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Mason buried his hands in my hair.
I glanced up, our eyes meeting above his naked body, and I sucked him slowly, savoring every squirm, every whimper and whispered curse, smugly satisfied to watch the blush spread across his skin as he unraveled beneath me.
“Ford,” he gasped. “Please.”
I knew what he wanted. What he needed. I pulled away to shuck my clothes and grab supplies, and then I was pressing inside him. First with two fingers, but soon with my cock, sliding into his body, heat and pressure overwhelming my senses as his body wrapped around me, holding me tightly as if he never wanted me to be anywhere else.
I stroked in and out of him slowly, taking my time, kissing every inch of skin I could reach. His beautiful mouth, the tip of his nose, his collar bone, his shoulder, his nipple.
Mason rolled his hips, taking me as deep as he could, mewling softly in his attempts to remain quiet in our smaller house. I loved that he couldn’t stay silent, that he sounded so needy as I pressed as deep as I could inside him, as I caressedhis thighs and ass with my hands, reveling in his strong but soft body.
“Please, Ford,” he begged. “Please.”
“Please what, sweetheart?”
“Touch me. Make me come. I can’t wait. I need—” He cut off with a choked gurgle as I took his dick in hand and jerked him in time with my thrusts. He moved his hips faster, panting, desperate, and suddenly I was right there with him.
My hips moved of their own volition, speeding up, starting to pound him hard as I jerked his dick frantically, my climax bearing down on me.
“Now,” I muttered. “Come with me.”
“Yes, yes.” He gasped and arched, cock shooting over my knuckles, and I came with a long, drawn-out groan.
We held each other, quivering with aftershocks as our bodies calmed down. Eventually I raised my head enough to look at his flushed face, glazed eyes, and messy hair.
“Merry Christmas, sweetheart. I really liked my gift.”
He grinned, those beautiful lips stretching wide. “Me too.”
CHAPTER 29
Mason
Dottie openedthe door when we arrived on New Year’s Eve, dressed in a cherry red skirt, floral top, and matching lipstick. She’d curled her white hair for the dinner party we’d all be attending.
“Your dress is so pretty!” Charlie said.
“Thank you, sweetie, so is yours.”
Charlie wore a white sweater dress that my mother had bought for her on one of her many shopping trips. We’d spent the week exploring town, hitting every restaurant so that Ash and Vera could deconstruct their favorite menu items, and catching up on everything we’d missed in one another’s lives.
“Oh, Charlie, that reminds me. I wanted to show you this pretty necklace I got for you. Maybe you’d like to wear it tonight.”
“Really?”
Dottie led Charlie to her bedroom, talking about an estate sale where she’d found an old locket with a compartment inside. Charlie seemed intrigued by the concept.
LuAnne emerged, still in yoga pants and a T-shirt. She held her phone in her hand, a smile lighting up her face.
“Why aren’t you ready?”
“What?”
“For the dinner? We’re all going out, remember?”
“Oh.” She shook her head. “I don’t think I’m going to go. I have some things to do here.”
LuAnne had been withdrawing from the rest of the family more and more over the past week. She’d seemed to enjoy the Christmas Day gathering well enough, but as the days went on, she mostly kept to Dottie’s place.
