32. Reed

Reed

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By the time Mason gets home, my nerves are getting the better of me. I felt bold earlier at the shop, but now, not so much.

Even though I spent six years with a man, I never really experimented sexually. It made Carter uncomfortable to do anything interesting in the bedroom, even if I'm sure he had no problem when he was with other women.

But Mason is anything but boring. He takes me like he wants me any and every way I'll hand myself to him. And after years of reading all the smutty books I could get my hands on, I have so many things I've never had the freedom to explore that I want to now.

Mason's sneakers squeak with each step as he makes his way down the hallway. He's too big of a guy to do anything discreetly, so I know he's coming. And when he turns the corner to his room and spots me on his bed, every muscle in his hard body tenses.

His tight T-shirt shows off every carved inch of his chest beneath, and his forearms flex when he clenches his fists at the sight of me.

He's holding back, and it's clear it's taking all his patience to do so. I'd feel bad if that wasn't the point. But just as he's been downstairs all afternoon wondering what I'm doing up here, I've been up here alone, thinking about him.

I never had much of a sex drive. If I felt really pent-up, I'd take care of it. But Mason brings out this carnal urge I'm only now becoming familiar with. And when he issued his challenge earlier, I couldn't help taking him up on it.

Every time I came today was for him. But nothing took the edge off, when I need to be full in the way only he can make me.

"Fucking hell, Reed." His gaze scans my naked body splayed out on his bed.

I've always been self-conscious of my curves but not with Mason. He stares like he's looking at true beauty, and it warms me through to my heart at one glance.

His hands flex like he's trying to restrain himself from not touching me, and I'm instantly aching in my core.

"Hi, honey, you're home," I tease, realizing only after how domestic that sounded.

I'd backtrack if I didn't love the idea of me being the one he comes home to every day. So I let it sit there, leaving it up to him to tell me if this is too much.

After he opened up to me the night of his allergic reaction, I'm having a hard time denying that this has changed. And even if he was under the influence, I don't doubt he meant what he said.

Mason walks into the room, stopping at the bottom of the bed, directly in front of me, not taking his eyes off my body. He's still fully clothed, but it does nothing to hide his excitement when there's a clear bulge pressing tightly against his jeans.

"Were you a good girl?" Mason asks.

I bite my lip, nodding.

"Let me see."

Slowly, I tip my knees open, exposing myself to him. Reaching down, I drag my fingers over myself, and I'm still soaking. I have been since I left him at the shop earlier. And even if the room is dim, with only a few candles lit, I'm sure he can see the proof as I drag my fingers in and out of my pussy.

His jaw clenches as I drive my fingers in again, and I sense the exact moment he snaps. His knees hit the bed, and he grabs my ankles, pulling me to him and diving between my legs.

I barely have time to pull my fingers out before his tongue is on me—in me. He's ravenous, taking me like he fucks me when I ask for it rough. His scruff scratches the inside of my thighs, and it's the best kind of burning sensation.

My hands fly into his hair, and my nails dig into his scalp when he drives his tongue in deeper.

I figured I was broken, that I just wasn't the kind of girl who could come during sex. Mason proves that wrong again and again. And as his tongue drags up to my clit and runs in perfect circles, he proves it once more.

My body's been on edge all day, waiting for him to take me the way I need him to. So it doesn't take much for him to set me off. I detonate, grabbing onto his hair. Near blacking out as my climax rips through me. I come so hard I don't realize I'm holding his face between my legs.

Not that he seems to mind, since he's smiling when I finally release him.

"You're so fucking sweet, Sticks." He drags his hands up the inside of my thighs, running his thumbs over my clit. My body jumps from being overly sensitive. "But you're not done coming for me yet. We're celebrating, after all. Aren't we?"

I nod, unable to hold back my smile.

Mason grabs the back of his T-shirt, stripping it off before slowly unbuttoning his pants.

The second he hops off the bed and shoves his jeans down, I'm aching for him to be inside me.

"Keep looking at me like that and I'll put you on your knees for me."

"Don't tempt me, big guy."

He grins, shaking his head.

I love that he meets me wherever I am. Whether we're being playful or serious. He accepts me without judgment. I've never enjoyed being with a person like I do with him. Where I'm at peace to be completely myself.

Sitting up, I climb to my knees and crawl to him at the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of him.

"Where are you going?"

"Nowhere." I plant my hands on his chest, looking up into those blue eyes that are the pit of the warmest fire.

The heat that nursed my cold heart back to life.

The man who believed in me enough to just let me be myself.

No expectations.

"Nowhere, huh?" He rests his hands over mine, and I'm sure we're both thinking the same thing.

He's in front of me, waiting for me to break his heart or meet him where he's at. A cliff I wasn't ready to jump off until he reminded me, I have wings.

"Right, nowhere," I whisper, tracing his chest with my fingers. "Did you mean it when you said you love me?"

Mason presses his lips together, but he doesn't look shocked. "So that wasn't a dream then?"

I shake my head.

"Shit." He wipes his palm down his face, and I realize I might have just fucked this up royally.

If he thought it was a dream, maybe he didn't mean it.

I shift like I'm going to sit back, but he cups my jaw, holding me in place.

