When I'm Gone (Rosemary Beach #11)(55)

“That’s it,” he encouraged. His sexy whisper only made it worse, as the warmth of his breath tickled where his tongue had been. “Give it to me. Let me have it. Ride it out on my face.”

With those final words, I came apart.

Mase

I was certain nothing would ever be that beautiful in my lifetime.

Lifting my head, I pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh. Before she could completely come back from her high, I moved to lie beside her so I could pull her into my arms and hold her. She’d never left me one time. Her eyes had been full of desire. Not once had I seen the fear there, and I had been watching closely. When I had asked her to let me go down on her, I knew I was asking for a lot. I was prepared to stop the moment she panicked.

But she’d stayed with me. No darkness from her past came to take that away from us. When she’d cried out my name and shuddered underneath me, in that moment, I’d felt like the king of the world.

Her eyes fluttered against her cheek as she opened them back up. I hadn’t insisted that she keep them open when the orgasm hit her. She’d been lost in her own pleasure then, and I’d wanted her there. I’d enjoyed the way it coursed through her body and took her away for a moment.

Holding her tightly to me, I pressed a kiss to each of her eyelids. She made a soft little sound that reminded me of a kitten. It was almost a purr.

“What have you done to me, Reese Ellis?”

She tilted her head back and looked up at me. “I think that was you doing something to me,” she replied, with a shy but satisfied smile on her lips.

Chuckling, I buried my face in her hair and inhaled. “God, baby, you have no idea. You’ve got me so f*cking wrapped up. And I don’t even care.”

Reese turned toward me and ran her hand over my head, slipping her fingers into the leather string I used to pull it back. With a tug, she freed my hair, then wrapped my locks around her fingers as she played with it, still smiling like she owned the secret to all happiness.

“I love your hair,” she whispered.

“Next time I kiss your sweet *, I want your hands in my hair,” I told her, closing my eyes as she began to massage my scalp.

“I’m afraid I’d forget myself and pull it.”

“It would be so f*cking hot if you did.”

A soft giggle from her made me smile.

We cuddled in silence for several minutes. Her hands stayed in my hair, playing with it and rubbing my head. I had never been so content.

“Thank you for tonight. I’ve only had a birthday cake and a party once in my life that I can remember. And it ended up being a day I’d rather forget. But you just gave me a fairy-tale birthday party. I feel special.”

Her admission sent that painful slice through me. Shit. I hated hearing how this beautiful woman had been so f*cking abused and neglected. She deserved a fairy-tale life, but she had lived through hell instead. I was going to spend the rest of our lives making sure she had birthday parties that were fit for a f*cking queen. When we were old and gray, she’d have so many good memories that she wouldn’t remember the bad ones. I was going to spend my life erasing that shit.

“My best present was you,” she said, and pressed a kiss to my jaw.

All my anger at the injustice of her life faded away. She was safe and in my arms. She was mine.

Reese

The ringing of a phone woke me up. Sitting up, I looked around and squinted against the sunlight coming in through the window. The ringing stopped, and I heard the shower running in the bathroom. Mase had left the door wide open. Was that an invitation to peek? Because I really wanted to see him naked and wet.

Grinning, I had thrown back the covers and started to get up when the phone dinged and vibrated on the bed. Looking around, I saw Mase’s slim silver phone lying just below his pillow. I grabbed it. I could use that as my excuse for coming into the bathroom while he was showering. Not that he’d expect an excuse.

Knowing Mase, he was hoping I would.

I covered my mouth to suppress a giggle, and his phone dinged and vibrated again. Someone was really trying to get in touch with him. I stopped grinning, and the idea that it could be an emergency hit me.

I glanced down at the phone to see a text message from someone named Major. I didn’t mean to read it, but my eyes focused on the words her panties, and I couldn’t stop myself.

Sliding my finger over the screen, I opened the text message.

Major: Cord came by insistng she left her pantes under your bed from the other night. She was determined to get them. I let her in. But dude, she seemed pissed at you. You done f*cking her?

I reread that text over and over. It wasn’t my text to read. I was invading Mase’s privacy, but I couldn’t stop. Cord. Cordelia. He had been on the phone with her before. He was . . . he was f*cking her?

Her panties . . .

The other night . . .

Oh, God. I was going to be sick.

The urge to throw his phone against the wall and scream until all the pain in my chest melted away was strong. How could he do this? My Mase was so good to me. He was sweet and thoughtful. He was patient with me, and he took care of me.

And he was . . . a liar.

I had trusted him.

Everything in my body went numb. Except for my heart, which had ruptured in my chest.

The shower shut off, and I finally moved from the spot I had been frozen in. I swiped my finger over the text message and paused only a brief second to think it through before pressing delete. Then I put his phone back where he had left it. Without looking toward the bathroom, I walked out of the bedroom and as far across the apartment as I could. I stood in the corner farthest from him and waited.