29. Mason

Mason

T he first thing that wakes me up in the morning is my phone ringing.

The second is Hannah’s ass grinding against my cock.

“Mmm . . .” she moans, soft and sweet. I hiss out a breath through my teeth, my cock already rock fucking hard and she’s barely touched me.

She shifts against me and I damn near go cross-eyed.

“Little doe,” I bite in her ear and she goes still. I roll my hips into her ass, my fingers tightening on her waist and her breath hitches. “What were you dreaming about?”

She doesn’t open her eyes, but she chuckles lightly, her cheeks flaming in the pale glow emanating from the window. It’s raining still, and the sounds of water pattering against the house cast everything in shades of blue and gray.

“I’m not telling you that.”

“So, now you’re awake.” I shift against her again, aligning my hips to run my cock over the seam of her panties. I could snap them and sink inside her. With only two layers between us, she’s warm and sweet and I can feel her wetness coating me through my boxers.

Fuck this.

Leaning down, I use my arm under her to tug her to me until her back is pressed into my front. A soft moan slips free when I kiss the inside of her neck and slip my hand down her stomach.

I don’t know what time it is, but I never sleep more than a few hours at a time. Call it what you will, but I’m used to a couple hours a night.

What I’m not used to is waking up to my pretty little obsession wet and wanting.

I knew moving her in would be a bad idea.

I roll my hips into her ass, stroking the head of my cock over her pussy until her nails dig into the skin of my wrist. I chuckle, repeating the motion, and this time, she arches back to meet my thrusts.

“ Fuck . . .” I grit. I fist the lacy strap of her panties, toying with the idea of decimating them. They’re in my way.

“Mason . . .” she breathes, my name a plea on her lips and that’s all I need to lose every ounce of fucking self-control I have.

Rolling onto my back, I tug her over me. She comes, breathless as she straddles me, her cheeks burning brightly.

“I have morning breath.”

I shake my head. “I don’t give a fuck.”

She cocks her head at me defiantly. “Well, I do .”

She slips down my legs and my fist tightens in her hair, holding her there.

“I swear to God, Hannah, if you leave this bed—” I growl, but she reaches up, pressing a finger to my lips to silence me. If I weren’t so fucking surprised, I’d bite her.

“We’re uneven,” she says as if that’s supposed to mean something to me, but with a flush in her cheeks of shy embarrassment, she slips even lower, between my legs.

Fuck. Me.

“Hannah,” I warn when she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and grips me through my boxers. It’s not confident. It’s nervous and self-conscious.

It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

“Are you going to keep talking or are you going to let me do this?” She cocks a brow at me.

Little fucking brat.

My spine stiffens when she slips my boxers down, a breath hissing out through my teeth when she wraps her palm around me for the first fucking time.

Fuck, I’ve waited years to feel her hand wrapped around my cock.

“Fine, little doe,” I grit, leaning back against the pillows and tucking my arm behind my head to watch her. “You win.”

A small, mischievous smile tugs at her lips and she repeats the motion and I swear every fucking muscle in my body tightens.

Carefully, she leans down as if the task of taking me in her mouth is daunting and runs her tongue along the head of my cock.

“Fuck,” I bite, a groan rumbling through my chest from the simple little motion. Hannah squirms, readjusting on the bed and moving lower to run her tongue up the underside of my shaft and it’s all I can do not to fist her hair and pry that pretty little mouth open. “Stop playing with it,” I rasp when she runs her lips over me, and her cheeks flame.

“Are you always this moody about your blow jobs? Maybe you’re not in the right mood.” If she knew what her taunting did to me, she’d be singing a different tune.

“When I’ve been waiting years, yeah, I fucking am.”

She eyes me cynically, wrapping her palm around me again.

“You honestly expect me to believe you haven’t slept with anyone else in years?”

Reaching down, I grip her hair in a fist, tugging her gaze up to meet mine when she tries to swirl her tongue around my tip.

“Let me make myself clear, little doe. I’ve waited years to see that pretty mouth choking on my cock. Suck.”

Her lip trembles, a shaky sigh leaving her throat when I release my hold. She lowers back down, her eyes half-lidded and hazy because that’s what Hannah and I are.

