my life. And it wasn’t just the one orgasm, but several in a row. I lost count and eventually had to nudge on his head for relief. My body jerked; my clit extra sensitive.
I thought we were finished, as I couldn’t imagine a position that would be safe for Mason. But he had other plans.
He dropped his pants and ripped off his shirt, and I saw the bandage on his side. The gash underneath it was stitched, and I hated that he’d been injured while helping me. I sat up and kissed the bandage gently.
“I’m so sorry you were hurt,” I whispered as I looked up at him.
He climbed into bed with me and kissed me deeply, holding my face in his hands. “No apologies necessary.” He smiled at me, then murmured, “Roll over. On your side.”
I did as he told me, and he spooned me from behind, his strong, warm body pressed against mine. I pushed my ass against him, and he guided me into position, sliding his hard cock between my thighs. The tip pressed at my opening, and I groaned in need. Even with the exhaustion of my previous climax, my body still craved him.
He pressed into me, stretching me wide with his thick member until he was sheathed inside. His hips rocked slowly, gently. He moved in and out while his hands held onto my hips.
Feeling him so close to me filled me with a sense of peace. His hand brushed my hair aside, and his lips caressed my neck. I could hear his breathing in my ear, his moans as his movements became more desperate.
Knowing he was close turned me on so much. I loved knowing that I could give him pleasure, and the very idea of him filling me with his seed pushed me over the edge. My pussy spasmed around his cock just as I felt him throbbing inside me.
I cried out as we came together, our bodies writhing in unison. He held onto me until the very end, and even then, after we were spent, he held me close and whispered into my ear.
“Danielle, I love you so much.”
When I could finally speak, I said, “I love you too, Mason.”
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I sighed as I hung up the phone. A few weeks had passed since the fire, and Greg was still trying to tell me that he was coming after Skyler. He’d initially said, “Since you’re homeless…” but I told him we were far from homeless, that we were living in a nice place and his daughter was being well taken care of. He was desperate, though, trying to find every angle in which to steal Skyler away from me.
“I think he’s going to try and find another threat now,” I said, resting my head against Mason’s cheek. “Because there’s no way he can prove Skyler isn’t in a safe house.”
We were still in the rental, settling in rather nicely. Skyler had been sad about losing her stuff, but the Harveys were doing a fabulous job of spoiling her, especially Mason. No one could possibly think she was being neglected.
Mason frowned as he checked his phone.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Got an email from Teddy. They’ve searched every inch of the property and haven’t found a single camera. They must have all been destroyed in the fire.”
“No leads on the guy you saw either, huh?”
“Nope,” he said.
He had worked with a sketch artist, but little came from it. So far, we were no closer to discovering who had started the fire than we were on day one. I had my suspicions, of course, but Greg had alibis out the wazoo, as did Jim King. One of those guys that Skyler mentioned at her dad's house had, in fact, been Jim. They were apparently discussing a business deal, or so they said. Normally, I wouldn’t believe any of them, but other investors had been there too. They had also been seen going to dinner and drinks that evening, around the time of the fire. Mason also said that the man he’d seen didn’t look like Jim or Greg, which made me think if they were involved, they had hired someone. Which was incredibly hard to prove.
I sighed, the weight of everything heavy on my chest.
Mason stroked my hair gently. “But today is going to be a good day.”
“It is,” I agreed, turning to meet his gaze. “We get to see our little bean sprout. Though I wouldn’t be surprised if we’re having a giant. I so