The Price of Mason (Forbidden Men 10)

I cut her off with a roar of laughter.

“Reese. Jesus, you are too cute. I don’t care about them. I just know I want you to touch it. I want your hands on me. Right here.”

I cupped myself, letting her know it was totally okay for her to do so as well.

Her eyes went wide as she watched me, and in their depth, I saw the gleam of temptation.

“My goodness, Mr. Lowe,” she murmured, fanning herself. “I think that’s just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Then you haven’t seen nothing yet.” Wanting to put on a show to really please her, I fisted the entire length through my boxer briefs and began to stroke, up, then down. “I ache so badly for you right now, Reese, just thinking about sliding into you has me...”

With a groan, I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, shuddering with need.

“Well, we can’t have that.” Fingers gripped the hem of my underwear before she tugged them down, making me lose my grip on myself.

I opened my eyes to watch as she unveiled me. And I have to admit, the shock on her face when she stripped me bare was worth it.

“Holy Mary, Mother of God. That’s definitely the biggest I’ve ever seen.”

Yes, and that is what every guy wants to hear, no doubt about it.

But I was still curious. “Just how many have you seen?”

She glanced up. “Including you? Two.” Then she crouched close to my straining cock and cooed in a high voice as if she were addressing an infant. “Hey there, big fellow. You don’t bite, do you?”

This girl. I swear. She was going to kill me with her quirky ways. I laughed, only to groan in frustration a second later. “Damn it, Reese. Your sense of humor is going to drive me crazy before this day is over.”

“What?” She looked honestly confused.

“Just touch it already,” I pleaded from between clenched teeth.

She did, but only to gently pet her way down the length with two tentative fingers as if trying to go easy and tame a wild animal.

Sweat beaded on my b

row. “You are such a comedian. You know that’s not what I meant by touch it. It’s not a freaking dog.”

“Um, no. I’d say this thing is more the size of a bull.”

I gave a choked laugh. Only Reese could make sexual torture so fun.

Suddenly she sat back, scowling at me and pressing her hands to her hips as if ready to deliver the scolding of a lifetime. “Now, why am I doing all the touching here? You haven’t inspected one inch of me yet. Don’t you like what you see?”

I groaned, wishing she wouldn’t make me go there yet. It’d be over in a minute if we started down that road. “I love everything I see,” I admitted, clutching the sheets under me in order to keep from reaching for her already. “But if I touch you right now, that’s it. I won’t be able to stop. I wanted to make sure you have all your playtime in before I got started.”

And just like that, she smiled, pleased. “Aww.” Stroking my belly and coming teasingly close to my cock, she murmured, “Thinking of me first. That’s so sweet. Thank you.”

“Yeah, I’m a frigging saint. Now will you please touch my dick like you mean it before the damn thing explodes?”

She tsked and shook her head. “Oh, all right.”

Then she leaned down and licked me, from base to tip.

And to steal Reese’s phrase: Holy Mary, Mother of God, I’d never experienced anything like it.

I shouted her name, my hips jerking up to seek more.

Reese scowled, lifting up to arch me an annoyed glance. “What did I do wrong this time?”