Page 12 of Kade

“Mason,” Sam murmured softly, moving so she was behind me. She pressed herself against me, resting her forehead to my back. I felt her draw in some air. “You have to break.”

I couldn’t.

I covered her hand with mine and raised it to my lips. Resting it at the corner of my mouth, I breathed her in deep. One whiff wasn’t enough. I needed more of her scent. Of her warmth. “Once I can, I will.”

She tipped her head up, meeting my gaze in the mirror. Concern and love flared in her. It was so fucking strong, and my God, I was swept away again because what would my life be like if I’d never found her? My chest ached at the thought. It would’ve been an empty nightmare of a life if that’d been the case. My hand curled around hers. My chest rose and fell. “Thank fuck I got you.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. She blinked away tears and pressed against me. “Goes both ways, buddy.”

I raised an eyebrow at her word choice, but I heard the lust.

Tugging her in front of me, I slid my hands down her back, cupping her ass cheeks.

I groaned, tucking my head into her neck. “I really love your ass.”

She smothered a laugh. “Mason.”

I squeezed her, lifting her from the motion. “Nice. Round. Firm. Some jiggle too. I like seeing it when I’m fucking you from behind.”

“Okay.” She caught one of my hands and stepped back. A grin was at the corner of her mouth. “We have a house full of guests, and we need to start herding everyone into vehicles so we can get to the wake on time. It’s a literal circus down there with kids, dogs, and all the pets. Nova brought her tortoise, insisting it’s now Harold the Emotional Support Turtle.”

I frowned, moving my head back to see her better. “A turtle?”

“No.” She snorted. “It’s a tortoise. It’s bigger than some of the dogs.”

My eyes got big. “And it’s in our house? How is that legal?”

“Yes.” Her eyes went wide. “Apparently it’s a certain kind of tortoise and they had to get a permit to have it, and it’s only with them for a short time period before it goes to a rescue sanctuary. Quincey told me all about the legalities of it, but it’s still a tortoise.”

There was a giant tortoise walking around in my house. Nova was Nate’s kid, so he had signed off on it, but the fact that it was in my house meant Samantha had signed off on it too. “Is it in the house all the time?”

“No. They brought a whole trailer of things to build up some sort of encampment outside, but Nova brings it in. Him. She brought him in this morning.”

I shook my head. She was right. It was a literal circus downstairs.

I didn’t want to deal with a turtle right now. “Fuck it.” I lifted her up.

She squeaked, her legs winding around me, and I carried her over to the bed. “Mason!” She gasped. “We seriously can’t.”

“Is the door locked?” I nuzzled into her neck.

She shivered, running a hand down my back. “I don’t know.”

Well, fuck that too. I reached for the button on the wall. The lock clicked into place, and after that I was a man on a mission. I slid a hand up her leg, pushing up her dress as I went, and groaned. “We’ll be quick.”

She laid back, a laugh leaving her on a moan. “Since when are we ever quick?”

She was right. I was going to savor this.

Bending between Sam’s legs, I pushed open her knees and bent down, grazing my nose up the inside of her leg.

Her body began trembling. “Mason.”

I liked hearing that moan. I needed to hear it again. More.

Moving to her other leg, I feathered kisses all the way to her pussy. Which was mine. Mine to have. Mine to play with. Mine to love.

She was already holding her breath, trembling again because she knew what was coming next.

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