The Blackstone She-Bear: Blackstone Mountain Book 7 Page 13

  “Mason!” She cried out and raked her fingers into his scalp.

  His hand snuck up under her skirt, pushing it up over her thighs, and his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and tugged them down. She knew she was already wet and his fingers slipped into her easily. Between his mouth and fingers, she was lost in the sensation. The moment his thumb found her clit, her body shuddered and her pussy drenched his fingers with wetness as she came.

  “Fuck,” Mason cursed as he popped a nipple out of his mouth. “Up … stairs … bedroom.” She managed to shuck off her panties from around her knees and what remained of her blouse, while Mason took his shirt off and unzipped his jeans. She sucked in a breath, watching the muscles on his chest and arms ripple. God, he was the sexiest man she’d ever been with, and her eyes devoured the taut tanned skin, the perfectly-formed pecs, and that set of six-pack abs she loved to lick and bite. He shoved his jeans and underwear down, and his erect cock jutted out.

  “Amelia.”

  She looked up at him and saw the desire in his eyes, and she felt consumed just by his gaze. Mason made a grab for her and dragged her toward the stairs. Halfway up, she pushed him against the wall and held his jaw in her hands, then kissed him. Their lips and tongues clashed in an urgent dance.

  “I can’t wait, darlin’,” he said when he broke the kiss. “I need to be inside you.”

  Mason pulled her down, so they were on their knees. She couldn’t wait either, her body needing him. He pushed her back, making her lie back as he spread her legs.

  “Now,” she said.

  He leaned over her, got between her legs, and gathered her to him. She felt the blunt tip of his cock at her entrance, plunging into her slowly. She gasped, her body slowly adjusting to his size and girth, and she relaxed when he was fully inside her.

  He tugged her head back, and then devoured her mouth in another kiss. As his tongue danced with hers, he began to move. Short, shallow strokes at first, but when he started to go deeper, she angled her hips, wanting more of him inside her.

  Mason grunted and pulled up her legs by locking his arms under her knees. She got what she wanted—and he was buried inside her deep, hitting all the right spots as he continued to thrust into her.

  “Mason!” She looked up and he was staring down at her, his light blue eyes concentrated on her. He leaned down to give her another deep kiss, all the while fucking harder and harder into her.

  His mouth muffled her scream as the pleasure overwhelmed her. But before she could come down, Mason quickly lifted her up, their bodies never disconnecting. She thought he would carry her to the bedroom, but instead, he flipped them over so he was laying back on the steps and she was on top.

  Those blue eyes stared up at her, and she lost herself in them for a moment. As he reached up to cup her breasts, she began to move.

  “Oh!” She used her knees for leverage, lifting her hips up, and then plunging down. That made Mason groan and pinch her nipples, which just made her move faster. She grabbed the bannister, using it to steady herself as she rode him. God, she loved the feeling of him inside her like this, thick and long and hitting all the right spots.

  Mason was thrusting his hips up at her, getting deeper inside her. He sat up, shifting his hips so she straddled him completely. She rode him harder, bringing herself down on him completely as he continued to move in time to meet her thrusts.

  “Mason!” His fingers moved between them, strumming her clit until her back arched. “Oh God! I’m coming!” That only urged him on, and he moved faster, his hips bucking into her and his thumb and forefinger pinching her hardened nub. Oh fuck, she was coming, her body shaking hard and her vision turning white behind her eyelids.

  Mason let out a long grunt and pushed into her one last time before she felt his cock twitch and pump his seed into her. Warmth flooded her, and as she slowed down, Mason pulled her to him, his lips ravaging her in a hard kiss. He pulled her back down, taking her with him, and she lay on top of his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat as it slowed to normal.

  Amelia should have been exhausted, but she felt wide awake and alive. Her body was sore, but something inside her was singing out, like it had been trapped for a long time. The whole thing felt like a tidal wave—inevitable and unstoppable, and she had no choice but to let it carry her away.

