With His Breath

(Violet)

It was so wrong.

I felt his lips kissing me over and over. But what was worse…I wanted more. So much fucking more.

Mason moved his hands from my face to my ass. He lifted me up and started to carry me. The kiss broke, and he buried his face into my neck. I clawed at his back as he walked me through his apartment. My body was on fire. I was ready for him. I wanted him. I demanded him. Everything in my life had gone so completely wrong from the second I left him.

Sure, in the back of my mind the words wife and boyfriend burned. I was a terrible person. Maybe I was a slut. Maybe I was a homewrecker. Whatever anyone wanted to call me, I would take it right then in that moment. But the one thing I was actually doing for once? Following my heart. Not following the feeble path that was laid out before me. Not trying to force fate and tempt time to make things right again.

I was just taking it all for myself for once. Being greedy.

And it actually kind of felt good to be greedy.

Mason kicked open the bedroom door and took me to his familiar bed. The headboard that would knock against the wall when I lived next to him. He’d drive me crazy with that headboard, and then I’d become the one in his bed, the reason the headboard was knocking.

He dropped me on the bed and put his hands to the sheets and stared at me.

We just looked into each other’s eyes. Our breathing wild. Our eyes even wilder. I bit my lip and nodded.

Please, Mason, yes. Please…fuck please…

But Mason didn’t do anything else. He just hovered over me.

“Mason,” I finally whispered. “I’m…”

“No,” he growled. “It’s not going to work this way, babe. You’re going to have to make decisions and soon. And not in the heat of this moment. You know who I am. You know I’ll never change. You know I’ll break your beautiful heart. But you know the other side of me and my life…”

Mason moved down. I propped myself up on my elbows. I thought he was going to leave the room, but instead he fell to his knees before me. It was so fucking sexy to see. Like he was succumbing to me.

But I was very wrong.

“Lift your shirt,” he said. “I’m not going to touch you.”

“What?”

“Now,” he ordered.

With one hand, I did as told. I lifted my shirt up to my bra.

“Keep going,” Mason said.

So I did.

I had my shirt up to my chin.

He then came forward. My eyes went wide as I let out a shuddering sigh.

“This is what I’m going to do,” Mason said, his breath spreading across my belly. “And you’re going to tell me when to stop.”

“Okay,” I said.

Mason slowly moved up my body, his hot breath blanketing across the surface. My skin tightened as I shivered. My toes curled as a gush of warmth spread between my legs. I looked down and couldn’t believe this was happening. His hands gripped the sheets tight, and his long arms, thick with muscle, covered with tattoos sticking out of his shirt. I wanted him to grab me. I wanted him to put me on the bed and use those tattooed arms to claim me.

But he wasn’t going to do that.

Instead, he moved up my body, exhaling deep, hot breaths that pounded against my skin. I put my head back and let out a groan. I felt my hips buck a little, pulling against the bed, grinding between my legs. Pleasuring myself with Mason’s hot breath.

He moved over my breast, not touching me, just leaving his breathing to do the trick. My left hand tingled as I moved down and grabbed the bottom of my bra. I was losing control of myself because of him. This was the effect he had on me. He was my addiction. The only addiction I ever had.

I let everything flow away from me. The good and the bad. I wanted to just exist in that moment with Mason. So that’s what I did.

I pulled at the bottom of my bra and exposed myself to him. My breasts fell free, feeling so extra-heavy when I was near him. My body tingled, wanting his hands and mouth to touch me and taste me.

Instead, Mason groaned. His breath touched my nipple, making it shiver with hardness.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.

“Yeah, babe,” Mason said. “You’re going to come right now for me. I’ll stay here all fucking day. And I’m not going to touch you. No matter how tempting this fucking is.”

“Shit,” I whispered. “Shit, shit, shit…”

His breath continued to climb across my chest.

He stayed right there, moving back and forth. My hips kept moving, the instinctual need to fuck overtaking me. It was so intense. A feeling that been absent ever since I left Mason.

“Tell me the truth,” Mason said, his hot breath going back down my body.

Warm air was hitting my stomach all the way down to the top of my jeans. Without being told and without hesitation, I let my bra and shirt go. I grabbed my jeans and twisted the button, opening it with one hand. I lifted my ass off the bed and shoved my jeans down, but not all the way. Just enough to show some more skin.

