Page 41 of Stood Up
Chapter 18
Aiden
Mason’s lipstease my legs up and up all the while his hands knead and rub them in time. I love his hands on me, love the feel of him against me. Hell, I full out love this man.
He’s done nothing but be the man I’ve always wanted, yet something is niggling in the back of my mind. I push it away and focus on his touch. He has this sensual way of making every part of my skin come alive with just a brush of his fingertips, add in the rubbing and kisses and I’m about to come undone.
He ever so slowly makes his way up, totally missing my wet heat begging for his touch. His lips move around my stomach and up to my breasts where he engulfs them into his mouth. One then the other, then the other until I’m wiggling so much under him that I feel like I’m losing control of my body and limbs.
Only then does he stop and move up my neck, my fingertips digging hard into his flesh.
“Mason,” I gasp.
“You’re pussy ready for me. Hot. Wet. Needy?”
I groan, “Yes, please.”
Spreading my legs wide, he fits like he was made to be there, made to be mine. He comes up to me, his lips eating mine up, his hard length right there ready and waiting.
Mason looks deep into my eyes, and I swear he can see my soul that is right now screaming—I love you so damn much. His arms come to the sides of my face, capturing me as he slides inside of me. My back arches as my body tries to accommodate him. Even after as many times as we’ve had sex, my body still needs to adjust to his length, and I love every damn second of it.
“This pussy was made for me, Aiden. You were destined for me. I love you.” He kisses me before I can respond, and I’m aching to tell him. Really tell him with words how much I care for him.
Unfortunately, I can’t because he continues to kiss me all the while making love to me, sweet and slow. The burn builds slowing, festering, antagonizing.
Ripping my lips from his, I urge, “I need you to move, now, Mason.”
He chuckles and leans down, kissing me once more. It doesn’t take long before we’re both panting out our releases and falling down to the bed. My body feels sated and loved, more than I could have ever asked for.
My head lay on his chest. I listen to his heartbeat and feel the rise and fall of his chest. With my fingers, I trace the definition in his chest.
That little tick in the back of my head starts to get louder. Mason has never given me a reason to doubt his trust. He’s always been upfront and honest with me, with anything I’ve asked. I just don’t want to have any doubts. Being the problem solver I am, I think I know the answer. It won’t change how I feel about him, but if he lies, that could break everything.
I don’t want to set myself up for failure, but I have to believe he’ll come clean.
“Mason?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“I gotta ask you something.”
His arm around me squeezes. “You can ask me anything.”
I suck in a deep breath and go for it. “That night at the restaurant. Did you set that up?”
“Why would you think that?” he asks, still tracing the line of my shoulder blade with his fingertips.
“The pieces of the puzzle,” I state firmly. “Drake works for you. He said that you made him work late. It can’t be a coincidence that happened on the exact day and time as our date.”
He chuckles, his body moving with it. I lift my head and rest my chin on his chest. Giving him an expectant look, he kisses my forehead, then lays back down.
“My little problem solver. The night at the restaurant wasn’t the first time I saw you. The first time was at Brad’s house for his housewarming party. You were running around making sure all the food was laid out perfectly, all the while people mingled and talked.”
I think back hard to that night. “I don’t remember seeing you there.”
“I only slipped in to give him and Lila a bottle of wine, then left—but I saw you,” he pauses in thought, and I wait. “I overheard Brad and Drake talking. Drake isn’t the man you need. I am. Looking back now, I knew it then, but I didn’t want to acknowledge it. There’s just something about you, Aiden.”
“So, you overheard Drake and Brad about our date and then made him work late so he’d miss it?” I’m not sure if I should be freaked out about this or utterly mesmerized by it.
