When You're Back (Rosemary Beach #12)(31)

“Piper left for a business meeting with Arthur. No one’s here,” she said as she shoved her jeans down and wiggled her hips. Her jeans fell to her ankles, and then she placed both of her hands on the edge of the desk, throwing her hair over her shoulder and looking back at me. “I need you now.”

This wasn’t like her, but I wasn’t going to complain. Her sweet ass was wiggling and waiting. No way in hell was I telling her no. If someone walked in, I’d cover her up; I couldn’t give a shit if they saw my ass.

She spread her legs as far as her jeans would let her and stuck her bottom up high in the air. This wasn’t a sight a man could turn down. It was beauty and sex all rolled into one.

I quickly undid my jeans and shoved them down before sliding my hands back up her shirt and grabbing her breasts, now swaying freely as she bent over. “Are you wet?” I asked her, pressing a kiss to her back.

“My panties are soaked.”

Fuck.

I used one hand to position myself, then sank in with one swift thrust. She cried out and bucked beneath me. Her breasts filled my hands as I began sliding in and out slowly, enjoying her tight heat and soft moans.

I kissed every spot on her back and neck that I could reach while my hands went to work pleasing her nipples.

“Mase,” she panted. “Oh, God.”

Not gonna lie; I loved it when she called me God. “My hot, sweet *,” I replied as I worked my way in and out of her.

Soon she’d have a ring on her finger telling the world she was mine. The thought of that made my inner caveman roar to life and my dick pulse harder inside her. I wanted to claim her. Mark her and make sure no one else ever touched her.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Harder.”

I began to pump inside her with more intensity, and her hands fisted against the desk as she cried my name. Her walls squeezed me, and I began to spasm and tighten as I released into her, her name on my lips.

It took several moments for both of us to catch our breath. When the world came back into view, I smiled as she lay across the desk, sated.

“I can’t believe we did that,” she said breathily.

“Honestly, me, neither. But I’m sure glad we did.”

She laughed and buried her head in her hands. “Me, too.”

My chest tightened with emotion, and I ran my fingertips down her back. She was my woman.

Reese

The next few days went by without me having to deal with Captain. It had been a reckless move to have sex in my office, but I needed to associate the place with Mase. The next time Captain put food on this desk, I’d know it was right where Mase had taken me. It felt like our spot now. In my mind, it cleared all the Captain out of here. I could even smell Mase now when I walked in. He had marked this area, and I liked that feeling. It gave me confidence. It felt like he was here with me.

There was no sign of Captain on Friday, and I breathed a sigh of relief at the end of the work week. No more lunches, no more comments meant to make me question Mase, no more flirting. I could enjoy my job without his annoying presence.

Mase and I had just arrived home when Major pulled up, dressed in a pair of jeans, a fitted black T-shirt, boots, and a cowboy hat on his head. “When y’all ready to head out?” he asked, as if we had plans.

I glanced up at Mase, who was scowling. “I told you we weren’t going with you.”

Major didn’t let that get to him. “But I got three tickets to hear Pat Green at Billy Bob’s tonight,” he said, holding up the tickets. “You can’t make me go alone. Besides, it’s Pat Green. Get your asses dressed, and let’s go.”

I had no idea who Pat Green was, but I could tell by the look on Mase’s face that he did. He seemed to be contemplating it. I waited, and then he turned to look at me. “You up for a concert tonight? Or would you rather stay here?”

I could tell he wanted to go, and honestly, it sounded like fun. I didn’t know what Billy Bob’s was or who Pat Green was, but I was up for anything. I nodded. “Yep. I like concerts.” I had actually never been to a concert, but I didn’t mention that.

“And you’ll f*cking love Pat Green. Ain’t nothing better than him in concert except Robert Earl Keen. Wish like hell he’d been playing tonight. But that’s for another time. Go get your sexy ass fixed up,” Major said, which drew a scowl from Mase.

Major just chuckled and sauntered past us into the house.

“Once you get over his dumb-ass shit, he’s tolerable,” Mase said, still sounding annoyed.

I laughed. I liked Major. He was funny. “He doesn’t bother me.”

Mase didn’t look convinced as we headed to the bedroom to get ready.

“No f*ckdickery in there. We got a show to get to. Besides, it ain’t fair for me to have to listen and not get to watch,” Major called out behind us.

We ate delicious barbecue at the café at Billy Bob’s before finding our seats. I didn’t have cowgirl gear to match the two cowboys I was with, but I did have on my boots and jeans. I had tied up a flannel shirt the way I’d seen Piper do to reveal my midriff, but Mase had untied it, shaking his head, and tucked it back in for me.

This place wasn’t what I pictured a honky-tonk would look like, and I’d said as much when we drove up. Mase told me it wasn’t a true honky-tonk; it was a big building with a restaurant, a store, and a huge stage. I couldn’t take in everything fast enough, though I quickly realized I was in the minority without a cowgirl hat.