He took out his phone and lifted it, taking a picture of us. “As much fun as I’m having here, Mason. Can we go back to your home?”
He smiles at me and says, “No.” I freeze, wondering what he has in mind. “I’m taking us to our home.” He lowers his head, claiming my lips in a breathtaking kiss.
We get in his car, and he gets a message from his friend that my things will be delivered in the morning. I can’t believe he tossed me out like that. Well, I suppose I can, but it still hurts. Looking over at Mason, I push all of that out of my head. What I want to think about is the way Mason’s hands clench the steering wheel like he’s going to break it.
“Is something wrong? You’re gripping the steering wheel so tightly your knuckles are white.”
He gives me a quick glance. “Being this close to you after weeks of trying to get over this insanity makes it hard to breathe. I want to fucking feel every inch of you before I take you deep.” I squirm in my seat because I’m feeling the same way. Getting to his house seems to drag on. When we pull up to the gates they open and standing before me is what looks to be a mansion or damn near close to it.
“Wow, for real?” I exclaim, clasping my hand to my mouth. We aren’t even in the same sphere. I feel like I walked into a different world. I wonder if this is where he brings all his women. The thought pangs me.
“What?”
“This must stun any woman you bring here.”
“Well, other than the once a week cleaning staff, my mom and my assistant, no other woman has been here. I’ve never brought a woman here before. I bought it right after I stopped dating or attempting to date.”
“Wait? How long have you had this mansion?”
He chuckles, “It’s not a mansion, but for three years now.”
“Wow, that’s a lot for a guy in his prime,” I remark. I don’t know why I’m getting into this. It would upset me if he had been with someone right before we met, but I couldn’t shut my mouth. After all, I’m going to give him my virginity.
“Baby, I’m not that old yet; I’m just about to turn thirty next month, but I plan for our prime to last into our sixties,” he murmurs.
We go inside, and as soon as he drops the keys on the table and locks the door, he’s on me devouring my lips, slipping his tongue inside my mouth and owning every inch of it. I pull back breathing hard, but I need to tell him the truth. We don’t get that far because he’s taking off my coat for me and kissing me at the same time. Losing my mind, I tug his jacket off his shoulders. I kick off my shoes, and so does he. Mason growls, sucking on my neck, reminding me there’s something I need to tell him before it’s too late.
“Mason, there’s something I need to tell you,” I pant out.
“You can tell me anything,” he replies against my skin.
“I’m a virgin.” And like that, the mood was gone. He stops kissing me and steps back, looking at me skeptically. Instant regret fills me. Maybe I should have been quiet about it.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. I don’t think that’s something to joke about.” I feel so mortified. I’m only going to be twenty-one. It’s not like I’m in my late twenties or something.
“No, there’s no laughing here,” he growls, moving quickly to me. He flips me over his shoulder, carrying in a hurry up the stairs.
Chapter 9
Mason
I can’t get her in bed fast enough. She’s mine to keep and only mine. I nearly came when she told me that she saved her pussy for me. I drop her onto the mattress. “Woman, I’m doing my best to hold it together, but I want to fuck you hard and rough.”
“Do whatever you want,” she moans.
“I will.” I tug off my sweater and tee. “Take off your clothes and show me what’s mine, Winter.” She blushes, hesitates, then slowly lifts her top over her head. I freeze with my hands on my loosened belt, staring at her large beautiful breasts covered by a lacy cream bra. Her pretty mounds peak over the material, causing my balls to rise up and my pants to tighten. I whip my belt out of the loops and stalk toward the bed, climbing on top and pushing Winter down onto the pillows.
“Mason,” Winter moans, clutching onto the sheets. I drop my head down, sucking on the tops of her perky tits. I hadn’t noticed how big they were until she took off her coat at dinner. Since then, I’ve imagined the feel of them in my mouth, hands, and around my dick. My hands reach around and drag the fabric down, revealing her hard, dusky pink nipples. The tip of my tongue rolls around her peak before I suck it between my lips. “Fuck,” she cries out, thrusting her chest out.