His breath was there a second later. On my lower belly, against my soft mound, so close to reaching between my legs.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

I felt the faintest of his breaths barely brushing against my swollen clit.

Mason kept to his word. He didn’t touch me.

But he was so close…

“I want to know if you love him,” he said.

His breath pounded against my sensitive area. The heavier he breathed, the more I felt him between my legs. I grabbed at the front of my jeans and panties and pushed them again. I thrust up, showing myself to him. Showing him my wetness. Wanting him to devour the damage he had done.

I felt a quiver between my legs as I looked down and saw him there. But again, he simply exhaled a hot breath against my wet skin.

“No,” I cried out, my voice crackling. “No, I don’t love him, I never loved him. I only loved you!”

Mason pulled away from me.

The moment was so intense.

My shirt and bra pushed down on my breasts, almost flattening them to my chest. My right hand held the sheets tight, shaking. My left hand gripped my jeans and panties tighter, holding them down, leaving me so exposed to Mason.

Slowly, Mason grabbed my hand and took it away. He then moved up at me again. His mouth slightly open, aiming right for my lips. I felt my entire body start to shake.

“Mason…”

His lips were an inch away. Then closer.

Closer…so fucking close…I’m so close…close…

I moved forward, and that’s when Mason turned at the last second.

I gasped as he went for my neck.

His breath hit my skin one more time and that was all I could take.

The rush of an orgasm hit me like nothing I’d ever felt before.

I grabbed at his shirt and pulled, holding my body tight to his. I gasped, mouth open wide, trying to find air. Mason groaned, breath spreading against my neck over and over. The heat rushing and shivering through my body as my pussy throbbed. I had never come like that before. Without being touched. My calves pulled against the bed as my hips thrust and fucked, so desperate to have Mason inside me.

“Yeah, babe,” he growled. “I can fucking feel it. I can fucking smell your sweet honey. My tongue is going wild.”

“Then do it,” I said, still shivering. “Please, just do it.”

Mason then let the scruff of his face touch my cheek as he pulled away. He stared at me for a few seconds and grinned. His dimples were cute and deadly sexy at the same time.

“What?” I asked.

“You don’t love him,” he said. “I knew it. You fell back into something comfortable. Because you’re afraid of something complicated. That’s why I haven’t given you everything you want yet.”

Mason then stood up, towering over me. I looked and saw the massive bulge of his cock. I reached for him, but he stepped back out of my reach.

“You better fix yourself up,” he said. “And head back to your boyfriend.”

I gritted my teeth. Between my legs, I was a mess. It wasn’t even funny what Mason had unleashed in me. I was still throbbing, the deepest part of my core pulsing. My body ached for him. Ached to be kissed, touched, thrown around the bed.

“Mason…”

He turned and left the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

I sat there, trying to calm myself down.

What the fuck had just happened?

I looked at the closed door.

I knew what had just happened.

I had just fallen in love with Mason again.

* * *

Mason stood behind the counter with another beer. His eyes were smoldering with need as he devoured me with his eyes. I would have just let him take me right then and there. There was no shame in it. And somewhere in my heart, I had myself convinced that there was no wrong in it either. I didn’t love Davis. I just fell into the situation with him. And it did need to end. I had been caught up in other things in life…

“Now what?” Mason asked. “You want to pester me about my past again?”

I looked right at Mason. I took in everything that had happened between us. Not just his breath making me orgasm, but everything beyond that. The apartment. Us. Davis. His wife. Everything.

He really thought I left him to hurt him. Whatever Kate had done to him had really stuck. And I still didn’t know the whole story about Kate.

For as much of an asshole as Mason was, he wasn’t all about himself.

So, I threw the curveball that I knew would get his attention for good.

“Dad has cancer,” I blurted out.

“What?”

“My father…”

“Hank has cancer?”

“Yeah.”

“No.”

“Yeah. Kidney.”

“How…I mean…he hurt his wrist…”

“They found cancer. He’s going through treatment right now.”

“How’s he feeling?”

“You know him. He’s stubborn. He won’t admit when he’s not feeling good. But the treatments have their way. It’s been hard.”

