Quinn didn’t want her brother hurt, and I knew she loved me as well, that she wouldn’t want me hurt either. And this casual arrangement between Mase and me would definitely worry her.
I didn’t want to upset my friend, I definitely didn’t want to make her worry or cause her stress, especially now. I loved her, but in the end, this was about me and Mase, no one else.
And there was no turning back now.
Which was why, when the thud of Mase’s shoes hitting the steps came, I turned to watch him walk in. He paused by the door, looking me over. I was still in the dress I’d worn to the bar, sans panties.
“Jimmy’s all set downstairs.”
“Thanks.” I slid the zipper down at the side of my dress, not taking my eyes off him.
He followed my movements like a hungry predator and took a step forward. I took one back before I pulled the dress up and over my head and tossed it aside. Reaching back, I unhooked my bra, dropping it on the floor as well, and stood in front of him completely naked.
“Fucking hell, Trixie.”
I grinned. If we were doing this, I planned to make the most of every moment, no inhibitions, no fear, no regrets—and most importantly, no guilt.
His abs clenched and my gaze dipped, following the veins on either side of his hips that led down to his low-slung jeans. “You’re overdressed, Sheriff Parker.”
He rushed me then, and I laughed when he scooped me up and tossed me on the bed. Standing back, he shoved off his jeans and underwear, then came down on top of me.
Mase grinned, wide and devastatingly handsome. “New rule. No clothes allowed when you’re in this room.”
I slid my hands up his muscled back. “Just me?”
The grin turned wicked. “Depends.”
“Oh? On what?”
He pressed his lips to my throat, sucking gently, making me tingle all over. “For example, when I bury my face between your thighs, I might choose to do that dressed. You, on the other hand, will be naked when you drop to your knees and worship my cock.”
My face heated. “Worship, huh?”
“Oh yeah,” he said and kissed his way down my throat, then lower, pressing teasing little sucking ones around my nipple, then looked up at me. “Like I’m about to do to your sweet-as-fuck pussy.”
Then he sucked my nipple into his mouth and I arched helplessly. “Sounds like a p-plan.”
Mase chuckled. “Best I ever had,” he said, then he worked his way down between my thighs.
Chapter Eleven
Mase
Trixie was warm and soft, draped over my chest. Her blond hair smelled like vanilla, her cheeks were pink, and her lips were puffy after taking my kisses and my cock more than once during the night.
Her skin was so smooth and, shit, it glowed. I’d kissed, tasted every tattoo on her beautiful body last night.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Jesus, I’d seriously fucked up.
Phenomenally so.
Because right now, my possessive instincts had skyrocketed. I was a possessive guy, protective of my friends and family…and even more so when it came to my woman. Another reason that Janie leaving me had eaten me up. I’d failed her, plain and simple.
But this thing with Trixie was only a casual arrangement, we’d both agreed, and I had no plans to change that. I knew myself, though, and seeing her at The Mule, talking, dancing with that Rambler…I’d barely been able to stop from going over and snatching her away. I’d had to leave the bar before I did something stupid. And that was before last night, before I’d had her under me again.
Next time, if there was one, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to lock it down again.
That’s the effect she had on me.
That wasn’t the only thing worrying me. I’d been desperate for her for over a month and now she was mine, but our time together was limited. The idea of it being cut short, of someone else trying to take one moment of that time from me, was fucking with me already.
Did I say possessive?
I needed to get my shit together.
Between the Janie stuff—she’d called again, several times—and this…obsession I had with Trixie, my head was all over the damn place. Having Trixie in my bed, pressed against me all night, and knowing that she’d be there when I woke, it’d been the best sleep I’d had in months.
Trixie mumbled something softly and burrowed closer. Her thigh was over mine, her pussy hot against me. My hand was on her bare ass, and I squeezed lightly, massaging. Her breathing changed and she made an mmm sound that slid right over my balls, and my already hard dick got harder.
She wriggled, her legs shifting, spreading wider, and I grinned to myself as I gave her ass another squeeze. Warm breath brushed my chest on her surprised exhale.
She wriggled again. “Mmm, morning,” she said, her sexy, smoky voice brushing over my chest.
There was no missing how wet she was against my thigh, all that wriggling ensured that I felt it. Trixie wanted me to feel it. I gave her delectable ass another firm squeeze. “You wake up wanting my cock, kitten?”
She tilted her head back, eyes sleepy but hot, and licked her lower lip.
Fucking hell.
“It should be impossible, considering what we did last night, but…” She shrugged, her cheeks getting pinker. “Apparently not.”
I brushed her hair back and leaned in, kissing those sexy, swollen lips as my fingers dipped lower between her thighs. I had to bite back a growl. “My dirty girl’s primed and ready to be fucked.”
I don’t know what it was about her, but she brought out a side of me I’d long since squashed. Janie