  Mason’s hand lazily stroked her back, and she looked up at him. He stared down at her, his expression content and his gaze half-lidded.

  She sucked in a breath. “Do you have to go soon?”

  “We have time.”

  She let out a whoop as Mason stood up in one motion, placing her over his shoulder so she was upside down. “Mason!” She laughed, and then let out a shriek when he spanked her ass playfully. “Put me down.”

  “Not yet.” He lumbered up to the second floor and walked down the hallway to her bedroom. When he reached her bed, he plopped her down on the mattress, eliciting another shriek from her. He joined her, his weight and size making the mattress dip.

  “I—” She gasped when he pulled her knees toward him, spreading her thighs. He was hard again, and he wrapped a fist around his shaft, then directed it at her aching core.

  He filled her in one stroke and she wrapped her legs around him to take him as deep as she could. Mason made love to her, slow and deliberate, with such aching fierceness that she felt the tears gathering at the corner of her eyes. When he saw them, he leaned down and licked them away.

  “Mason!” she cried out when she felt her orgasm building. He moved faster, deeper, his arms winding around her to pull her close. He held her like that as she rode out her orgasm, his lips claiming hers again in a tender kiss. She sighed when her body relaxed. Now, she felt like she could sleep for a hundred years and closed her eyes.

  Mason didn’t move, keeping her pinned underneath him. He propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at her and stroking her cheek.

  “Amelia,” he rasped. “I love you. I never stopped loving you.”

  Her eyes flew open and her gaze clashed with his. She opened her mouth but nothing came out.

  “It’s okay. You don’t have to say it back.” But she had seen his expression falter for a second.

  “It’s not that I …” Oh God, her chest felt like it was going to implode. Her mind whirled with confusion and she pushed at him, then rolled away. “Mason, I just can’t … It’s not that I don’t want … I don’t know if I can.” The lump stuck in her throat made her sob.

  “Shh …” A gentle hand touched her shoulder.

  She turned around to face him. His expression was so sincere and she wanted desperately to say the words back. “Mason.”

  “It’s okay, Amelia.” He pulled her to him and kissed her forehead. “I’ll love enough for the both of us.”

  Amelia didn’t say anything, and just tucked her face against his chest. She hoped that would be enough for now.

  Amelia dozed off for a few minutes, but Mason rolling out of bed woke her. “Do you have to go pick up Cassie?”

  “We have to go pick her up,” he said, as he reached for her.

  She moved away. “We?”

  “I told her you’d be there.” He stood there, fully naked, hands on his hips.

  Amelia wanted to throw a pillow at his stupid, handsome face. “What exactly did you tell her?”

  “I said that if she finished her breakfast this morning, the three of us would go out for tacos.” He grinned at her. “You can’t disappoint a little girl, now, can you?”

  This time, she really did lob a pillow at him, which he easily knocked away. He growled, and then grabbed her ankles, making her shriek with indignation.

  “C’mon, now, we don’t want to be late.”

  “Fine,” she grumbled as she got up from the bed. “But you’re paying, and I’m having twenty tacos.”

  He laughed.

  They quickly got dressed, and then headed to the day care. They were five minutes late, but Cassie was just so
happy to see Amelia that she didn’t complain at all.

  “You came!” she said as she jumped into Amelia’s arms.

  “Of course.” Amelia hugged the little girl tight, then turned a wry smile at Mason. “I heard you finished your breakfast this morning.”

  “I did!”

  “Well, now it’s time for tacos.” She put Cassie down. “Your dad says I can have as much as I want.”

  Blackstone didn’t have any Mexican restaurants, but Mason was happy to drive them all the way to Verona Mills to the same taco place they had dinner at. As promised, she ate twenty tacos, polishing each one off with a smile, much to Cassie’s delight.

  Mason drove them back, and soon Cassie was fast asleep again. He stopped the truck outside her house, got out, and walked over to her side to open the door.

  “You don’t have to keep doing that,” she said wryly.

