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He rewarded me by stroking through my wet folds, down and up again before his tongue circled my clit. “You taste so damn good. Could eat this pussy all the time, and I’d never get enough.”
I opened my legs wider so he could wedge his shoulders between my thighs. He’d barely touched me, but I was already so close to coming. Then he got down to business, eating me until I screamed his name. He didn’t stop there, though, just kept going until he built another release in me.
“Mason, yes! Oh yes,” I cried as the waves of pleasure crested over me.
“That’s it, angel.” He inched the tip of his finger in my core. “One more, and I think you’ll be ready to take me.”
Before I had the chance to confess that I was a virgin, he popped my cherry with his finger. Since I was still languid from my two orgasms, it didn’t hurt as much as I expected, but I must’ve made a sound that tipped him off because he froze.
His eyes burned into mine, and he asked, “Am I the first man to touch you, Ashlynn?”
I nodded.
“The only one,” he rasped. “Wouldn’t change that for the world.”
At his words, my body relaxed beneath his touch. But only for a short while. Once he moved his hand and added his mouth back to the action, I tensed again, another orgasm quickly building. Then he hooked his finger deep inside me and sucked my clit into his mouth, and I exploded, writhing against his face until the shudders finally stopped.
Getting to his knees, Mason gripped my hips to position me exactly where he wanted. “You ready for me, angel?”
“Yes,” I whispered, desperate to feel him inside me.
He drove his hips forward, filling my tight heat. “Damn, your pussy feels good. And all fucking mine.”
He gave me a moment to adjust to his size, and I finally wiggled my hips, thrilled when there wasn’t even a twitch of pain. “I’m good now.”
That was all the encouragement he needed to start moving.
I was so glad my rib hadn’t been broken because the bruising only slightly bothered me now. He didn’t need to hold back much, which worked for me because I wanted all of him.
I wrapped my legs around his waist while he thrust in and out of me. Over and over again until my inner walls were clenching hard around him.
“You gonna come for me, baby?” he rasped. “Let me feel what it’s like with your pussy wrapped around my cock?”
I lifted up to meet his next thrust. “Uh-huh.”
“While I’m so fucking deep inside you, claiming what you saved for me.” He circled his hips, and I got even closer to coming. “Because you’re mine. My angel.”
“Yours, yes,” I agreed, mindless with need.
“Damn fucking straight,” he growled, wedging his arm between our sweat-slickened bodies to pinch my clit.
Stars burst behind my lids, and my inner walls clenched around his hard length, taking him over the edge with me.
By the time he finally broke away, I was sprawled against his sheets, skin damp and body humming with aftershocks. Watching the hard rise and fall of his chest, I finally admitted that I was exactly where I wanted to be. With Mason, no matter what came next.
10
AXLE
Jax looked like hell.
Not the fun kind—more like when you’ve been riding too hard, drinking too much, and letting a woman try to convince you she can drink you under the table.
This was caffeine and sleeplessness with a side of near madness. Pale, hollow-eyed pupils riding high like the man was seeing code in his dreams, and enough stubble to suggest he’d forgotten razors existed.
My office was similar to the other officers—concrete walls, sturdy carpet, a scarred desk that had seen more contracts than coasters, and a window that looked down over the small garage attached to the kitchen where brothers tuned their rides when they didn’t want to drag something up to The Pit. Where the walls had been bare a few months ago, someone had recently stuck a Redline Kings banner on one wall, and another had trophies and framed win photos. It wasn’t a stretch to assume it had been Kane’s wife, Savannah. She’d made a lot of subtle touches around the clubhouse, but we had no complaints about them. The place seemed homier without losing the edgy vibe.
Jax had three laptops open on my desk, three separate external drives plugged in, cables snaking everywhere. On the center screen, lines of text crawled, the kind of stuff that gave most people a headache and made Jax grin like Christmas. Deviant’s digital fingerprints were all over it as well. His kind of code was like a cocky signature scrawled in neon. They’d been working this thing layer by layer for over a week, tearing encryption apart like wolves stripping bone.