Fucking toxic. Fucking broken. Pieced together by the same tragedy and fear.

My roughness should make her run. Unfortunately for her, it only makes her want me more.

The moment she slips her lips around me, it feels like coming home. My head falls back and I let out a growl, my hand resting on top of her cinnamon-colored waves tightening, but not moving her. I’ll let her set the pace, for now.

“That’s it,” I rumble, my body tight with the need to feel her taking all of me. She moans in response, the vibrations sending a shot of fire down my spine. “All of it.”

She slips me deeper, her hand wrapping around the bottom of my cock to feed my length between her lips. It’s fucking intoxicating, seeing my pretty little doe on her knees in front of me, her lips wrapped around my cock. I ball my other fist behind my head to keep from winding it through her hair and making her swallow the rest of me.

“Such a fucking good girl,” I grit through my teeth when she manages to slip more than half my length into her mouth. “You look so fucking pretty taking my cock.”

She moans in acquiescence, lashes fluttering softly against her cheeks. My phone buzzes again, from the nightstand, but I ignore it.

I don’t give a fuck who’s dying. They can wait.

“You like being my whore?”

She glares up at me, but I see the way her thighs clench, perfect ass in the air I would love nothing more than to take a bite of. She can deny it all she wants. She likes my filthy words almost as much as she likes sucking my cock.

Slowly, tortuously, she works my cock into the back of her throat, bottoming out before she’s sliding back up. This madness goes on for what feels like both a lifetime and a millisecond. The need to come and fill her pretty throat sends a lance of fire down my spine and I pump my hips up into her once.

Fuck, I’m being gentle, but it’s not enough. I need more of her. I need her fast and hard. Fucking rough.

I need all of her.

I stroke the top of her head, slowly guiding her over my length as she works to swallow me. Her hand strokes the bottom of my shaft as she takes me faster until drool drips down her chin and soaks my cock.

Fucking perfection.

She chokes, pulling back and I damn near cry from the loss of her.

“Sorry,” she whispers, wiping her chin, before moving back to my cock. “I’m not used to this.”

I still. “Is this your first time, Hannah?”

She looks embarrassed. “Yes,” she breathes.

Fuck. Me.

“Little doe, I’m going to ruin you.”

She nods slowly before pulling me back between her lips. The knowledge that I’m the first man to have her mouth sets a new fire in my veins. The need to consume her. Own her.

Keep her.

“Keep sucking, just like that,” I rasp, using my hands to guide her down on my cock.

I don’t push her as far as I’d like—until she’s got more of me than air in her lungs, but I get damn near close when my phone buzzes again.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I grit under my breath, stilling my hand on her head. She pauses while I reach for it, checking the screen. “Holy shit.”

It’s past noon. We slept in.

“Hello?”

“Hey, boss . . .” Ian starts awkwardly. “You guys coming to work today?”

My gaze flicks down the bed to Hannah who cocks her head, a devious look glistening in her eyes. I shake my head in warning, daring her, but she still lowers, swallowing me again and I have to bite back the groan that threatens to tear free from my lips.

“We’re on our way.”

“Hannah, too?”

I grit my teeth. It wasn’t my intention to clue the guys in that Hannah would be staying with me for the foreseeable future but fuck it.

“Yeah,” I growl when Hannah moans around my cock, sending a shudder through me. I’m going to fucking come soon and I for damn sure don’t want Ian on the line, distracting me when I do. “Some shit happened last night. We’ll be there soon.”

“You got it.”

I hang up the phone before he can say anything else and toss it to the bed beside me to take Hannah’s face in my hands.

“Reach down and rub that perfect little cunt. I want you coming when I do,” I grit and she obliges, slipping her hands into the front of her panties and swirling them around her clit. She shivers when she does and I use my hands on her head to guide her over me, forcing myself to hold back from fucking her mouth like I want. “That’s it, baby.”

She whimpers, the sound a pleading grip on my balls as they tighten with my impending orgasm.

“You have five seconds to come, Hannah. Show me your tongue.”

