Liability (Suncoast Society #33)(15)

“I’m in charge,” he said. “You just enjoy this.”

She moaned as her hands fisted the covers.

Oooh. Me likey.

He reached around her with his other hand and started playing with her swollen clit again. As he did, he slowly rocked his hips, taking his time so he didn’t blow too soon, wanting to time it just right.

He didn’t have to wait too long, either. Kim’s back arched as she cried out at the same time he felt her * contracting around his cock.

“That’s my good girl,” he said through gritted teeth as he held back his own impending release long enough to know she’d really rolled through hers. Then he grabbed her hips and started f*cking her, hard and fast, not holding back.

Her moans mixed with the sound of their flesh slapping together as she kept coming and coming. He couldn’t hold it back any longer, though. It just felt too. Fucking. Good.

He plunged deep inside her one last time, holding still there as he filled her, bracing his hands on either side of her on the bed while he caught his breath.





Kim lay there, trying to catch her breath and figure out what the hell just happened. Yeah, there’d been plenty of times before Cole had taken charge in bed, but this had felt…different.

In a good way.

A damn good way.

He nibbled at the nape of her neck. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she whispered.

“Love you.”

She lifted her head and nuzzled it against his chin. “Love you, too.”

“Why don’t we snuggle?”

“Uh-huh.”

He chuckled. “Did I f*ck your brains out?”

She turned her head and kissed him. “Uh-huh.”

He helped her up on legs that felt like they’d barely support her. They curled up together in bed, her snuggled in his arms, her head against his chest.

“Talk to me, babe,” he said. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I really liked that,” she said.

“Was it a good start? About where you want it to be? Too much?”

“Definitely not too much.”

“Okay. Give me some feedback.”

“I want more,” she made herself say. “Not just in bed, but out of it, too.”

He nuzzled the top of her head. “Like what?”

“I don’t know. That’s the problem.” She tipped her head up so she could look at him. “I know you’re busy and have a lot to do. It’s not like I want you to micromanage me. I’m just not sure exactly what it is I want yet. I’m still trying to sort out why this feels so okay and so right and why what Craige did…wasn’t.”

“Fair enough.” He kissed her, and she wanted to lose herself in it, and him.

“I trust you,” she said. “I don’t think I ever really trusted him. I don’t think I could. But I trust you.”

“That’s why I’m so desperate not to f*ck this up,” he said.





Mason had returned home after the munch with his mind swirling, unfocused despite Freddie’s texts.

Damn, it’s good to be home.

He’d never truly warmed up to living in Nebraska. It’d been a necessary evil, in his mind. It wasn’t even the state’s fault. He was a Florida boy, through and through, and being land-locked in the middle of the country had been a miserable experience for him, even if he never got out on the water much. The winters were butt-clenchingly cold, the summers were miserably hotter than in Florida, and he’d missed all his friends.

Not for lack of trying on Mason’s part to warm up to his adopted state, but the fact that he could never make himself actually buy a home there, despite very reasonable housing prices, told him something.

It wasn’t home. Never had been, never would be.

Florida was home.

The condo complex where he’d purchased his unit was an older one, with mature oak and pine trees that cast plenty of welcomed shade in all the right places and lent an air of isolation behind the eight-foot wooden fence that surrounded the entire complex. The common areas were landscaped, but allowed to be more free-form and natural-looking than strictly manicured. A walking trail threaded through the complex, and the pool area in the center of the grounds was a gorgeous oasis. There was a retention pond that had been allowed to look natural and was home to birds of various species. He could stand on his small screened lanai and look over at it and relax, enjoy, and simply…be.

Without a damn lawn to mow.

He’d looked at several places when he’d flown back for his interview in the hopes that he’d get the job. That way, when he received word he’d made the cut, he already had his choices narrowed down.

Maybe he’d buy a house one day. He’d had one before moving to Nebraska and had downsized because of the move. What a pain in the ass that had been, staging and selling the place.

For now, he’d be happy where he was, the best of both worlds. Home ownership in an apartment.

It also looked like he’d lucked out meeting Cole and Kim. They seemed very nice, easily people he could become friends with.

Cole’s gorgeous blue eyes would likely stay with him for a while, too, haunting Mason’s thoughts as he rubbed solo orgasms out.