"I'm not saying shit because I regret saying it, Reed." He runs his thumb over my cheek. "Yes, I fucking meant it. I love you so badly, I can hardly stand it. But I didn't mean to put that on you when you're going through so much."

Reaching up, I drag my fingers through his hair.

"You're right, I've been going through a lot. And I'm not done processing it all yet. But if you think I've been holding back because I'm still in love with him, that's not the case. Honestly, I don't think I ever really loved Carter because if what we had was love, it wouldn't have felt like that. Manipulation isn't love." I trace my fingers down Mason's jaw to his chest, until I've planted my palm on his heart. "You don't try and influence me or control me. You want me to be who I am. And Mason, I want that for you too. The good, the bad, the ugly; I hope you know I accept all of it. I accept all of you."

His jaw clenches as he plants his hand over mine. "I'm not good enough for you, Reed."

"You are. Just like I'm good enough for you, even if I didn't believe that when I first came here. And do you want to know why?"

He nods, words not getting out, and I've never seen him this vulnerable.

"Because yes… we're both fractured and still healing, but we don't bring out the pain in each other. We bring out the good. You bring out my good, Mason. And that's all I want to do for you."

A tear slips down my cheek, and he wipes it away.

"I don't want to leave. I don't want to move back to San Francisco. I'm not saying we have to keep living together because I get if that's a little fast. But honestly, I don't want to be anywhere else. I love you too, Mason. And you make me feel brave enough to admit that."

His entire body relaxes with his exhale. The tension that's absorbed us since we met dissipates. And it's just the two of us. Bare of clothes and emotions, in front of each other with the raw truth searing our hearts.

Mason cups my jaw in both my hands. "This place isn't home without you, Reed. I'm not home without you. I love you so fucking much."

He leans down to kiss me, and my heart hands itself over. It could be too soon, and I could still be figuring myself out, but Mason gives me the space to do that. We heal together. Not for each other, but for ourselves.

His body presses to mine, his hard length firm against my stomach. I reach down between us and grab his thick shaft, loving the growl that rips from his chest when I do.

"Are you going to fuck me now, big guy?" I grin at him.

He nips at my lower lip before pushing me back onto the bed and climbing over me. "You better believe it."

He rubs his cock through me, and my eyes roll back. But then he pauses when he spots something sitting beside me on the mattress.

"What's that?"

I glance at the black tie beside my head; the nerves kick up again. "Umm, it can wait."

I grab it and try to toss it off the bed, but Mason catches it, kneeling back between my legs and wrapping the black tie around his fists as he looks it over.

It's borderline pornographic and still nothing compared to what thoughts he has running through my head.

"Sticks…" He smirks at me. "What were you doing with this?"

"I wasn't doing anything. It's more like, I was hoping you would."

He looks from me to the tie.

"I've always wondered what it would be like to be tied up. You know, when we…"

"Fucked?"

I swallow hard, nodding.

"You're comfortable with that?"

"With you? Yes." I prop myself up. "But if it's too much, I get it. I don't want you thinking I'm some freak."

"Reed." Mason leans forward, wrapping a hand around the back of my head so I have to face him. "You can be as freaky as you want. You're not going to scare me. You want me to tie you up and fuck you. I'm happy to oblige."

The devious grin that climbs his cheeks has my core tightening.

Mason releases me back onto the bed and takes my hands, binding the tie around them before pulling them over my head and securing them to the headboard.

Whatever I imagined pales in comparison to him over me. Me at his mercy.

He straddles my chest as he secures my hands, and his hard cock is right in front of my face, so I'm not surprised when he catches me staring.

Once my hands are locked in place, he grabs his cock, holding it right over my mouth.

"Lift your head."

I do the best I can in this position.

"Spit on it. Make it nice and wet."

I don't know where this man came from or how I deserve him, but as I look into his eyes and spit on his cock while he pumps his fist over it, I'm pretty sure he was meant for me.

"Good girl." Mason climbs down my body, holding himself at my pussy before smacking my clit with it.

The sting ignites my core, and I moan with my need for him. "Mason."

"Yes, Reed?" He holds himself over me, smacking me with his cock again. "Need something?"

"Fuck me." I tip my head back. "Please, fuck me."

His tongue runs the length of my jaw, and then he's thrusting inside me. Giving me what my body's been craving all afternoon. What it's been craving my whole life.

I pull against the restraints, desperate to touch him, but I'm at his mercy.

Mason moves over me like waves striking. He dips to take my nipple between his teeth, arching so his hips bottom out at that exact moment.

"You like that?"

"Yes," I moan. "God, that feels so good. You feel so good, Mason."

"Tell a girl you love her, and she gets all freaky." He kisses a path up my neck. "Not that I'm complaining. Now I see what all the fuss is about."

"You act like you've never said it before."

Mason looks down at me. "I haven't."

That sinks in as he hits me deep. As he connects with my soul, and my body starts to react to him.

My back arches as he grabs my breast, playing with my nipple and using the advantage to bite my neck.

"I love you," he whispers against my throat. "I love you."

He fucks me with all his love. He hands me everything I need. The fantasy, the care. His cock hits me so deep; I'm shattering around him.

And as I break apart for him, I whisper my truth back. Knowing for the first time it's not coming from my rational mind. It's carved from my heart, just for him.

"I love you too."