She meets my gaze and in a second, she’s shuddering over me as the pleasure wracks through her, her eyes fluttering. I pull out at the last second, groaning with the force of my orgasm rushing through me. I shoot, coating her tongue and lips, her cheek until the world feels like it’s going to fall off its fucking axis.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I’ve never come that hard before in my life.

Hannah coughs, and somehow, watching her swallow everything I gave her is the sexiest fucking thing she’s done yet.

“Come here,” I murmur, pissed off at the tremor rolling through my hands when I reach for her.

Carefully, she slips back up the bed when I sit up, grabbing her shirt from last night to clean the come off her cheek. Tears stream from the corners of her eyes and run down her face and I wipe them with my thumbs. “These are the only tears I want to see.”

Fuck, I could look at her for hours.

“What did Ian want?” she asks, her cheeks burning.

“It’s noon.”

Her eyes go wide.

“We have to go.”

“We do.”

Still, I don’t release her.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” She actually sounds offended. Like my looking at her and wondering how the fuck I found her is something bad.

“Wondering how long it would take to make you come again,” I lie and she rolls her eyes, attempting to pull away from me. I grab her around the waist before she can leave the bed and back into my chest. “Was I really your first, little doe?”

She bites her lip, refusing to look at me.

“Was it that obvious?”

I press my lips to her ear, nipping the lobe and drawing a startled gasp from her lips. She shivers at my stubble against her soft skin, but she doesn’t pull away.

“Someday, I’m going to ruin you, Hannah Gaines, and when I do, you won’t ever ask an idiotic question like that again. You may hate me, but my cock, my fingers, my tongue will be the only ones that make this perfect little cunt sing.”

She swallows over the lump in her throat, releasing a shaky breath. I can tell she wants to ask what that means, but I don’t give her the option, tightening my hand in her hair and turning her face around toward mine.

This kiss is rough, on the precipice of turning into something more, and fuck if I don’t want to bury myself in her and tie her to my bed so she’ll never leave.

I have no control when it comes to her.

“Get dressed,” I murmur darkly and finally, I release her. “Before I do something stupid.”

She doesn’t ask before quietly slipping from the bed. She pauses a foot away and turns back to stare at me, her green eyes flashing with something new before it’s quickly replaced with a mask of indifference.

“For the record,” she says softly. “I could never hate you.”

And then she exits through the door, quietly shutting it behind her without another word.

The rain from last night decides to continue most of the day. I’m not complaining. It keeps the heat out of the air and sends a nice cool breeze through the garage with the fan. Besides, SoCal rarely gets enough rain to make a difference and after the summer we’ve had, we can fucking use it.

Hannah and I arrive at exactly twelve-thirty and Ian and Puke pretend they don’t notice the hickey I left on Hannah’s neck. It’s humorous, actually, seeing them squirm, but fortunately, both of them keep a respectable distance from her.

I’ve been up in the office a few times today. Each time, she’s so engrossed in her work that she pretends to pay no attention to me. I’m not an idiot, though and I can see the way her shoulders tense when I come in the room and I almost laugh.

So this morning got to her, too.

You want the truth? I’m fucking reeling. Having her lips wrapped around my cock has been a personal fantasy for years, but seeing the real thing?

Fucking nirvana.

If I’d thought I could wipe this addiction away by dosing myself with her until I was tired of her, I was dead fucking wrong.

Now, I only want more.

I meant what I said earlier. Someday she’ll learn the truth, but before that happens, I plan to have her so fucking addicted to me, that she won’t even think about leaving.

Is it right?

No.

Do I give a fuck?

Also no.

Drying her tears last night solidified that, but then I’ve always been in this deeper than her.

By five, I let Ian and Puke cut out early, but Hannah’s not done in the office, so I stay back, cleaning up, organizing shit. I’m not used to this new domestic reality we’ve taken on in the last seventy-two hours, so I have no fucking idea what I’m doing.

It’s not until I’m contemplating throwing Hannah over my shoulder and carrying her home to finish what we started this morning that my phone buzzes in my pocket.

Ian.

Odd.

“Hello?

“They’re coming.”

I don’t have to ask to know who the fuck they are.

