Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance(55)

A cry of joy ripped from her throat as she exploded with ecstasy, almost going into uncontrollable convulsions as I pounded her, fighting to hold back my own orgasm.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she yelled. “I’ve been ready for it for a long time!”

I grinned, and a few thrusts later, I let go.

A raw, shout of triumph escaped my lips as I exploded inside of her.





Chapter 21





Carly




I awoke with a start. The room was dark, the blinds closed. I could barely make out anything and had no idea how long I slept.

Moaning with pleasure, I reached out next to me, to feel his strong muscular body, but all I felt was . . . an empty bed.

Oh no. Not again.

My heart pounding, I began to roll out of the bed when I heard a chuckle from somewhere nearby and froze.

“Looking for me?” I heard a click and then light from a lamp flooded the room. Mason, who was garbed only in his boxers, was seated near the window at a small table, staring at me.

“What the hell are you doing over there?” I demanded. I was suddenly aware that I was still naked, and Mason seemed to be taking delight in staring at my breasts, but I didn’t care. He’d seen every part of me now anyway, and would hopefully be seeing it for the rest of his life.

“I was just staring at your beautiful face,” he explained.

I made a face. “In the dark? And from way over there?”

“I,” he brought a fist to his lips and coughed. “Woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

I looked around, stretching my arms above my head and yawned. “What time is it?” It felt like I’d slept forever.

Mason glanced out the window. “Around 6 am.”

I grimaced. “Shit. I had no idea I slept that long.”

“That’s what happens when I unleash the Razor.”

I snorted. “Pfft. Give me a week and it will be you who’s dead tired when we’re done.”

Mason’s eyes sparkled with challenge. “I’m going to make sure to hold you to that.”

I yawned again. “So what do we do now?”

“We’re hitting the road in another thirty minutes after breakfast. We’ll find a nice little place in Mexico to hole up.”

I frowned. I really didn’t want to go, but I knew Mason would feel safer. “Um, Mexico?”

Mason nodded. “Then we’ll decide what non-extradition country we want to go to.”

I became silent, thinking. Life on the run wasn’t all too appealing to me. As long as I had Mason I’d be happy, but I just hoped it wouldn’t be a long-term thing.

Mason reached down and took something out of a sack and tossed it at me.

“What the hell is this?” I asked, making a face and picking it up. It was a damn joker’s face mask with red, rosy cheeks, like the mask from the SAW movies.

“We’re headed to Los Santos before we cross into Mexico,” Mason explained. Los Santos was a sanctuary city that bordered the U.S. and Mexico. I assumed Mason chose it as our destination because it was known as one of the easiest places to slip across the border.

“And I have to wear a mask to go there?”

Mason shook his head. “We couldn’t be going at a better time. Los Santos is holding their annual street faire. A lot of people get all dressed up in costumes to celebrate. Wearing those masks, we’ll blend right in.”

“Oh joy,” I muttered, fingering the mask. “I can hardly wait. What are we going to do when we get there?”

“Enjoy the faire a bit and then wind down. We’ll head out in the early morning with a group Shadow set us up with.”

I thought for a moment. “Do you think Maddy will follow us?”

Mason shook his head. “Doubt it. Even if she does, we’ll be long gone by the time she catches on.”

“Mason,” I said, lowering my head. “About Brian. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you at first. And I still don’t know if the hatred is as bad as you think, but the cold, heartless way he talks about you makes me think he wouldn’t care too much if you did end up in prison, or maybe even dead.”

“That’s because he doesn’t,” Mason said.

“But why though?” I asked. “You still haven’t told me. I mean, I could see him a little upset at you just dropping out and leaving like you did, but it seems to run deeper than that.”

Mason sighed. “You killed my boner, you know that?”

I shrugged helplessly. “Sorry.”

Mason half-chuckled and then adopted a serious expression. “Just kidding. Ok. I’ve never told anyone this story. Shortly after I was born, my mother died from complications.”

“I knew that already,” I said.

“Yeah, but you haven’t let me get to the rest.”

“Sorry,” I apologized. “You know I have a penchant for interrupting.”

“Don’t I know it? But that’s what makes me love you all the more. Anyway, Dad was heartbroken for many years because of it. He didn’t know what to do with himself — it was awful. I was too young then to know what was going on, but as I got older, Dad would say things to me that no parent should say to their child.”