Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“Why? I don’t belong to anyone. I’m sure it’s my choice who I’m with, not the other way around.”
“You’re not makin’ it easy for me to say no.”
I turn, so I’m facing him. I can feel his knee pressing right into my pussy, right where the heat has flooded and it’s aching.
“I’m asking you not to say no. I’m not a slut, Mason. This isn’t something I do often. I have trust issues, which means I rarely give myself to anyone. But, as I said, I know what I want. I know what I need. And this is what I need. I trust everyone in this cabin, including you. So, as far as I’m concerned, there is no reason I shouldn’t be here.”
I step closer, pressing against him.
“Fuck me, keep pressin’ that pussy to my knee, Charlie, and I’m goin’ to have to do somethin’ about it.”
“That’s the whole point.”
He growls and his hand slips around to my ass. And I know, in that moment, he’s going to give me what I need. My body aches to be touched, to be comforted, to feel the hands of a man against my flesh, to feel him moving inside me. I need it, and maybe the alcohol isn’t helping right now, but I have no intentions of backing off. None whatsoever.
Mason’s fingers knead into my ass, massaging the flesh there. I don’t move, not for a second, I just listen to our deep panting in the darkness as both our bodies heat up, preparing for what we both know is going to come next.
Pure pleasure.
Finally, I move. I reach over and put my hands on his shoulders. He’s a big man, massive even, and his muscles are tight and perfectly formed. Flesh covering hard steel. He’s gorgeous. I slide my hands up the back of his neck to tangle in that thick, dark hair. He makes a guttural sound, pulling me closer so I’m forced to spread my legs and straddle him. His cock is right against my flesh, hard and thick. Oh, God.
Yes.
I lean forward, and my lips find his. He eagerly takes my kiss, our mouths moving together frantically at first, tongues dancing, his stubble scratching my skin, and then we slow it down, and we start kissing. Deep, long, and it feels good. It doesn’t spark my soul, not in the way having my hand on Koda did, but it makes me feel warm inside, safe and wanted.
Mason groans and rocks my hips with his hands, rubbing me up and down his cock. It feels incredible, and a moan escapes my lips. Mason’s hands leave my hips after I’ve got the rocking motion on my own, and they move to my tank, jerking it down so he can curl his big hands around my breasts. He kneads, the perfect movements, and my body aches for him.
I’m almost desperate.
“Knew you two were plannin’ on fuckin’ out here, I would have gone the other way for a smoke.”
Koda’s voice breaks through the darkness. And I can’t see him, but I know he’s close. I turn quickly, and I see the red light from the cigarette just off the porch. I didn’t hear him come around, I was so wrapped up in the moment. Guilt swarms my chest, an unfamiliar feeling. Considering I have nothing to be guilty about. So why the hell do I feel awful that Koda just caught me out here, trying to get into Mason’s pants?
Neither of us moves for a second, then Mason’s voice cuts through the air.
“Didn’t think it mattered to you what anyone else did,” he mutters, keeping his hands on me. “Made it clear what she means to you.”
That kind of hurts, even though I know Mason didn’t intend it to.
“Just figured you’d have some fuckin’ respect,” Koda grunts.
Is he angry? Because he has absolutely not right to be angry.
“Pretty sure,” I snap, “you fucked a woman on the couch the first night I was with you, and pretty sure that was disrespectful. Last time I checked, I could be with whoever I wanted!” Then I lower my voice and mutter, “Could have been you if you weren’t such a dick.”
“What did you say?” Koda growls, stepping closer, his boots rustling as he crunches the leaves into the ground.
“I said nothing. I owe you nothing, Dakoda. Fucking nothing. I am here with Mason, because this is what I need. If you’re so angry about it, perhaps you should have done the same thing, on the numerous times you had the chance. Now, if you don’t mind?”
For a moment, everyone is silent, including Mason. Then, Koda’s boots move and I feel him come up behind me. He must be leaning over the porch just a little, reaching up to us. There is no railing. His body presses against mine, and I wonder if he’s climbed up onto the low porch so he can push against me. I realize he has when his mouth goes to my ear and he whispers, “You want to be fucked, Charlie? Why didn’t you just say so?”