Page 189 of Between Regrets and Promises

Mason sets the cans down, then wraps his arms around my waist. “Wedding vows?” He pops a brow. “I think the guy is supposed to do the proposing, but…”

“That wasnota proposal,” I say pointedly, but I can’t wipe the smile off my face.

“Why not? We’re already living together. Haveamazingchemistry.” Mason leans down and presses a kiss to my nose. “Pretty sure you’re obsessed with my cock.You love me.”

I smirk. “And you’re clearly humble.”

Mason cups my cheeks, claiming my lips and stealing my breath away. “Amongst many other qualities, right?” He winks before sneaking another kiss.

I snort at the way he waggles his brows. “Just feed me.”

“You’ve got it, woman.”

After devouring our food, we sit on the couch with mugs of coffee and catch up onLucifer. Mason rubs my feet as we settle into a comfortable silence, laughing at the TV and sneaking side glances. I rub the heel of my foot against his dick, knowing it won’t take much to get him hard. Though I’m a little sore fromour marathon sex last night, I can’t get enough of him. Things feel so natural, sorightwith him, and I love spending these quiet Saturdays together with only the two of us.

As soon as the thought enters my mind, the front door bursts open, and Liam barrels into the living room wearing the same clothes he left in last night.

“Afternoon walk of shame?” I tease.

Liam wrinkles his nose, sniffing. “It smells like sex in here. Did you guys finally do it?” He narrows his eyes. “Wait. Did you do it inhere?”

“Have you two ever had boundaries?” I ask Mason.

“Nope. Not for lack of trying, though.”

“Yeah, you two totally did it,” he says, walking into the kitchen. “About damn time. But that means I’m gonna need noise-canceling headphones. I bet Soph’s a screamer.” He laughs to himself, then walks back into the living room with three beers in his hands. “Am I right?”

“Might be time to have that boundaries chat again.” I pat Mason’s leg with a mischievous grin and grab one of the beers. “I’ll be in my room.” I round the couch, then wink before leaving the two of them alone.

It takes Mason less than five minutes to charge into my bedroom and lock the door behind him. I’m sitting propped up against my headboard with a book, my eyes scanning the sentences when I feel him between my thighs. I hold back a smirk, keeping my gaze glued on the pages in front of me. He slides his hands up my legs, under my shorts, and finds my sweet spot.

“What’re you doing?” I ask without looking at him.

“Oh, nothing. Keep reading your little book.”

“I’d hardly call it little,” I muse. “It’s a Teddy Leigh novel.”

“Oh, right. Your loverboy. Well…don’t mind me then.” He pulls my panties to the side and pushes a finger in. My breathhitches, but I don’t move. I’m not reading a damn word on the page, but I’ll gladly play his teasing game.

“Don’t worry, I won’t. This book is too damn good anyway.”

“Is that so?” He adds a second finger, thrusting harder and faster. “How about now?”

“I’m sorry, are you doing something?” I playfully yawn, flipping the page.

Mason rubs circles around my clit with his thumb, and my hips arch to greet him.

“I think you like that.” I hear the smile in his voice, but I’m not giving in yet.

“Not sure what you’re talking about.” I bite down on my lower lip to stop from moaning. Then the bastard increases his pace, calling my bluff.

“Your wet pussy knows what I’m talking about. Fuck, it’s squeezing my fingers so goddamn tight.” Mason’s words have my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he takes my body closer to the edge.

“Fine, you win,” I say, tossing the book to the floor. “Don’t stop doing that.” My back nearly flies off the bed as he sinks deeper.

Mason yanks his hand away, and when my eyes pop open, he’s shoving both fingers between his lips, then sucks them. “Always so fucking sweet.”

“You enjoy messing with me, don’t you?”

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