Sparrow’s Flight by Jenika Snow Page 0,35
than the man he cared for.
“Wait,” she murmured against his mouth, but Mason fucking wanted her badly and broke away from the kiss only to trail his lips along the line of her jaw. “Mason, it feels so good—”
“Yeah, baby. It feels really fucking good.” She made a small noise in the back of her throat, and he wrapped her arms around hers, trying to pull her closer to his body. Fuck, he wanted to feel her big breasts pressed against his chest, feel her softness, and get lost in everything that was Sparrow.
“No, wait. We have to stop.” She added pressure to his chest and pushed him back enough that his mouth broke the seductive suction from her jaw and neck. She was breathing just as heavily as he was, and Mason couldn’t help but stare at the way her breasts rose and fell and pressed against the thin material of her shirt. She changed when they got to the cabin, and he just now realized she wasn’t wearing a bra under that T-shirt. Holy. Fuck. Rubbing a hand over his jaw, he felt the scrape of his stubble along his palm.
“I’m sorry. Shit, I am really fucking sorry.” He pushed himself up farther on the bed and hissed out a curse when he applied pressure to the arm that had been shot.
“Hey, hey, just relax. You’re going to make things worse.” Her focus was on his shoulder again, and she gently ran her fingers over the gauze. “You’re not bleeding through, so that’s good.” She leaned back and twisted her hands in her lap. “I didn’t mean to upset you or stop what we were doing.” Her cheeks became pink, and she looked away for a second before she looked at him once more. “It’s just…” She paused. “You and Asher…” She shrugged. “I don’t want to get between you two, and I certainly don’t want to deceive anyone. You guys are a couple, and I don’t want to mess that up.”
Mason didn’t know what to say, and for a moment, all he did was stare at her, trying to explain that Asher wanted her just as badly as he did, but he jumped forward when he should have taken a step back. But things changed when the world ended, civilization crashed, and Sparrow had been taken from them.
Things were put in perspective, and priorities were shifted. All it had taken was this little bird to be in danger, for the threat to present itself in the form of motherfuckers wanting to take something that wasn’t their right to take. “I care about Ash. He was there when I was at my breaking point, but he helped bring me back a little and helped me realize life still goes on.” He heard her swallow. “But I think there are a few things we should discuss concerning the three of us. Things that will change a lot, Sparrow.”
Chapter Twelve
Asher stepped off the stairs and made his way into the kitchen. The cabin was dark aside from the lone candle, which he found in one of the drawers and then lit. He stepped into the kitchen, and the single flame from the candle that he placed in a rusted cup sat in the center of the small four-person table.
He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop on Mason and Sparrow, but he had gone upstairs to see how he was doing and to see if Sparrow needed anything.
That was when he heard Mason telling her about his past, and something in Asher cracked over the fact that his hard, very reserved lover opened up to Sparrow. That meant Mace truly did feel something more than tolerance for the female, and that meant a hell of a lot.
But soon, that deep and painful conversation turned heated, and he heard the clear sound of the two of them kissing. He had gotten hard instantly, and even if it was only that one sound that had gotten him erect, he had a lot of filthy images moving through his head.
So, like a fucking pervert, he leaned around the doorframe and watched with restrained arousal as Mason and Sparrow kissed. It certainly wasn’t anything erotic, but fuck was it hot to see the man he cared about finally giving in to the woman he was growing to care for.
But then they had broken away, and Sparrow expressed her concern about the two of them in a relationship and not wanting to come between them. Bless her heart