  Mason took her hand and helped her down. “Yes, I do. Besides, Cassie needs to see what a real gentleman is like so she doesn’t wind up with a loser when she grows up.”

  “I don’t think that’ll happen with you as her dad.” Mason’s arm quickly wrapped around her waist and pulled her close, then shut the door behind her. “Hmm … I’m not sure a gentleman does this.”

  “I can’t be a gentleman around you all the time.” He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Soft and innocent, but it sent her toes curling. “This isn’t going to work.”

  “What?” She was still feeling dizzy, so she wasn’t sure he heard him right.

  “I’m not talking about this.” He brushed his hip against her and she felt his bulge press up to her. “I mean, you, alone at home when whoever trashed your car is still out there, while I have to stay at home.”

  “Mason, are you still worried about that?” She pulled away from him. “Nothing has happened.”

  “Yet.” She heard the snarl deep in his chest.

  “You’re being silly.”

  “I’m not taking chances with your safety.” His expression was serious. “I stayed up all night, waiting for you to call.”

  “Well, what do you want to do about it?” she challenged.

  “Pack a bag and stay with us.”

  “What? I can’t do that.”

  “I know our place is small and not as nice as yours—”

  “Mason,” she said in an exasperated voice. “It’s not about that. But, it’s not exactly appropriate, having me stay in your bed with your daughter a few feet away.”

  “I can sleep on the floor,” he offered.

  “Now you’re being ridiculous.” She threw her hands up. “You don’t have to divide your time between me and Cassie, you know. Why don’t you just stay at my place? I’ve got an extra bedroom and—” She stopped short, realizing what she had said. But, she didn’t take it back. Somehow, it just felt right, having Cassie and Mason with her.

  “Well, if you’re offering …” He gave her another devastatingly handsome smile.

  “We’ll say it’s a sleepover.” Of course, that also meant Cassie would have her own room down that hall. “Or just, maybe tell her that you’re having a gas leak or something and that’s why you’re staying over?”

  Mason didn’t answer her because he was already opening the door and pushing her back inside. When he slipped into the driver’s seat, he turned back to Cassie and nudged her awake. “Guess what, baby? We’re going to have a sleepover at Amelia’s. Let’s head back and pack your pajamas.”

  Cassie jolted awake and cried, “Yay!”

  Amelia shook her head and slapped a palm on her forehead. Still, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t happy that she’d be around Cassie and Mason more.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Amelia hummed happily to herself as she worked on the plans for a new client. This particular building offered new office spaces in the ever-expanding South Blackstone.

  “That looks phenomenal,” Erin said as she came up from behind. “Keysmart Properties will be ecstatic.”

  “I finished the interiors too,” Amelia said proudly. “Did you see them?”

  “I did. Girl, you’re on a tear! What’s got all your creative juices flowing these days?”

  Amelia couldn’t help but blush. “I’ve just been really inspired lately.”

  It had been two days since Mason and Cassie came over for a “sleepover” and they had yet to leave. Having them in her house just felt so right, she didn’t know why. Cassie didn’t question the hows and whys, but she seemed happy enough in Amelia’s guest bedroom. And as for Mason …

  She gave an involuntary shiver and blushed again. Being with him was just indescribable. It wasn’t just the sex—which was even better than she remembered—but she hadn’t felt so content in … well, ever. Sleeping next to him and waking up next to him was the best feeling ever.

  Amelia chewed on her lip. Mason hadn’t said “I love you” again since that first time. Somehow, it annoyed the heck out of her. You’re being silly, she told herself. She hadn’t said it back either. Maybe he was just giving her space.

  But, did she love him? It’s like the words were there, stuck in her vocal chords, but she couldn’t form them out loud. She didn’t want to confront her feelings, as she was afraid that this was all a dream and she could lose it all when she woke up. Just like when the bond had broken the first time.

  A loud vibration from her purse made her turn her head, and she reached inside to grab her phone. Mason. “Hey, what’s up?”

