Cassie
If there was one thing I hadn’t expected, it was Mason in the confines of the little kitchen.
What surprised me the most was that he seemed so at home there. He leaned against the counter and eyed the pan with such interest that I could not help but be curious too. I tipped up onto my toes and peered over at the pan. The meat sizzled, and the scent of the steaks filled the small kitchen.
“That smells good,” I said softly.
Mason gave me an amused grin.
“You should count yourself lucky. I make a mean steak.”
“I bet you do.”
Despite myself, I grinned. The dark-haired man eyed me with eyes as hungry as my own, but he seemed to have another menu in mind. I cleared my throat to cover the rush of adrenaline through my system at the look in his dark eyes.
“So, how long until we eat?”
Mason’s grin grew devious. I shifted nervously and tugged at the t-shirt I wore. Mason looked me up and down as he pushed away from the counter. I thought he would pull me to him, but instead he turned his attention back on the pan. Disappointment sliced through me keenly.
Mason had been so busy with the club’s plans for the Cartel that I barely saw him. I was kept so busy, running after the girls that the boys brought back from their raids, that I could only imagine how busy Mason was. The very idea that he wanted to take time to cook a meal for me was absurd, but I was thoroughly enjoying the views it afforded me. I lowered my eyes to his ass, which was accentuated nicely in his well-worn jeans.
There was no point in any further denying that Mason turned me on. The doubts that clawed at my mind did nothing to dissuade my stubborn heart. It had staked a claim, and it wanted what it wanted like a petulant child.
Mason contentedly ignored my question as he cooked.
A few minutes later, he shot me a look.
“Get some plates,” he ordered gruffly. “Top cabinet to your left.”
“Yeah, sure. I’ll float up there,” I muttered as I looked up at the tall cabinets.
Looking around, I grabbed a stool and pulled it over. It wasn’t the sturdiest thing, but it took my slight weight well enough.
I grabbed the plates. As I put my foot down, it missed the rung of the stool, but before I had the chance to topple a strong arm was around my waist.
“Thanks,” I blushed and whispered.
Once my feet were firmly on the floor, Mason took the plates and began serving up the steaks.
“There are some sides in the fridge.”
I fished out the containers of potato salad and coleslaw.
“Sweet,” I said triumphantly.
It had been ages since I’d had what I’d call a decent meal. My mood grew more playful as I looked forward to the meal ahead.
Mason was already placing the plates on the tiny kitchen table.
“Bring them over here.”
“Nah! I thought I’d drop them down the sink,” I said haughtily.
He ignored my tone, and I took it as a good sign. He must be in a very good mood. I’d been pushing my luck as of late and testing boundaries. However, I was careful not to do anything disrespectful around the boys.
Once we were seated, I wasted no time cutting into my steak. It was juicy. So juicy that it dribbled down my chin much to Mason’s amusement.
It was nice to see him so relaxed. He so often seemed tightly controlled, but then I guess he had to be. I knew it was hard for him to put up a strong front all the time for the men.
“This is really good,” I said in appreciation. “I think you missed your calling.”
“Being a chef?” Mason said as he cut a piece of his own steak. “Sounds boring.”
I shrugged. He would consider it boring, given the life he led.
“There’s something to be said for boring,” I said, biting into another piece of steak.
Mason grunted but did not otherwise reply. He seemed to be giving his food his full attention, and I reckoned that was probably a good thing. The more we talked, the more the doubts swirled in my head. The ‘what-ifs’ sought to bury the happiness that being around Mason created in me. My hair slipped over my shoulder, and I flipped it back over my shoulder to keep it out of my food.
The meal was satisfying and peaceful. It felt nice to just share space with the dark-haired man. I wondered if this was what a normal life with Mason would be like? Was that even a possibility? The man by all rights would be in jail if the world were a perfect place, I reasoned. The world was a far from perfect place though.
After we had finished eating, I took our dishes to the sink and started cleaning up. Mason leaned back in his seat and watched me sedately.
“I need to get you one of those sexy maid outfits,” he said as if he were not suggesting something degrading to me.
I put the dishes in the sink.
“What makes you think that I’d wear that?”
I turned on the water faucet.
“What makes you think you’d have a choice? I still own you, after all.”
Indignation rose up in me.
“I thought we were beyond that,” I said, turning my head to glare at him.
Mason looked over at me and chuckled.
“You’re so easy to bait, you know that?”
“Funny,” I intoned sarcastically as I began washing up.
“Come here.”
I could tell by his tone that it was not a suggestion. I dried off my hands and walked over to the vexing dark-haired man.
“I’m ready for dessert.”
My brow furrowed in momentary confusion at his words, but his meaning became abundantly clear the moment he pulled me down into his lap.
“Oh,” I exclaimed softly. “That kind of dessert.”
Mason didn’t bother to respond in words. Instead, he caught my mouth in a rough kiss that stole my breath and left me trembling. It had been a while since we’d been able to spend any time alone, and my body ached for him. I kissed him back eagerly, encouraging him to continue.
