Page 102 of Freaks Of Nature
“Em talks about you all the time. Nice bike, by the way.”
“Thanks,” I say as my heart drops another level.Of course she does.
Fuck!I blow out a breath and run my hand through my hair. I hate this. It isn’t me. I don’t fucking beg. I demand! I take!
I should stick to what I’m good at.
“Hey!” I refocus on the kid who’s still just standing there. “You mind doing me a solid?” I straighten and grab my helmet. “Don’t tell her I was here.”
Jake stares at me confused as I put on my gear and straddle the bike in a sudden hurry. “Um… sure,” he says uneasily.
But the hesitation in his reply tells me he will.
I let the engine roar and take off.
Perfect!I’ll be on her mind all night.
I’m already fucking her.
Em
Istir as a dark, rumbling sound of amusement tickles my dormant consciousness. The distinct timbre resonates with familiarity. It warms my chest.
My eyelids shutter. I smell cologne.
Mason’s.
It doesn’t surprise me that I’m dreaming of him. He’s been on my mind all night. Jake told me he saw Ash in the alley, but when he mentioned the gray kanji on his bike, I knew. It wasn’t Ash who stopped by. It was Mason.
“You’re a heavy sleeper, aren’t you, baby girl?”
My shorts are gone. I went to bed wearing them, but in my dream I’m naked from the waist down. I can feel him.Oh my God,can I feel him.
“Such a good girl…” His hips pull back. “You come for me even while you’re asleep… calling out my name.”
His mouth slants over mine, and then there’s pressure as the pierced head of his cock enters me.
We both moan.
“Such a good. Fucking. Girl,” his coarse voice grates out.
A firm grip claims the back of my knee. Mason retreats and slides deeper, but he doesn’t force it. He opens me gradually, drawing a chorus of whimpers.
I give myself over. Thighs spread and my arms up by my head, my hips rock into him. I surrender to the dream.
The friction between us is slick. He feels so good. Each thrust drives me higher, and my toes curl as the sensation in my belly crests. I think I’m actually going to climax.
“That’s it, baby.” Mason picks up his pace, slamming his hips into me with growing urgency. “You’re going to come for me again. I want to feel you.”
Come for him again?My hazy mind finally catches on. I taste myself in his kiss. It’s too real.
No!
A flare ignites in my chest, ripping me away from the edge of my orgasm when my eyes fly open. My sight comes into focus to find Mason on top of me, my legs hiked up at his sides.
He flashes me a crooked grin. My shirt is pushed up, laying my breasts bare, and I have a pretty good idea where else his mouth has been.
I notice a cut at his left brow that’s maybe a day old.Was he in a fight?
