Fall by Winter

Hmm. First, they cooked. Now they were going to tidy up too?

My mommy radar was going off.

I decided to wait them out, though, and I joined the others in thanking them very much for a spectacular dinner. Then Brady started clearing the table, and he declined help when Tristan and Katie offered it.

I leaned back and cocked my head slightly at Mason. “I wonder what they want.”

He grinned. “Or what they’ve done.”

Goodness, that could be much worse.

“Did they turn down payment for the weekend first?” I asked next.

He inclined his head. “How did—wait, you told them to?”

“Of course I did. Do I wanna know how much you gave them?”

“Not much,” he assured. “Five hundred each.”

Jesus Christ, we needed to work on the definition of not much. It’d been a half day’s work, and we were family.

“Well, by their standards, they’re practically rich, so I guess they’re not looking for money.”

Mason chuckled. “You’re cute when you play investigator. Maybe it’s nothing.”

“With Brady, it’s always something.”

“Hey, it’s snowing.” Katie pointed out toward the lawn.

Mason and I exchanged a grin.

“It’s winter,” he whispered.

“Fall,” I whispered back.

The bastard snorted and ruffled my hair as if I were a five-year-old boy.Best part of having Mason across the street was that he could sneak over and spend the night when everyone had gone to bed.

Because then I could wake up next to him, wriggle my ass against his morning wood, and get a proper wake-up call.

He let out a long breath as he slowly shook the remnants of sleep.

“Mason,” I whispered.

“Mm…” He grunted sleepily and shifted a hand between my legs.

I sighed softly, swiveling my hips to meet his touch. He fingered me lazily, teasing the length of my pussy with two fingers, slowly circling my clit, then gliding down again to dip inside.

I’d discovered that he wasn’t chatty in the morning, but he had no issues whatsoever setting the pace and being in control. He decided when I had “teased him enough by being so fucking wet,” and he decided how he wanted me, how fast, how hard.

“Fuck,” he muttered in his morning voice. “We alone?”

I shook my head just as he lightly pinched my clit and rubbed at it. “Boys are in the kitchen.”

He gave no verbal response, and I didn’t need one. Instead, he rolled me onto my stomach, climbed between my legs, and rubbed the head of his cock against my opening.

With a smack to my ass, he silently told me to lift up.

I parted my legs farther and pushed out my ass for him.

He exhaled harshly and kneaded my ass cheeks.

“I need you,” I whispered.

“Quiet,” he murmured. “This ass is finally mine to play with. Don’t get in the way of that.”

I grinned into my pillow, bizarrely turned on by his morning manners. He was so rough and curt, all while managing to make me feel so desired.

Only when he deemed he’d gotten his fill of rubbing my flesh did he give me what I wanted. No words, no warning. He lowered himself over me, kissed my neck, and entered me in a single, deep, hard thrust.

I sucked in a breath and let the pleasurable sting flit through me before the intense heat took over.

I’d become addicted to listening to his breaths as he fucked me. They alternated between short and shallow, and labored and heavy.

“God, you feel so good, Mason,” I moaned into the pillow. “I can’t get enough.”

I felt him shuddering and speeding up, and his touches became rougher. He only spurred me on, and the warm slip and slide drove me insane. I couldn’t keep still. When he drew out, I arched and pushed against him to get more.

Forcing a hand between my body and the mattress, he sought out my pussy and cupped it firmly, letting his middle finger tease my clit.

“I’m having this for breakfast later.” He squeezed my flesh and made me gasp at the sensations that tore through me. “Shh, darlin’.”

“Please,” I mewled pleadingly. “All fours—please, love.”

He hummed and withdrew his cock. “Come here, then.”

Fuck yes.

I scrambled onto all fours and tried to collect my breath.

“Beg, Lis.”

I flushed.

“Please,” I whispered. “I need you… Only you, Mason. Only your cock.”

He blew out a breath and slid the head of his cock through my wetness. “Music to my ears.”

He entered me again, but slowly this time. Inch by inch, as if he was purposefully torturing me.

“Christ,” he exhaled. “That’s it. That’s my girl.”

All yours.

After he’d ordered me to touch myself “like a good girl,” he was done talking. He fucked me hard, he fucked me deep, he fucked me like a fucking god. And then it was only our quiet noises and skin on skin that filled the air.

Until my goddamn son interrupted.

“Ma!” Brady yelled up the stairs. “We gotta head out in ten!”

Oh my God.

“I’m coming!” I screwed my eyes shut and erased the last five seconds from existence.