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“No, Mason. I don’t want to stop.”

“Thank fuck,” he muttered and buried his face in her neck. She laughed and stroked his hair. When he’d taken several breaths, he sat up and pushed his pants off before giving her a warning look. Before she had time to wonder, he’d latched onto her leggings and pulled, taking them and her underwear with them.

Irrational fear chased away all her lust in seconds. Her leg…the scars…

Mason sat on the couch, naked as the day he was born, and lifted her legs into his lap. Her leg was a maze of scars, the skin around each one puffy and rough.

“I can still hear you screaming in my nightmares.” His touch was featherlight as he caressed each individual scar. “It was the scariest moment of my life. I think it scared me more than the thought of my papa dying. You were bleeding so much, JoJo. All I could think was we had to stop the bleeding, but you bled through the towels. Don’t you ever do that to me again.”

“Trust me, I am never going near a lawn mower again.”

“But as much as I hate what happened, these scars brought you to me. They are why you’re here right now. They’re beautiful, Josephine. Beautiful.”

He lifted her leg and kissed every single scar.

The fear faded and left only Mason and the love he had for her in its place. Her insecurities fled in the wake of the way he kissed her scars, the gentleness he showed her.

He pulled her up, and she straddled him. “You could be covered in warts, and I’d love you. You’d still be the most beautiful girl in my world.”

He always knew what to say to her.

She shifted, and he hissed. The way she was sitting brought his bare cock against her, and he slipped between her folds.

“Fuck. Me.” His head tipped back. “Sweet Jesus…fuck.”

“Mason…” She’d never felt anyone bareback. She and Ray always used condoms. She’d gotten pregnant when the condom broke. Feeling Mason sliding against her, rubbing against her clit…her eyes rolled back into her head.

“I know, baby, I know.” He reached down and grabbed his jeans, fishing his wallet out. He pulled a condom out and made quick work of rolling it on. Then he lifted her up and eased her down over him. They both moaned at the sensation.

Jo moved her hips, rolling them as she slid up and down over him. It had been so long, and the desire that curled in her belly took over every thought as she rode Mason.

“Eyes on me,” he barked when her eyes drifted closed. “I want to see you come, Josephine.”

His hands glided around her back then curled around her shoulders and held her in place, taking control of their movements. She whimpered when he hit that spot high inside that drove her crazy.

“Rub yourself, baby. I’m not gonna last long, and I’m not coming without you.”

Jo was close herself. She wasted no time in finding her clit and doing just what he told her to. The sensations got more intense, everything tuning down to focus on chasing release. The only sounds were of their labored breathing, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and the deep moans he pulled from her each time he thrust deep and hit that spot.

When her release came, Mason drank her screams with his kiss. And still he thrust inside of her until she collapsed against him, unable to sit upright. Shocks rippled through her as he gripped her hips and thrust hard and fast. When she felt him swell and then go rigid, her own walls clenched and spasmed again with his release. She felt him spill inside of her, condom or not, and it was the most amazing feeling. It felt right.

He kissed her shoulder after a few minutes. “I love you, Josephine.”

She hugged him to her. “I love you too, Mason.”

He held her for the longest time, just sitting there with him still buried inside her, stroking her hair.

“Promise me something?”

“What?” She blinked, trying to stay awake.

“Don’t hide from me. Or from you, whatever the fuck that means.”

She smiled. “I promise, no more hiding.”

“Think we should go upstairs and go to bed?”

“You staying the night?”

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