Page 77 of Mase
“Shall we get you showered?” I suggest, hoping he takes the lifeline.
Taking my hands, he stands to full height, his hold on me so tight, as if he’s terrified I’m going to change my mind and release him. “Yeah. Is that okay?” He flits his eyes toward Reed, and his Adam’s apple slides down his throat.
“Sure, man.” Reed gifts him with a firm nod, then I take my time guiding him up the stairs and into the spare bedroom.
The silence between us is odd, comfortable, yet full of something tangible. I head into the bathroom and switch on the shower, and Mase drags his feet behind me. I get the feeling he’s scared of letting me out of his sight.
He jolts and rushes over to the sink, where he dumps toothpaste on a toothbrush before scrubbing frantically at his teeth. Then I realize, with blood crusted on his skin, he’s been hit with something, and fury burns inside me, forcing me to breathe out through my nose in order to control it.
By the time he’s finished, he’s panting wildly, and I tug on his arm. “Shall we get you out of these clothes?” I suggest, hoping he doesn’t hear the anger consuming me.
He turns to face me, scanning my face. “I want you to burn them.”
“Consider it done.” My lips twitch, knowing it’s no hardship. I’ll happily burn them, along with her, but not until after I’m finished with her. She’s going to pay for hurting what’s mine.
He lifts his T-shirt over his head, and I pop open his jeans, then he kicks off his shoes and toes off his socks before I drag his jeans to the floor. I tuck my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, and he sucks in a sharp breath. Freezing, I lick my lips. What if this is too much for him? “Do you want me to stop?”
“Fuck no. I want her touch gone.” He says it with so much conviction, I know he needs this; any doubt is banished from my mind.
I nod and lower his boxers. He steps out of them and kicks them to the side, then watches me closely until I’m naked and leading him into the shower.
MASE
My head is still cloudy, and my body feels weak, but at least my fingers are entwined with Summer’s, and I never want to let go.
She’s my strength on a stormy day, our babies are the light in my darkest, and together, we’re indestructible. There’s not one part of me that wants to let her go.
She squirts some shower gel onto a washcloth and washes me all over, starting at my face and moving tenderly down my neck, avoiding the lump forming on the side of my head. Then she washes my shoulders and chest, around my waist, and steadily works down my thighs. She scrubs at my legs, followed by my feet, then back up. Tapping my ass, she motions with her finger for me to spin around, and I huff at needing to release her hand, and she giggles.
When she repeats the process of washing me, she stops at my waist and looks up beneath her wet lashes at me from the shower floor. Jesus, she’s stunning.
“Do you want me to wash?” She points to my cock that’s standing tall, and in all honesty, I’m unsure if it’s the drugs or Summer’s doing, but I’ll go with the latter, knowing the effect she has on me.
“I want her gone from me, Summer. Every fucking memory erased.” The words come out sharp, but I mean them to. I feel fucking furious about what Tara has done—enraged doesn’t quite cut it. If I could shoot her dead right now, I would.
She could have destroyed my relationship with Summer. Hell, she almost did, and my babies would have had an absent father. The one thing I want most in the world, a loving family, destroyed. Not to mention, the violation of the act. She knew damn well I wasn’t interested, hence having to drug me to take what she wanted.
I curl my fist around my cock, then point it toward Summer. “Wash me, then lick me clean, Sum.”
She licks her lips.
“Make me yours again, sweet girl.”
Her pupils flare with arousal, and when she takes my cock from me and washes down my length, I tip my head back, relishing the feel of her soft hand sliding up and down me. She pays extra attention to the head, then massages my balls, giving me no choice but to shift on my feet and widen my stance, allowing her access.
My body coils when her finger swipes over my asshole, never having felt anything foreign there before.
“Shh, it’s meant to be good. I don’t know if she touched you here, and I want my man back to being mine.”
“Fuck, Sum.” My chest puffs with pride, loving the way she claims me. Having never had anyone feel that strongly about me before has me eager to comply. I should tell her Tara never touched me there, that she wouldn’t, we discussed boundaries early on in our relationship, and while I was eager to try everything and anything, she was the complete opposite, preferring to keep our interactions vanilla, as she called it.
So I let her run with it instead of questioning it. I embrace the feel of her hand sliding up and down my shaft while herfinger toys with the entrance to my ass. The feeling is different, but in a good way. I find myself parting my legs farther, and when the tip of her finger breaches my hole, a hiss of air leaves me.
“Holy fuck, Sum.” I grip my cock again and stare down at her to tap it against her cheek. “Suck me, Sum. I need you to suck me,” I pant out between ragged breaths.
Removing her finger, she uses her hands to steady herself on my thighs, and I miss the feeling of it there instantly.
She opens her mouth, and I use my free hand to press down on her lip while guiding my cock inside with the other. I watch in rapture as she gags on me, but the determination on her face has me almost ready to combust. Fuck, she’s beautiful on her knees and choking around my thickness like the good girl I know her to be.
