, most of which is dripping all over his chin, and the new baseball jersey Cameron bought him for today.

My entire family has flown to Chicago to watch Cam pitch at one of the oldest baseball fields in America. Well, not the entire family—Rylann stayed back home with the baby.

I wanted to spend the holiday with my girl, but she had plans to visit her parents again. Something about a party her parents host every Fourth. The way she explained it, the event sounds stuffy, with a bunch of old, snooty rich people and their equally entitled offspring.

When we spoke this morning, something didn’t feel right. Emery sounded wooden and sad. I wanted to rush to her side, pull her into my arms, and promise to fix everything for her. Not that she would let me. She’s still keeping some distance between me and her family.

You’re one to talk. Why haven’t you invited her to meet your family?

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