“How’s your mom taking it?”

“She’s a fighter too. But she has her moments. That’s why I stay close to him. I try to be there without being in the way. Dad gets mad if we treat him like a patient. But it does get hard, Mason. That’s why when you ask…you say I left you—I did. I was hurt. And then my world kept falling apart. I had this moment where all of a sudden, I’d wake up and everything was gone. My perfect parents…my father is sick. Next thing I know, Davis is next to me. Like you said, I was trying to go back to fix everything. I failed. I fucked up.”

Mason reached across the counter and took my hand. “You didn’t fuck up, babe. You looked for comfort. There’s no shame in that. I’ve been doing the same fucking thing.”

He let my hand go and shook his head.

“What?” I asked.

I was desperate for romance. Desperate for him to take down his walls and show me all of him.

“I’m so sorry about Hank,” Mason said. “I want to see him.”

“What?”

“I want to visit him. Tell him I’m thinking about him.”

“That’s probably not-”

“Look, I don’t give a shit about your boyfriend. You’re the one who has to give a shit about him. You're the one who just came by me breathing on you. You think that’s hot? I think it’s pathetic, Violet. It means you’re not being cared for. That fucking pisses me off. But it’s up to you to fix.”

I gasped. This went from a sweet moment to a typical-asshole-Mason moment.

“Jackass,” I whispered.

“You only believe that because I’m right. I’m going to visit your father.”

I wanted to fight back, but I couldn’t. I saw genuine care in Mason’s eyes. When I told Davis that my father had cancer, what had been his response? Damn. That was it. Damn. And going to see my father was like torture. Davis was afraid that my father was going to look skeletal and scary. He said that to me. More than once.

“Fine,” I said. “I’m sure he’d like to see you.”

“Because he hates Davis,” Mason said with a grin.

“No,” I lied.

“Liar,” Mason said. “He fucking hates that guy. I know it. And he loves me.”

“Not so much,” I lied again. “You hurt me, Mason. You have a wife. Remember?”

“And I’d bet everything I own you didn’t tell your parents about that part of me.”

“What makes you say that?”

Mason walked around the counter. He grabbed the barstool and spun it so I was facing him.

Fuck, he was so sexy. He was making me achy and wet again already.

“Because you don’t know the story,” he said to me. “And because you don’t believe that I would be that much of a fucking asshole. Because you keep some kind of faith in me to turn out as this good guy. So you’ll tuck that secret into your pocket until you know the truth of it.”

I swallowed hard.

He could read me so easily. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. It meant he could expose my heart and hurt me at his disposal.

“You’ll know everything when the time comes, Violet,” Mason said. “But you better go now before anything else happens. I’ll come visit your father tomorrow.”

He leaned in and kissed my forehead.

When he pulled back, I grabbed his shirt. The second I grabbed him, he grabbed my hand and tore it away.

“Time to go, babe.”

“I’m getting kicked out now?”

“I got what I wanted,” Mason said. “Now go.”

He wasn’t kidding, either.

He walked away, and then to my shock, he took off his shirt. He balled it up with one hand and threw it to the floor. That’s when I got to see that his tattoos stopped at his shoulders. There was something about seeing his bare, exposed back, cascading with muscle. Every time I thought Mason couldn’t get any sexier, he proved me wrong.

Glancing over his shoulder, he raised an eyebrow. “I need a shower. Get the fuck out of my apartment, Violet.”

Without hesitation, Mason opened his jeans and started to drop them.

“I’m going,” I said.

I hated myself for leaving. But I had done enough damage for one day and one night. If I saw him naked, I wouldn’t have left. I would have been in the shower, pressed against the cool tiles, the hot water pounding at me as hard as fast as Mason pounded inside me.

Mason turned a little, showing me more muscle and more ink.

“I’m not fucking playing,” he growled.

My eyes stopped at his chest.

He’d had a date tattooed across his heart. But that was now gone. Now it was just a black rectangle.

That’s when I showed myself to the door and got out of there.

My head was spinning. My heart was racing.

Mason was still a mystery to me.

A mystery I was addicted to.

A mystery I would give my life to find out.

A mystery that was going to hurt me…again and again and again…