Page 99 of Penalty Box
“How’d you guess?” He smirked. “You’re ruining my rep.”
“Oh, please,” I scoffed. “I’m the reason you have a rep to begin with.”
He studied me for a beat, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Say what you want, but you’re the one who fell in love with me, remember? I can’t be all that bad.”
We talked a little about the upcoming season, and how my dad was forcing them to up their training. Next year, theyweren’t going to let the Cup slip through their fingers. And even as we joked and talked shop, there was something going on with Mason. He couldn’t stay still, and kept fidgeting with his pants.
“You sure you’re okay?” The food was gone, and I was nursing the last few sips of my drink.
He gave a stiff nod and stood up.
“Uh, what are you—?”
Without warning or fanfare, he dropped to one knee.
I froze.
Mason fished a small velvet box from his pocket, and I finally realized what he’d been nervous about.
“Cass, we’ve traveled a long road together,” he said, his gaze never leaving mine. “You’ve been my solid rock when the ground insisted on giving way under my feet. You’ve been my knight in shining armor when I needed it most, and now I’m asking you to be my love. Forever. In case that part wasn’t obvious. Will you marry me?”
I laugh-cried as he slowly opened the box to reveal a ring like no other.
“Oh, Mason…”
“I made it,” he said proudly, carefully lifting it from the box and sliding it onto my outstretched finger. “Took metalwork lessons and everything.”
”It’s beautiful,” I said, sniffing through the purest joy I’d ever felt.
The ring was perfect. Shaped by Mason’s hands, and inlaid with a single stone that caught the light like a promise.
He pulled me to my feet and, hand clasping mine, he led me back into the workshop. The second the door clicked behind us, he had me up against the wall between two shelving units. Ourmouths crashed together, frantic but sweet. His hands gripped my hips, fingers pressing through my coveralls. I could feel how hard he was already, his cock straining against the confines of his jeans.
I helped him peel out of them, and he did the same for me. We’d done this a thousand times, but it still felt brand new every damn time.
My underwear was soaked, clinging between my legs as his hand slid into them. One finger glided into the wet heat of my pussy with practiced ease, and I moaned out loud as he stroked my swollen clit.
“You’re always so wet for me,” he groaned. “So ready.”
“Fuck, Mason. That feels good.”
He kissed me once, hard, then got down on his knees in front of me. The first touch was light, almost a tease, his warm breath seeping through the thin, damp fabric of my underwear. Then his lips parted, and he pressed in, his tongue firm against the lace covering my pussy.
I threw my head back, one hand clutching the metal shelf beside my head, the other buried in his hair. Pulling him closer. The feel of him like that was dizzying. Too much but not enough at the same time.
He groaned, the sound vibrating through me before sinking straight into my clit where it throbbed and ached. My thighs tensed, and I angled my hips forward, offering him more. Mason obliged with relish, his tongue working in slow, torturous strokes.
“I love the way you taste.” His words were muffled, mouth barely leaving my pussy as he said them.
The thought of him tasting me like this, through the useless fabric barrier, made me lose my mind. He acted as though hehad all the time in the world to make me fall apart, and it was working.
A strangled moan shuddered out of me, my thighs quivering from the rising heat. He hummed against me one more time, and I swear I felt it everywhere.
Mason looked up at me then, eyes blown dark with arousal. It sent a tantalizing shiver curling down my spine to settle hot and low in my stomach. Not breaking eye contact, he slowly removed my underwear, ready to taste me properly.
Heat flared under my skin like a raging wildfire, and somewhere in the back of my mind I hoped nobody would be coming in here until after we’d finished.
Then his mouth was on me, devouring. A sharp jolt raked through me as he lightly sucked my clit into his mouth. My knees nearly gave out. The shelf behind me shook dangerously under my desperate hold and swaying hips.