  “Amelia.” His voice was gravelly.

  “What’s wrong?” She could hear the worry in his voice.

  “There’s been a small accident at the mines.”

  “What?” She stood up from her chair. “Are you okay? Is it Ben?”

  “No, no, darlin’, it’s not bad. One of the guys had a mishap.” Mason sighed. “But, it’s bad enough that Ben had to go with him to Blackstone Hospital.”

  “Oh, thank God.”

  “But, Ben asked if I could stay behind and take care of a few things.”

  “Ah, I see.” She paused. “Did you want me to pick up Cassie?”

  “Do you mind?” he asked.

  “Of course not. I’ll swing by at five.” Since Amelia’s car was still under repair, she had been driving her dad’s Jeep. “The day care should have an extra car seat I could borrow.”

  “Good.” He sounded relieved.

  “Why don’t we get dinner and meet you at home? How does Chang Kee sound?” It had been their favorite Chinese takeout place, and she hadn’t eaten there in ages.

  “Sounds great. Make sure you get me a—”

  “Double order of crab wontons and extra sauce,” she finished.

  “You remembered.”

  Amelia chuckled. “Of course I do. Now, go and take care of things. I’ll see you at home.”

  “See you at home.”

  Home. Her rented house had never felt more like home than it did the last two days. And she knew it was all thanks to Mason and Cassie.

  She turned back to her work and put some finishing touches on the plans. Before she knew it, it was already quarter to five. Amelia explained to Erin what happened, and her boss was only too happy to let her go early.

  As she got out of the elevator and walked out into the street, a strange sensation crept up her spine. Her head snapped up, and then she glanced around. It was like someone was watching her. Weird. She was probably just feeling off.

  Amelia drove straight to Lennox Corp. Mason had already called ahead and told Miss Irene that Amelia would be by to pick up Cassie. By the time she signed into the day care, Cassie and the borrowed car seat were waiting for her.

  “’Melia!” Cassie immediately went in for a hug. “Guess what we did today?

  She kissed the top of the girl’s head. “What?”

  “Well, first Miss Irene told us a story, and then …”

  Amelia was happy to listen to Cassie babble and tell her about her day as they made their way back to the car and on the
drive over to the Chinese place.

  Chang Kee was located in a strip mall just outside of the main Blackstone town, but she didn’t mind the drive as they had the best General Tso’s chicken and chow mein she’d ever had. When the girl at the counter handed her their order, she paid and they headed out.

  “Just walk behind me, okay, sweetie?” Amelia’s hands were full as she had two bags in tow. “Oh, excuse me!” Distracted with trying to juggle the bags and Cassie, she nearly bumped into someone when she stepped out of the restaurant. She tried to sidestep, but the person—a woman—blocked her. “Do you mind?” Amelia said impatiently, looking behind her to check on Cassie.

  “Actually, I do mind you fucking my ex-husband around my kid.”

  Amelia’s blood froze in her veins and slowly, she turned her head forward. The woman in front of her had dark hair pulled back into a ponytail and wore a rumpled blouse and jeans. Most people would have called her pretty, but her scowling face was gaunt and the dark circles under her eyes marred her features. Upon closer inspection, Amelia recognized the chin and nose, which were so much like Cassie’s. So, this was Jenna. Mason’s ex-wife and Cassie’s mom.

  “Mommy?” Cassie peeked from behind Amelia.

  “Cassie!” Jenna’s expression changed and she bent down to reach for Cassie.

  “Stay away from her!” Amelia growled, dropping the bags of food to the ground. She spread her arms, preventing her from getting too close.

  “You bitch! You can’t stop me from seeing my own kid!” Jenna hissed. “Cassie, come here now!” She reached for Cassie again, and Amelia knocked her hand away.

  “You will not touch her!” Anger bubbled at the surface. “You’re a fugitive from the law. I’m going to call the cops.”

  “Stop stalling, lady,” a voice from behind said. “Get your kid now.”