Mason: Fallen Angels MC (25 page)

Well. Since he’d said please.

She balanced her weight on his wrists, knowing that he was far stronger than her, had the weight advantage and combat training, but that he was giving in to her because it was what he wanted. She teased herself up the length of him and down again, letting him drag over that nubbled spot inside of her that made her shiver, letting him fill her. Every motion, she was sure would be the last one, the one where he burst inside of her, screaming and cursing, but each time, he held on for one more stroke.

“Come for me, Caro,” he whispered. “Jesus Christ, if you’re going to come for me, do it now. Can’t— do it now, god, come for me now.”

The orgasm had been swirling through her for a few moments, and she let it go, let go of the control and the fear and the need and everything other than her eyes, locked on his. He shuddered with her, spasming together, and she could feel his release deep inside of her, the rush of warmth as their flesh bonded together, tight and fast. They rocked together through the end of it, and she let his hands go so he could wrap her up in his arms.

“We can do this,” he murmured into her hair. “We can make this work. Caro, we gotta try.”

“I’m on board,” she whispered back.

“We’ll sell your house, maybe we can find a better apartment. I’m going to make the garage, and the club, things to be proud of. Things you can be proud of.”

She let her head rest on his chest for a moment, then lifted it again, resting her chin on her hands and looking into his eyes. “You’ve got it backwards,” she said. “I will be proud of them, because they’re yours, and I’m proud of you.”

The wash of emotions through her eyes was enough. More than enough. He gathered her up and held her close. “I love you,” he said.

She felt safe. She felt cared for. She felt comfortable. “Feeling? Decidedly mutual.”

And then she kissed him until he was hard again.

THE END

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I grew up in a small town outside of Palm Coast, FL. Raised in a house just a short walk to the beach, I enjoyed the peaceful, relaxed atmosphere and friendships that come from being raised in a friendly, small town area.

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He arrives on his screaming machine, but it's his body that ends up screaming for more - of her

Jessica Mallet is about to leave her florist's when Eric Burns' bike trundles into her parking lot with every intention of parking there all night. 

When Eric takes a flaming rose and hands it to Jessica, it's enough to make her forget her responsibilities, enough to forget where she is and what's appropriate. 

The thorns prick her goose bumped skin but that's nothing compared to what her body aches for--that moment when Eric removes petal after petal and lets the real flower inside her blossom...