Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance(41)

I was so aroused that by now, the pain was starting to mix with pleasure, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, my thighs trembling. I felt completely full.

I scrunched my face, gasping as he gently thrust in and out slowly. I was starting to get more and more used to his size, and the pain had completely given way to pleasure.

Sweat beaded our bodies, melding us together, and we locked lips into a deep kiss. Mason worked himself up into a slow, deep thrust that made my stomach clench like a giant fist.

The sound of smacking flesh filled the room as he swiveled his chiseled hips with expertise, leaving me breathless.

“A little faster,” I urged him in his ear, feeling that same fiery tempest in my stomach and wanting to release it. By now, I felt more relaxed and confident that I could handle more of him.

“You sure?”

I nodded.

Mason picked up speed, not going too fast, but harder, fuller, and deeper. I cried out each time he went deep, not in pain, but in pleasure, wanting more and more of him.

My stomach twisted into a tight knot, the sensation so powerful that I could hardly breathe.

“I’m about to come,” Mason croaked. His face and chest were covered with sweat and his eyes were hooded from pleasure.

His breathing was heavy, and he started to pick up speed, bringing us both to the brink, until . . .

A gasp escaped Mason’s lips when it hit.

And my world exploded into ecstasy.





Chapter 15





Carly




“I can’t believe that just happened,” I murmured lazily, tracing a finger up Mason’s broad chest.

We were lying naked in my bed after hours of exploring each other’s bodies. As if the hot sweaty sex on the counter wasn’t enough, we moved on to the couch, and finally to my bed, each time more exciting and promising than the last.

Now we were entwined in each other’s arms, exhausted by it all.

“They should call you Endurance instead of Razor,” I joked. “Do you ever tire out?”

Mason chuckled and squeezed me softly against him. “It was all you. You and that tight little * of yours.”

It was strange hearing Mason talk dirty to me, and I was sure it would take some getting use to, but I liked it. There had been sexual innuendo before, but it wasn’t quite the same. Maybe because now I knew he wasn’t just teasing me, but he was actually serious.

“So what are we going to do now?” I asked softly, nuzzling against his chest.

It didn’t matter if the whole world was after us. With Mason at my side, I felt like anything was possible.

I looked up from my reverie when I realized he hadn’t replied. “Mason?”

He side-eyed me. “Huh?”

“I said what are we going to do now?”

“Oh, I didn’t hear you. Well, we can’t stay here, that’s for sure. I think I’ll have my contact book us a hotel somewhere safe.”

“Shadow?” I guessed.

Mason nodded. “I haven’t talked to him since yesterday, but he’s been busy keeping someone off of our trail.”

I rose on my elbow and raised an eyebrow. “Someone?”

Something flashed across Mason’s eyes. “No one. Anonymous.”

When Mason saw my face crumple, he pulled me close and delivered a kiss to my forehead. “Don’t worry, baby, everything will work out.” It was the first time he’d call me that word and despite being upset with him, I loved hearing it roll off of his tongue. Even still, I hated how he was being secretive, like there was something he wasn’t telling me.

We laid there, and even despite the feeling that he wasn’t being completely honest, I felt more at home than I had in my entire life in his arms.

Finally, I broke the silence. “Mason, why’d you never tell me your true feelings,” I asked. “All of this could’ve avoided if you would have just spoke up.”

Mason wasn’t having it. “Don’t put all the blame on me. You have a mouth too. You could’ve just as easily told me.”

“Gee, ya think? But you’re supposed to be the ladies man.” I joked.

Mason laughed. “Better late than never, right? Besides, I did just give you the best dicking down you’ve ever had.”

I made a face. “It’s not like I have anything to compare it to. For all I know, you could be an amateur.”

“Oh yeah? Then you might want to consider a career in acting.” He raised his deep voice as high it would go, “Ohh yes, f*ck me harder Mason!” His voice cracked liked a teenager on the last word and I had to laugh. “That ring any bells?”

“You sound absolutely terrible!” I laughed.

Mason winked at me.

“But, no really, I asked first.”

Mason’s expression turned serious. “Well, for one . . . I was scared.”

I snorted with disbelief. “You? Scared? Please. I’ve seen the way you are around girls — it annoyed me to no end, in fact. You’ll have to do better than that.”

“You’d be surprised,” Mason said quietly. “And second, I always thought you barely tolerated me, as in you liked being around me at first, but you seemed to get more and more bitchy.”

“Well, why wouldn’t I? You were always doing something that pissed me off,” I explained. “Besides teasing me, you were always bringing home girls. Some of it was a feigned attempt to not let you on to my feelings, but I was angry at that.”