My encouragement must have worked because his hands slid down and cupped my ass. I felt myself being lifted off the floor. Mason put me up on the table where a few of the dishes still remained, but we paid them no attention. We kissed each other desperately.
When he pulled back out of the kiss, he smirked at me.
“At least you aren’t trying to deny it anymore,” he whispered to me teasingly.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I demanded.
In response, he grabbed a handful of my brown locks and yanked backward so hard that it made me wince.
Mason kissed me bruisingly, and I whimpered against his lips. It felt good, so good. I wanted more of it, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer.
“Eager?” Mason growled.
I panted. I had no breath left to answer. I just nodded.
Mason’s hand left my ass and trailed up and over my stomach. The touch was so light and tantalizing that I moaned as he took his sweet time, making me wait. He unsnapped the button of my jeans, and I held onto the table as he stepped back to tug my jeans down. I gasped when he jerked them off in one motion.
Before he stepped back to me, he lifted his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing the gorgeous body that had attracted me to him in the first place. His muscles rippled under his tattoos and I felt myself get even wetter at the sight of him. Damn! Shouldn’t I be building up an immunity to his body by now? What right did he have to make me feel this way, every single time?
Mason had my full attention as he slipped his hand under my panties. I felt neither embarrassed nor shy. I released another moan and let my head fall back when, at long last, he touched me. He rubbed his thumb tantalizingly over my opening, and I shivered.
“Damn, I’ve missed this,” Mason whispered.
His voice held a husky growl that made me all the wetter.
“Come on, pet,” Mason whispered coaxingly. “Let’s hear some of those moans. You’re such a fucking good lay.”
I should have been incensed at the words, but I had never wanted to please someone so badly in all my life. I found myself nodding eagerly and readily obliged as he pushed his fingers into me. My eyes squeezed shut with the sensation of it.
“Take your shirt off,” Mason demanded.
Sitting up a bit more, I reached down and slowly pulled my t-shirt up over my head. I was still wearing the flimsy bra from the auction block, and my breasts danced as my hair cascaded from the t-shirt as it cleared my head.
All the while, Mason slid his fingers in and out of me.
“Bra,” Mason said huskily as he slipped his fingers in and out of me, teasing me, never quite going deep enough for my liking.
I groaned in frustration but did as I was told. I unclasped the bra and slipped my arms out of it.
I was laid out naked on the table before him. I felt exposed and vulnerable, but I liked it.
Mason drew in deep hiss of appreciation at the sight of me. It gave me a heady feeling that I affected him so. I laid back and gave him a smile. The smile Mason returned was devious.
“Time for dessert.”
He leaned over and pushed my legs wider. My breath caught in my throat as his tongue ran across my nub. Sensations raced through me like electricity, and my hips involuntarily bucked upward.
His tongue slipped into me and swirled around inside. I gasped as he fucked me with his tongue. The sensations came so fast that I could not keep up, and I found myself gasping for breath as my fingers clenched his hair. My legs lifted all by themselves to give him better access to me. I had no modesty. I wanted this.
When Mason pulled back, I made a keen sound of loss which amused him. He chuckled at me as he stepped back and pushed his pants down. His hard length sprang out, eager and waiting. I eyed it with interest and wriggled in anticipation of the joy it would bring me. I let myself slip down off the table. I wanted to close the distance between us.
Mason, however, grabbed me by the arm. He spun me around and pulled my bare body up against his length. I could feel his hard dick against my lower back. I felt so small next to him, but I had little time to think about that. Mason’s arm snaked around my waist. His hand slipped lower and rubbed me teasingly. I wriggled, but it was no use. I was at his mercy, and he knew it.
When he was ready, and not a moment before, he pushed me over the table and plunged into me. I moaned in appreciation of the suddenness of his penetration. Mason grabbed a handful of my hair as he pulled back out then plunged back into me again and again. I couldn’t catch a breath. I gasped as his thickly engorged dick stretched my pussy. The warm sensation in my abdomen built and urged me to move, to find a release.
Only Mason would not allow that release. Not yet. Not until he was ready. He held me place, his hand in my hair.
“Oh, Mason!” I moaned.
I pushed up off the table with my arms. I tried to look at him over my shoulder, but his hand in my hair kept me from doing so. I accepted my fate and let him take me on his terms. He wanted me to come for him, and I would. I could hear his breath coming in harsh bursts as he thrust into me.
He slid his hand under me as he thrust, and I felt his fingers brush against my nub. The sensations knifed through me, and I knew my climax was not far away. I had no choice in the matter. My body wanted what it wanted. I rode the sensations that Mason sent through me with his fingers and his thrusts. My body clenched around him. I panted as I came for him.
Mason cursed under his breath as he thrust into me deeper and harder. As a feeling of warmth emptied into me, Mason collapsed over me on the table, sucking deep breaths.
I lay spent on the table with Mason’s weight on top of me. His breath tickled my ear.
“Good girl.”
He slipped out of me and, when I made no move to get up, he scooped me up as if I weighed nothing to him. He carried me to our room and deposited me on the bed, where I lay still and content until I fell asleep.