Page 98 of High Sea Seduction

Again, I hear the edge in his voice, and I shudder. We may have been heading down here anyway, but the parameters have changed for him fromneed-to-fucktoneed-to-fuck-hard-enough-to-forget.

I recognize that need for oblivion, the need to fling oneself over the edge and hope the world helps you crash out of existence.

So I turn and face Mason. I wrap both hands around his cock and plead, “Use me. However you want. For as long as you want.”

Relief and gratitude leap in his eyes, and I almost want to cry.

His throat moves as he swallows. “Kitten.”

He cups my skull and slants his mouth over mine. The barely leashed violence in his kiss jacks up my animal arousal, but the human part of me that wants to nourish and care whimpers with concern.

My mind contorts around everything Mason didn’t say during his confession. What did he do to the man who took his son? Was he alive? Was he dead?

I don’t really care. Whatever retribution he received won’t have been enough in my book. But I’m more concerned about the effect it’s left on my lover. I’m even more concerned about what it will mean for us when he finds out what I did.

I realize I’m thinking beyond today, about future revelations and judgments. Future pleas for understanding and forgiveness. I try to check myself from ways to make my case and keep whatever place I have in Mason’s life, but what’s the fucking use?

The circumstances of our meeting set an irreversible path I know I’ll see to its conclusion.

Acceptance seeps through me, and I release the chains ofwhat ifs.

Something in me must have transmitted that decision to him because Mason pulls back and stares at me. “Keely?”

I feel a thousand times more naked and exposed than I am in this moment, but I embrace the vibrant danger and feel alive for the first time in a very long time. “I want you, Mason. Beyond today. Beyond tomorrow. Maybe saying that makes me vulnerable, but I don’t care. I want you.” My voice threatens to break when his eyes widen. “I want you,” I whisper-scream.

He says nothing. Just lowers his head until his forehead rests against mine. We stare into each other’s eyes for an eternity. Then his breath explodes in a shuddering exhale.

“Whatever you have to give, I’ll take it.”

My heart leaps with sharp joy and deadly dread. Because I know I’ll probably give more than is wise. And he’ll leave me less of a shell than I was before.

But for now, I’m in. All the fucking way.

I kiss him. Teeth-mashing hard. The way I know turns him on.

He growls and goes deeper, until I taste blood mingled with our saliva.

My pussy throbs and I open my legs, ready to rub it on whatever body surface I can find.

But Mason catches my restless leg behind the knee and raises it. Before I can fathom what’s going on, another cock is rubbing between my legs, it’s velvety abrasion just what I need. I pull away from the kiss and look down at the artificial intelligence, rubbing its cock head so expertly between my legs. “My God, that’s…” Words fail me and I raise my gaze to Mason’s intensely aroused scrutiny.

“You like that?”

“Ilovethat,” I groan.

He nods and pushes another button. The arms move into a low embrace position. He carefully places my bent knees over one arm and grabs me by the waist. “Put your other leg over.”

I obey, and a moment later, I’m wide open for both him and the outline behind me.

The idea of two Masons continues to blow my mind as the warmth against my back molds and shapes until I’m snug and horny, awaiting my lover’s next pleasure.

Mason crouches before me and blows on my pussy.

I shudder as sensation pulls me under. When his tongue flicks my clit, I grip his hair and moan. He eats me until the first orgasm hits, hard and long.

I’m still convulsing when he stands and rubs my juices, which coat his lips, all over mine. “You ever been double penetrated, baby?” he growls when we’re done licking my taste from each other. “For your sake, I hope the answer is no.”

Since I have no idea what happened to me that weekend six years ago, I reply, “No.”

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