Page 37 of Mase
Her head rears back, and she blinks before a laugh gets caught in her throat. “Because your father was a sick bastard who wanted to control me.”
Her words hit me square in the chest, cutting through my heart and twisting my insides. Tears pool in her eyes as she probably realizes that her honesty has also exposed her vulnerability. She turns her head away, but I catch her chin between my fingers. “Don’t turn away from me, sweetheart. We deal with shit together, head-on from now on, right?” An arctic chill shoots up my spine, and ice fills my veins as I wait for her to reply, then I rest a palm on her cheek. “Di-did he touch you?” My heart thuds against my chest, but relief flows through me when she shakes her head, and all the tension that was there moments ago slips away.
“N-no, he didn’t.” Her words pour from her with nothing but sincerity, and the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding releases.
Deciding to change the subject, I aim to lighten the mood. “Well, now we have something else in common.”
She frowns. “What’s that?” She shakes her head, makingher wet hair sashay. “Besides filthy, hot sex, I mean.” Her smile hits me square in the chest.Jesus, she’s beautiful.
Smirking, I feel like beating my fist on my chest like a primate, damn proud of her reference to our sex life. “We both hated the bastard.”
When she beams up at me, the stars have aligned. “At least he brought me you.”
A chuckle gathers in my chest, and I cling to the side of the tub to stop myself from crashing my lips against hers. As much as I tell myself not to get attached to another woman so soon, it’s pretty hard not to when she’s looking at me as if I’m her everything, and worse, I want to be.
NINETEEN
MASE
“Areyou going to let me wash all of you?” I ask, referring to the fact I’ve only cleaned her hair. My cock throbs in my jeans at the thought of touching her bare skin, but I ignore it.
“P-Please.”
My balls ache at her sweet words, and a spurt of pre-cum leaves my slit at the innocence behind her manners.
“Fuck, you’ve no idea how turned on I get by your innocence, Sum.”
She chews on her bottom lip, ogling me. “I like it when you call me Sum.” My lip twitches at her honesty. “And I want you to know. I haven’t been with another guy, only you.”
Jesus, I hope that’s true, but after dealing with betrayal and lies for years, I genuinely don’t know whether I can believe her. However, the thought of any other man touching her has me feeling murderous. My knuckles whiten as I grip the tub. “That better be true.”
Her eyes bounce over my face. “It is. I swear it.”
“So what the fuck were you doing in bed with anotherguy?” I all but growl, showing how jealous of the little prick I am.
“Levi had thrown a drink over me. Trav took me upstairs. I changed out of my dress and…”
“You got into bed with him?” I snap.
“If you’ll let me finish.” She rolls her eyes, and her bratty tone has my palm twitching. “I wasn’t feeling well. Trav was looking after me.”
I scoff at her ridiculous explanation. Either she’s very fucking naïve or full of shit, but the idea of her getting into bed with someone else has me on edge.
Hoping she can see the fury in my eyes, I dip my hand into the water between her legs. “If I find out another man has touched this pussy, I’ll skin them alive,” I sneer, grazing the tip of my finger down her slit and over her hole before dipping it inside and cupping her pussy in my palm. Then I push in until she clings onto the tub with one hand and my forearm with the other. “You like me finger-fucking you, Sum?” I ask, pumping in and out of her tight channel.
“Yes.”
“I’m pushing my cum deep inside your pussy, sweet girl. So fucking deep.” I want to tell her so fucking deep I’ll get her pregnant, but hell, I don’t want to scare her with my insatiable need to keep her tied to me.
Her fingernails bite into my skin as I push in and out. “Y-yes, oh god, there, Mase.”
With my free hand, I wash her back with the sponge down to the cleft of her ass. “Get on your knees, Sum. Let me finger-fuck your ass too.”
She stiffens, and I nuzzle into her neck until she tilts her head to allow me more access and moves to her knees. Committing her scent to memory, I place tender kisses down her throat and over her collarbone while running the sponge up and down her back.
“I’ll be gentle,” I rasp, remembering how roughly I tookher there, and she hides her face as if hearing my thoughts. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, you know that?” I mean every damn word. Every. Single. One.
From her wavy blonde hair to the few freckles scattered over her nose, down to her pouty lips that sit like a bow constructed to perfection.
