Page 85 of Broken Trust
“Liam!”
He flattened her palm over his rigid length. “See? Fully operational.”
Her laugh faded into breathlessness, and pink roses bloomed in her cheeks. Gently, she eased back. “You need to heal.”
“My shoulder isn’t my best part.” He arched a brow in challenge.
She leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth. Just then a knock broke the moment. Elin scrambled off the bed and was sitting primly on the side—but still blushing—when Sinner shouldered his way through the door like a one-man parade.
A tray with a fresh pizza was balanced on one hand as he swaggered in. “Special delivery for the invalid.”
Elin issued a sigh that sounded as if she was suffering. “If that’s pineapple, I’m leaving.”
“Pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza or in civilization,” Mason declared.
Sinner chuckled as he approached the bed, holding out the tray for them to see the square pizza. Pepperoni gleamed in the shape of a giantZthat crossed the whole pie.
Mason tipped his head. “What’s theZfor?”
Sinner didn’t blink. “Zfor Zaddy, man. The ladies voted.”
Elin tossed her head on a laugh, music to Mason’s long-starved soul.
Sinner plunked the tray on the nightstand. Then he sniffed the room in an exaggerated manner. “Smells like antiseptic, pizza and questionable decisions.”
“Get out,” Elin cooed sweetly, already reaching for one of the paper plates.
Sinner left with as much swagger as he’d entered. Mason shook his head, laughing at his teammate’s antics. He had to admit Sinner was good for morale.
Next Con stuck his head in, taking in the scene with an unreadable expression. “No grease on the pillows,” he said before ducking out again. But Mason had seen him drag men out of fire with less concern in his eyes—and it tightened a cord behind his ribs.
Dante popped in next with a deck of cards he tossed on the bed for when he got bored. Then Alyssa brought some tea that Kennedy brewed for her when her stomach was unsettled.
After the room finally cleared, Mason watched Elin out of the corner of his eye as she ate. She stretched out with her ankles crossed. Her hair hung loose around her shoulders, just begging for his fingers.
When she caught him looking, her eyes softened in a way that made him want to dive into their depths and never surface.
“You’re perfect.”
She straightened at his statement, surprise glimmering in her eyes.
He reached for her again, not giving a damn about his shoulder as he claimed her lips.
What began as a tender brush of their mouths quickly turned into hot, all-consuming passion. Her hand slid acrosshis thigh again with purpose this time. She closed her fingers around his stiff length, dragging a growl from him.
She twisted her lips from his. “Are you still bored?”
“I’m bored in the best way. I could get used to his.”
“This?” She tightened her hand on his cock and give it a slow stroke.
He let out a groan. “God, I love you.”
She stilled, eyes flicking up to his. “I love you, Liam. More than anything.”
The words felt different than any of the other times they’d whispered it to each other in the week since they confessed to their feelings. It felt like an explosion.
He dragged her head down to his chest, holding her close, breathing in the warm spice of her that was exclusively Elin.