“ Fuck ,” I bite, tossing the wrench I’m holding onto the tool cart. It rattles with a deafening clang, but it does nothing to drown out the roar of blood in my ears. “Where?”

“A couple blocks away. You need to get Hannah out of there,” Ian says and my entire body goes on alert.

Fuck.

Fuck .

And then, before I can even fucking react, the rumble from multiple engines sounds down the street.

Shit.

“They’re already here.”

“I’m coming back,” Ian declares.

“No. Go home.” I’m already heading toward the office door.

“Mason—”

“Go home, Ian.”

I end the call, tossing my phone on the counter as soon as I enter. Hannah who was singing softly to the radio on the desk as she organizes the last of tonight’s invoices, jumps like I’d fired a shot. Under different circumstances, I would almost feel guilty for scaring her after the other night. Right now, we don’t have time to care.

Not with the cartel on our doorstep.

“You need to go.”

Her brows knit together in confusion when I grab her bag and wrap an arm around her waist, forcefully tugging her from her spot behind the counter and toward the door to the garage.

“What’s wrong?” she demands, surprise coloring her voice. Worry pools in those fucking eyes and my chest clenches with something sharp and ugly. I need her out of the shop. Out of sight. Out of fucking danger. My chest feels ridiculously tight at the thought of them finding her. Possessive. Murderous.

This has got to be my fucking karma.

“No time. Go through the back and right across to the house.” I don’t want her walking home alone, but I also don’t want her here when Cortez gets here. “I’ll explain later.”

“Mason,” she snaps, tugging a hand free and my palms are just sweaty enough that she manages. “You can’t keep—”

I don’t know what she was going to say and quite frankly, I don’t care. I tug her against my chest, grip her chin, and silence her with a rough kiss.

That shuts her up.

“You said you trust me. Well, now’s the time to prove it, little doe.” My voice is rough and her eyes widen with concern. “Go home and don’t leave the house until I come for you.”

“Are we in danger?”

Fucking always, it seems.

“Go,” I push her toward the garage door and follow her out. “Back door.”

“Going somewhere?”

Everything in my body fills with cement.

Hannah freezes, her mouth falling open at the group of men in the room around us.

Fuck. Me.

As far as bad shit goes, this pretty much takes the cake.

Cortez. I don’t know his first name. Probably evil motherfucker, if I had to guess. He stands in the center of the garage— my garage—with a devilish smirk on his face.

He knows exactly what my plan was.

And now he knows my weakness.

He chuckles, that same sinister grin flashing a set of bright, white teeth. “You’re a dead man.”

I step in front of Hannah. No need to stand on formality. Unfortunately, my shielding her doesn’t mean much, and now that he’s seen her, I can tell by the black glint in his eyes . . . he’s going to use her against me.

“We’re closed, Cortez.”

Cortez smiles brightly, though there’s a sinister glint to the way he bares his teeth. As if he wouldn’t hesitate to rip your throat out if you pushed him to it.

“Well, I think the owner would make an exception for me, don’t you?” He chuckles and a couple of his men follow suit. Fucking sheep. “Of course, the customer’s always right.”

Another round of laughter.

“If you’ve come to check up on us, we’re good,” I grit. Hannah’s hand rests on my lower back and I can feel the tremors move through her. “Everything’s been done as it was agreed upon.”

Of course, I didn’t agree on shit, but we don’t need to get into the details.

Cortez continues to smile, the wicked glint in his eyes unfaltering.

“Yes, I suppose, though, we are going to have to start ramping up production here, soon. We’re expanding.”

“I don’t have the room. I have a business to run.”

“And you’ll run it,” he growls aggressively, his eyes flashing black, “however I tell you to run it.”

He walks back and forth in front of me, his steps slow like a cat. Calculated to hide his next move. Cortez is a loose cannon. In the two years they’ve been showing up at my garage, forcing me to do their fucking bidding, he’s only been here once. The first night.

The night everything changed.

