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I blinked up at him a moment, still trying to decide if he was real, before I registered the looks on the others’s faces. Amber was blushing and checking my dad out. The guys were pissed, but there was also fan adoration in their gazes.

Oh.This was real. This wasn’t a result of too much alcohol or stress or grief. I couldn’t help my smile. “Thank God. I was getting disappointed in my first hallucination. I would’ve hoped for something more fun like a grizzly trying to eat the four way that was happening. Can you imagine the terror and bloodshed?” My dad and uncle had totally crashed this party. I sighed at the look of murder in my dad’s eyes. “Guess I’m still grounded.”

My dad opened his mouth but couldn’t speak. That’s how mad he was.

Uncle Logan snorted, taking down information. “Niece of mine, you are so grounded you’ll be lucky if you get the tracker taken out of your hip by the time your last prom gets here.”

“I don’t have a tracker in my hip.”

He lifted his head, his gaze finding mine. “Not yet.” He smiled.

I sank down on the couch and looked back at my dad. There could’ve been steam coming out of his ears.

“You, me, and your mother are going to have a very,verylong discussion in the morning.”

Well, that sealed my prison sentence.

He was bringing Mom into it.

31

SAMANTHA

Iwoke up hot, sweaty, andpulsingwith need. Mason was between my legs. His tongue licked me, about sending me off the bed.

Sogood. I panted. “Wha—what time is it?”

He lifted his head, just barely, before crawling up my body. “Fuck early in the morning, but I need you.” He positioned himself, his dick hard and ready. He used his knees to push my legs farther apart. Taking hold of his cock, he rubbed it over my folds, pushing up and back down before he leaned forward. A deep groan left him as he slid inside, holding himself upright with a hand on the bed beside me. We both moaned as he pushed all the way in.

“You feel so good,” he said hoarsely, his eyes closing a second. “Holy fuck. I needed you.”

The pleasure was immediate.

He waited until I adjusted to him, which I only needed a second. As our eyes met, he began thrusting, using long and strong strokes. He didn’t go fast, instead letting both of us savor the sensations. Letting it build.

Grow.

I raised my arms, one curling around him, and glanced over to see the time. Five in the morning.

God. This felt good.

He’d just gotten in? I wondered what he’d done last night, but also didn’t want to know quite yet.

He cursed under his breath, grabbed my legs, and moved farther under me to get a deeper angle. He looked down, holding my gaze as he powered into me, quickening his pace.

My mouth watered. The pressure rose. I felt it pooling, but I didn’t want to come this fast. Not yet. Not when I could see Mason was going to hold off and make me come more than once. He’d keep thrusting through my climax. Sometimes I loved that. Sometimes it drove me crazy. He was relentless, but I could see there was something more in him. Something dark. Hungry. A torment that was different from the way he’d been looking at me this last week.

I smoothed a hand over his forehead, traced his eyes, his cheek, his very square jawline. Up over his mouth, where he opened and sucked me in.

My heart sped up. He felt so good. Pushing in and holding. He rotated his hips.

I grunted. “Mase.” I couldn’t say more. I gritted my teeth, still trying to stave off my release, but he pushed back inside on another deep stroke. One hand went to my clit. He rubbed in long, circular motions.

We kept moving together.

I was losing track of time. My eyelids lowered.

I could do this all day. Feel this pleasure. It was intoxicating.

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