Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,77

my hand.

“Let’s go get changed and then I’ll go sort this mess out. Hopefully it won’t take too long.’’

I head up the stairs, switching lights on as I go with Mason following behind me.

Once we reach the bedroom, Mason’s gaze doesn’t leave mine; I can feel his stare burning into my skin, and my arousal returning. Taking off my wet dress is difficult at first, the material has tightly clung to my skin and when I try to get it over my head, but I get it stuck.

Mason’s laughter pisses me off, but half of me can see what he finds amusing. I’m soaking wet with a dress stuck over my head, bare breasts, only a black thong covering my lady bits and a pregnant stomach. I must look a picture.

“You’re beautiful,’’ Mason whispers close to my ear and it makes me jump. I hadn’t realised he had been that close.

His hands reach above me, my breath hitches and then I can see. My back is to Mason, which I’m half thankful for and half hating. When his warm fingers run down my side, then back up to lightly brush against my breast I shiver. My whole body breaks into goosebumps and then embarrassingly, I moan loudly when I feel his erection at my bottom, his hands sliding down to cup my ass cheeks.

“Hmmm... you have a great fucking ass,’’ he hums in appreciation, his touch setting me on fire.

“Thank you,’’ I cough out. “I’m going to take a shower to warm up,’’ or cool off, but I’m not sure which is winning.

“Right. Yeah. You go shower and I’ll be back in a bit. I’ll text you when I’m on my way back,’’ he tells me, and then sweetly, he places a kiss on my shoulder before turning me around. His gaze never leaves my face and for that, I am thankful for. If he took one look at my body, my breasts, I’d probably jump him and right now he needs to go sort his business out and I need to cool my libido down.

I lean in to give him a kiss, hoping it will be a quick one so he can get going, but then his hands come around me, cupping my ass cheeks, and brings me flush against him, my bare breasts against his bare chest and I moan in approval. God he feels so freaking good.

“I won’t be long.’’ His voice is husky, filled with so much built up sexual tension.

“Okay,’’ I whisper back, then give him another peck on the lips before grabbing my dressing gown hung on the back of the chair.

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Mason has been gone for over two hours and it’s now getting really late. I’m bone tired, but ever since I came up over an hour ago, I’ve been restless, tossing and turning. My body is frustrated, begging for the release it craves so desperately, the release Mason left me begging for earlier tonight.

Frustrated, I kick the covers off my feet and half off the bed and slide my feet out. Since unpacking all my stuff, I’ve managed to give everything a place. Even the dildo I secretly bought when I moved into Nan’s after the first month of living with her. Oh, and it’s not for reasons you’ll be thinking of, but right now, this second, I’m so fucking thankful I bought one.

Grabbing the chair from my vanity desk, I drag it across the bedroom to the wardrobe, open the doors then drag the chair in as far as it will go. It’s a walk-in wardrobe, but not like the ones you see on the television. You know the one where it’s as big as your whole bedroom or the whole downstairs? Yeah, mine is literally like a broom closet you’ll find at an old church school. Either way, it’s still big enough to fill all my clothes and I do have a lot.

Up on the top, there are three shelves and on the second shelf are my hidden boxes. Boxes I told Mason to secure and to never look through as they hold my most inner, most personal items.

A dildo and all of my diaries.

Grabbing the box I know it’s in I slide it across until I’ve securely got it in my hand and make my way back to the bed.

I gasp when I bring it out of its packaging, forgetting how bloody big it is. I’m also confused as to why you can pick a