“You see, Mr. Carpenter,” Cortez wraps an arm around my shoulders and though he’s considerably shorter than me, I let him because it’s better to go with it and fight when needed than to fight now and risk him hurting Hannah. “It appears someone broke into one of my warehouses the other night and fucked around inside . . . you wouldn’t happen to know anything about that?” He pauses, gauging the reaction on my face. I keep my expression neutral, but inside, my blood is boiling just beneath the surface. “Would you?”

“Can’t say I do.”

He chuckles, patting me on the back.

“ Sostenlo. ”

He shoves me as hard as he can and I stumble forward a step, only to be grabbed around the shoulders by two of his men. I rip against their hold, managing to break free for only a moment before the deafening click of a pistol sounds in the air and cold steel presses to my temple.

“No!” Hannah lurches forward, panic in her eyes, but I meet her gaze and she falls back a step.

Cortez chuckles while my heartbeat pounds from the struggle. The bastard loves to scare people. Namely women. He steps right in front of me and now that I’m restrained, he thinks he’s safe. Too bad it took four of his men and a gun to hold me.

“You’ll receive your first shipment within the next couple weeks and you’ll make sure nothing happens to them until they’re ready to be moved. Understood?”

No. Fuck that.

“No.”

He smiles brightly.

“ Uno. ”

The pistol aimed at my head bashes into the back of my skull, but I don’t feel it, save for the blood in my mouth from biting my tongue.

“Let me say it, again,” he purrs, voice sickly sweet. “You’ll hide them, and you aren’t going to say a word to your lovely brother-in-law. That is . . . unless you want to find your sisters in the cage next to them.”

“Go fuck yourself,” I bite between ragged breaths.

He chuckles darkly, shaking his head.

“You’re a big boy, Mason. But you’re not unkillable. You think you can hide behind your ego and I’m just going to tuck tail and run?”

“I don’t care what you do. You’re not bringing them here.”

He runs his tongue over his teeth and gives a final shrug. “Have it your way.”

In a flash, he whirls around and the same gun he used to bust my lip is now pointed directly in the center of Hannah’s forehead.

I’ll fucking kill him .

“Say, does Mama know you’ve got her precious little angel holed up here in this dusty little shack?” Cortez chuckles. I snarl, the sound reverberating through me. Hannah looks past him, at me, then back to him, shivers rolling through her. Her eyes shine with tears and black, all-consuming rage pours through me in waves. I struggle against the men holding me, but another thud of steel connects with the back of my head.

“Well, hello there, beautiful .”

Cortez’s eyes rake over Hannah and he whistles through his teeth.

“Awful lot of people are looking for your sister. You know, she’s pretty and all. Got this beautiful dark, glossy hair.” He reaches out, brushing a lock of hair from Hannah’s face with the end of his pistol. “But you . . . you’re something else.”

Everything in my body recoils; my eyes running red with rage. I want to fucking kill him. I want to break those fingers off and feed them to him, one by one until he’s choking on his own blood for daring to touch her.

For daring to touch what’s mine .

“Mason, you didn’t tell me the governor’s daughter was such a fine little piece of ass.”

Hannah meets my gaze, her lips wobbling when he steps around her, slowly stalking her. A predator. I give her a small, subtle nod that only she would be able to notice. Cortez can sense fear like a shark to blood in the ocean. I need her detached.

“So, you’ve got your cake and you’re eating it, too . . .” He smiles at me over her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back into him. “Can’t say I blame you,” he smirks, the cocky grin on his face the one that will remain burned in my brain the entire time I’m ringing the life from him. His hands roam down her body until his fingers rest just above the waistband of her jeans. “Tell me . . . when you’re fucking her, does it ever cross your mind that she’s what got you into this mess in the first place?”

Fuck.

Hannah’s eyes widen and it’s then she figures it out.

“No?” he presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Well, consider this a warning. The next time I have to come here and make sure you’re keeping in line, I’ll kill her. And if you think I need Mama’s permission, it’s already been granted.”

“ Sueltenlo .”

He shoves Hannah toward me at the same time the men holding me let me go. I catch her and hold her against my chest while Cortez’s men laugh and Cortez heads toward the door of the garage.

“Oh, and Carpenter,” Cortez stops just before the door, turning back to us as Hannah buries her face in my chest. “Tell your mama I said hello.”