was so warm, and his stress level begged for a little more releasing. “Show me you’re still the guy I fell in love with when we were kids? Show me you’re still decent, still good, and I’ll help you do anything you want.”
“Trish—”
“Kiss me,” she said, stretching up onto her tiptoes and tracing her tongue over his lower lip. He fought himself for just a secondand then found the willpower to push her just an inch away, give him just enough space to breathe.
“I want to, Trish, okay, you’re not wrong about that. And not just because I need your help. But— I got a girl right now, and I need her to sign off on it first, okay?”
Trish executed the pout she’d perfected when she was in kindergarten. “What if she says no?”
Mason smiled, thinking of the way Caroline’s eyes had lit up when she’d been talking to him about Jack and Missy a lifetime ago. “She won’t say no.”
“If she won’t care, then tell her later.” She reached for him, palming him through his jeans, and he pushed her hand away.
“I didn’t say she wouldn’t care. I said that she will be okay with it. There’s a damn difference, Trish.”
She stepped back from him, and she smiled in a soft way he hadn’t seen in a lot of long, lonely years. “I’m glad you know it,” she said. “Once she’s said yes, I’ll be in there.” She gestured down the hallway towards a dark room. As she walked away, she put plenty of extra sashay into her hips. He had to shake his head to clear it before he could dial Caroline’s number on his phone.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The room was lit by candlelight, which surprised him. Trish, in all the years he’d known her, had swung practical, not romantic. So he’d thought he’d be walking into a bedroom, but nothing with Trish was ever simple. It was a play room, clear and simple. There were piles of pillows, a reclining couch, a carved wooden chest that he was sure held a variety of toys. The light was dim, but he was fairly sure he saw handcuffs bolted to the wall.
But Trish was the thing that really caught his eye. Trish, splayed out on a pile of pillows. Trish naked except for black scraps of lace over her breasts and her vagina. His cock twitched in his pants, hardening quickly.
“I take it she said yes,” Trish said, her fingers wandering idly over her body, twisting at her nipples, pushing the crotch of her panties aside for a moment and—he choked back a groan—delving all the way inside of her while her eyes rolled shut for a moment, and she bit her lower lip, her fingers pumping into her.
“Yes,” he said, and he was relieved that his voice didn’t crack. “I assume you have condoms?”
She grinned at him, at the affect she was having on him. “You assume correct. Strip off, and come over here.”
His erection was hard and upright as he stripped off for her, and she didn’t give him a chance to come to her; she crawled, sinuous and sexy, across the floor, taking him in her mouth as he pulled his T-shirt over his head. He groaned, his knees weak for a moment, bracing himself on her shoulders. “Jesus, Trish.”
She laughed, her mouth still around him, and the vibrations made him shiver. She sucked him hard for a moment, so hard that he had to focus on breathing to make sure he didn’t suffocate.
“Not gonna last long like this. That what you want?”
She laughed again and pulled back, circling the base of his dick with her hand and squeezing him softly. “Your girl not taking such good care of you?”
“She takes amazing care of me. But you know how it is. One great bike makes you want two more.”
“That’s my Mason,” she said. “Never satisfied.”
She suckled him for another moment, her hand cupping his balls and gently stretching his sac down, and he fought to keep his hips still. He wanted nothing more than to grab her hair and fuck her mouth until he
“Trish—”
“Kiss me,” she said, stretching up onto her tiptoes and tracing her tongue over his lower lip. He fought himself for just a secondand then found the willpower to push her just an inch away, give him just enough space to breathe.
“I want to, Trish, okay, you’re not wrong about that. And not just because I need your help. But— I got a girl right now, and I need her to sign off on it first, okay?”
Trish executed the pout she’d perfected when she was in kindergarten. “What if she says no?”
Mason smiled, thinking of the way Caroline’s eyes had lit up when she’d been talking to him about Jack and Missy a lifetime ago. “She won’t say no.”
“If she won’t care, then tell her later.” She reached for him, palming him through his jeans, and he pushed her hand away.
“I didn’t say she wouldn’t care. I said that she will be okay with it. There’s a damn difference, Trish.”
She stepped back from him, and she smiled in a soft way he hadn’t seen in a lot of long, lonely years. “I’m glad you know it,” she said. “Once she’s said yes, I’ll be in there.” She gestured down the hallway towards a dark room. As she walked away, she put plenty of extra sashay into her hips. He had to shake his head to clear it before he could dial Caroline’s number on his phone.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The room was lit by candlelight, which surprised him. Trish, in all the years he’d known her, had swung practical, not romantic. So he’d thought he’d be walking into a bedroom, but nothing with Trish was ever simple. It was a play room, clear and simple. There were piles of pillows, a reclining couch, a carved wooden chest that he was sure held a variety of toys. The light was dim, but he was fairly sure he saw handcuffs bolted to the wall.
But Trish was the thing that really caught his eye. Trish, splayed out on a pile of pillows. Trish naked except for black scraps of lace over her breasts and her vagina. His cock twitched in his pants, hardening quickly.
“I take it she said yes,” Trish said, her fingers wandering idly over her body, twisting at her nipples, pushing the crotch of her panties aside for a moment and—he choked back a groan—delving all the way inside of her while her eyes rolled shut for a moment, and she bit her lower lip, her fingers pumping into her.
“Yes,” he said, and he was relieved that his voice didn’t crack. “I assume you have condoms?”
She grinned at him, at the affect she was having on him. “You assume correct. Strip off, and come over here.”
His erection was hard and upright as he stripped off for her, and she didn’t give him a chance to come to her; she crawled, sinuous and sexy, across the floor, taking him in her mouth as he pulled his T-shirt over his head. He groaned, his knees weak for a moment, bracing himself on her shoulders. “Jesus, Trish.”
She laughed, her mouth still around him, and the vibrations made him shiver. She sucked him hard for a moment, so hard that he had to focus on breathing to make sure he didn’t suffocate.
“Not gonna last long like this. That what you want?”
She laughed again and pulled back, circling the base of his dick with her hand and squeezing him softly. “Your girl not taking such good care of you?”
“She takes amazing care of me. But you know how it is. One great bike makes you want two more.”
“That’s my Mason,” she said. “Never satisfied.”
She suckled him for another moment, her hand cupping his balls and gently stretching his sac down, and he fought to keep his hips still. He wanted nothing more than to grab her hair and fuck her mouth until he
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