Page 34 of Stood Up
Chapter 15
Aiden
Warm lips trailup my arm and to my neck. My body arches in response eagerly seeking that softness. Opening my eyes, soft light streams in through the window of Mason’s bedroom.
“Morning.” My voice comes out sleepy and horse.
His tongue swirls and a gasp escapes me. “Morning beautiful.”
Damn, I love when he calls me that. Hell I love when he calls me just about anything because it’s all panty melting.
“Need my cock inside you.”
My core clenches and desire builds.
“You going to take my cock, Aiden?”
I groan, “Yes.”
“That’s my girl.”
He rolls me onto my stomach and puts all of his weight on top of me, still trailing kisses along the way. He pushes me into the mattress and I feel every inch of his hard body on mine. I try to spread my legs, but his knees come to either side of me halting my movements.
“Mason?”
His cock grazes between my ass cheeks and I grip the sheets as wetness pools below.
“Spread, just a bit and let me in.”
His grip loosens, but not by much. He slides his cock inside of me then clamps my legs together again. In this position, there isn’t much room so when he starts moving, nerves that haven’t fired before start their assault.
Over and over he enters me, pressing me hard into the bed with each thrust. Ecstasy climbs as I crash stuffing my face into the mattress and yelling out his name over and over again.
He stills rooted so deep inside of me and his body gives a jolt as he comes inside of me.
When he collapses on me, I relish the feel of him and turn my head so I can breathe.
He leans over and plants a kiss on my lips. It’s sideways and wonky, but still sweet.
“Now that’s the way to wake up every morning.”
I smile up at him because I agree. It’s one of my favorite parts of the day.
After getting up and dressing, we head to the kitchen. Mason has on a suit and me my jeans from the night before. I’m going to have to remember to pack an overnight bag.
“Tell me about Greg.”
I’ll admit I’d hoped that he would’ve forgotten, but that was just wishful thinking. Mason doesn’t seem to forget anything. He has a keen eye on everything and everyone around him.
“I broke up with him because he cheated on me. We were together for a little over a year and he’s a twit.”
“And he’s been calling you?”
“Yep, but I don’t answer. I don’t even check the voicemails after he calls. I have no interest in anything he has to say.” I chuckle. “But it is quite funny he was cheated on. I have no shits to give when it comes to him.”
“He’s going to be a problem.”
I shrug not really knowing the answer to this because Greg never had any aggressive bones in his body. Nothing like what we saw last night. It was strange, but I didn’t fear him. Not like I did Drake. Maybe it’s the weird way Drake looks at me. But Greg, he just felt like a man that got his ass handed to him.
“You’ll have security, but keep your eyes open. He calls you let me know.”
“Why is all this happening? First Drake, now Greg? I don’t get it.”
He moves over to me and tucks my hair behind my ear. “Because they see what I have. Too bad for them, I’m a smart man and see a good woman in front of me. One I have no intention of letting go of.”
My heart melts as he leans down and kisses me, hard, deep and lovingly.
I carry that kiss throughout the entire day.
