That’s what Conn said anyway.
I tugged the skirt down to my knees, wondering if it was too much.
I was so nervous about seeing Mase. Now that things were different, I knew he might not approve of my relationship with Connor.
Conn was taking me home.
Except… this was my new home. Wasn’t it?
“I do?”
He nodded, his hands sliding over me. “Yes. I wish we had more time so I could show you how beautiful.” I laughed and turned in his arms to kiss him.
He growled and bit my lip, pushing me up against the wall. His fingers slid up under my skirt and he moaned.
“Did you forget your panties you naughty girl?”
I smiled.
“I thought I’d give you something to think about while we were out.”
“Fuck… trust me, I don’t need any help being distracted.”
He pressed his cock against me to prove his point. I felt my skin get hot and cold just from the feel of him. Well, I guess he didn’t need any distractions after all.
“I’ll wear some if you want.”
“Yeah, I do want. But first-“
He rubbed my pussy lips and stared at me as I gasped in pleasure. He circled my clit a few times and I moaned.
“What are you-“
“I’m getting you wet. If I’m going to suffer, then you are too.” He grinned, pulling his finger away and slowly licking it clean. “Besides, I want those panties back after.”
My jaw dropped.
“You want me to get them- messy?”
He nodded slowly.
“I want them with me all day tomorrow.”
I moaned as he winked and walked into the bedroom to get me a pair of panties. These were bright blue and soft cotton. I knew I was going to drip all over them.
I shimmied into my panties as Connor watched. He licked his lips and smiled. Then he took my hand and led me downstairs.
I stood on the porch with Besos and the cat case as Connor pulled the car up. He looked nice in a button down and jeans.
The man basically looked like a model for ‘Studs R Us.’
I sighed and rubbed my legs together. He’d made me so horny upstairs… now I was going to have to wait all night until we were alone again.
He pulled the car up close and stared at me. The hunger in his gorgeous blue green eyes made me weak in the knees. He was as annoyed as I was that we had to wait.
Probably more.
He growled and kissed me hard, letting his hands roam under my skirt to check my panties.
Definitely more.
Well, they always said that misery loves company. So does extreme horniness apparently.
I helped him load the pets into the car. Con lifted the cats and I took Besos. Once everyone was inside he turned to me, checking my seatbelt, and caressing my nipples in the process. I moaned as a fresh wave of lust ran through me.
He smiled at me smugly and turned the ignition.
“Safety first.”
I gave him a look, remembering his aversion to wearing condoms with me. “Ha, ha.” But I was smiling the whole way to Mason’s.
Connor
“You can let go of her now.”
Mason smirked at me as he squeezed Casey so hard I was afraid he might hurt her. She hugged him back, her eyes a little misty.
I sighed, knowing my jealousy was irrational.
Still, I didn’t like seeing someone else pawing my woman dammit!
“Okay now. Enough.”
Casey giggled as Mason set her down.
“How the hell did you get so grown up, little girl?”
She shrugged and looked at me.
“I don’t know.”
Mason glared at me.
“You have some serious explaining to do, DeWitt.”
He leaned over the pot of stew he was making and gave it a stir. It smelled fucking delicious. The man had a way with spices.
He grabbed a beer, not offering me one. I followed him into the living room. Casey brought me a cold one a minute later. I pulled her onto my lap and kissed her.
But just for a second. Because she was being lifted up and away from me.
“Hell no! Not on my watch! Hands off the goods!”
Mason had Casey’s arm in a grip. She was smiling but I was worried he might bruise her. He was big and strong as an ox.
“Don’t manhandle my future bride, Mason.”
“I don’t see a fucking ring on her finger. And I don’t recall being asked for permission either!”
Casey rolled her eyes at us.
“I’m going to get myself a beer.”
Mason let go of Casey as she slipped into the kitchen. I sat where I was. I knew if I stood up, Mase was going to take a swing at me.
I didn’t want to have to beat the hell out of the guy who’d saved my woman from being a teenage runaway. Not to mention, he’d probably beat the hell out of me right back.
We were pretty well-matched, in terms of size and orneriness.
Not that I minded getting my hands dirty, or bloodied up for a good cause. I was itching for a fight. I had been ever since Danny died. But I didn’t want to hurt Mason.