Page 71 of Please Save Me

However, after the principal made an example of Mason, her four years of hard work went down the drain. Driving almost four days straight was the least I could do, considering she saved my ass. But I still felt a little guilty when I thought about it.

“I remember having to send Tori our exact location every time we stopped.” Mason sounded a little annoyed, but the softness of her expression told another story.

Sophia’s moms were weird, and I was sure that came from the trauma of being lesbians in the nineties. But they always cared about everyone who entered their home. For some reason, Sophia’s mom, Victoria, never trusted anyone or anything. She always said the world was too dangerous of a place to be kind;that’s why she always liked me with her daughter. She always knew I’d stick up for my girls.

“I remember when we actually got to the Pacific Ocean,” I started.

If I thought hard enough, I could still feel the sun streaming into the open top of my Jeep. Both girls were totally asleep when we got there, and I drove onto the beach before actually waking them. I’d never seen Mason light up the way she did during sunrise on a beach.

“I took my shoes off and ran out to where the waves met the sand.” Mason stared at me as she spoke, and my heart felt painfully full. “And you lifted me up and forced me into the sea, but you had your phone in your pocket.”

The shrill rush of Mason’s laughter had been worth replacing my phone. I remembered Sophia cheering me on as I pinned Mason to the sand and kissed her. She tasted like salt, sand, and everything I ever wanted in my future. And to this day, a life with Mason Albright wasallI wanted.

“It was worth it.” Hell, I’d throw my current phone into the ocean if it meant living in that moment just one more time.

That comment earned me a kiss from Mason. Sure, it took her a moment to get into position to do it, but when her lips met mine, the wait no longer mattered.

I could have let that forever rest in sweet moment territory… but that wasn’t really my style.

I placed my hands on her back as I rolled us over so I could be on top of her. Mason giggled as I looked down at her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Showing you how much I lovemy wife.” I dropped my voice to a husky whisper before capturing her lips with mine.

Her kisses may have been sweet, but mine weren’t. They were demanding, full of a need only Mason could satisfy. A hunger that drove me to need her morning, noon, and night.

Her breath hitched as my hands roamed her body, making quick work of slipping the oversized shirt off her. I took a moment to rub the swell of her stomach before moving to her breasts.

“Lucian.” She whined my name with a new sense of urgency. “We should be working.”

“Shh.” I pressed a finger to her lips. “Just a little longer. I need to hear you scream my name.”

Her protests vanished under the weight of my kisses as I traced the contours of her body as if I’d never have a chance to touch her again.

My lips moved to her neck and then to her chest. I’d been working on being gentle for her, but between the drugs in my veins and my need to claim her, restraint went out the window.

“L-Lucian.” She breathed my name as if I’d stolen her ability to speak.

“Save that pretty voice of yours, fucktoy.” My voice was rough with need as I made my way down her stomach.

Every chance I got, I’d suck on her skin, leaving rosy imprints of my last kiss as she bucked against me. Mason’s fingers tangled in my hair as I slipped her underwear down. Warmth radiated from her needy cunt, and I thought about which way would be best to devour her.

I used one hand to split her legs before positioning myself between them. She was so wet that her pussy practically glistened, and the idea of tasting her was enough to make my mouth water.

I started slowly by pressing kisses to her inner thigh. She shivered and gasped with every motion, and I realized just how fun this was about to be.

“Lucian, please,” her voice came again.

If she’d said our safe word, I would have stopped before she could finish the word. But she didn’t, which meant this was fair game.

I grinned against her skin, trying not to blow a gasket at just how desperate she sounded.

“You’re going to have to be louder than that, fucktoy.” I teased, letting my tongue flicker just above her clit.

It was close enough to make her squirm, but not really much else.

“Lucian, please.” Her hips arched into me.

---