Lost Before You (Heart's Compass Book 2) Page 18

  He squeezes his eyes closed as he thrusts his hips into me. The sound of his heavy pants combined with our skin smacking fills the air around us.

  “Reach down and rub your clit,” he breathes. His shoulders are wound tight as he fights to hold off his release. Running my hand along my stomach, my fingers ease down between us over the sensitive flesh. My fingers skate along my pussy lips as I rub my fingers around his aching cock with each thrust he makes.

  “Shit, Brea,” he breathes, gritting his teeth. “I want you to come with me.”

  I should tell him just watching the way his body reacts to me, to my touch, is enough to send me reeling, but I don’t. Instead, I do as I am told and rub my fingers against my swollen clit. The pressure against my tight bud causes my core to tighten. Mason unleashes a deep grunt and that’s all I need to send my release racing through me.

  Mason drops my legs to his side as he leans forward pressing his chest slick with sweat against my own. With my thighs pressed tight against his hips, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. As soon as we’re a breath away, his mouth is once again on mine.

  “You fit so perfectly around me, in my arms. It’s like you were made for me.”

  His words come out hoarse and my heart beats out of control hearing him. Our chests heave as we both work to catch our breath and Mason rolls next to me.

  “I could stay like this all night,” I hum, closing my eyes as my body settles in next to him.

  “This does feel perfect,” he whispers. He tilts his head down toward me and presses as soft kiss against my forehead. “But we’re not done. Turn onto your stomach and slide down to the end of the bed.”

  The look on my face must be one of surprise as he lets out a deep laugh.

  Sitting up on my knees, I watch as Mason climbs out of the bed and pads his feet toward the foot of the bed. I do as he says and I follow him there.

  “Turn around with your ass in the air and press your cheek against the bed.”

  I feel my face heat and I’m thankful I can’t see him from this angle, although it would be sexy as hell to watch his perusal of my body.

  “Mm, you look so fucking sexy like this.”

  Running his hands along the inside of my thighs, he moves my legs so they are spread further apart as butterflies take flight in my stomach.

  The warmth of his breath against my backside causes my legs to tense as he runs his rough hands up toward my ass. Spreading my ass cheeks apart, he lets out a small groan before his mouth is on me.

  My body jolts as his tongue slides, sucking on the sensitive bud before working his way up, fucking me.

  “Holy shit,” I moan, pressing my pussy against his face, riding him. This earns me a moan of my own.

  He runs his tongue from my clit up toward my ass. The sensation new and unfamiliar, but feels so fucking good.

  Raising up on my arms, I turn, looking over my shoulder. As soon as my eyes connect with Mason’s, I watch as he inserts his finger in his mouth, wetting it. He draws it out slowly, knowing my curiosity of what he plans to do gets the best of me.

  Pressing in close again, he runs his tongue from my clit up toward my ass once again, causing my arms to shake. Adding his finger, he lightly draws a circle around my heat, teasing my opening. My chest constricts with every strangled breath.

  As soon as his finger enters me, I feel my pussy tighten around him.

  “So wet and tight,” he chokes out before adding a second finger.

  As quick as he is there, he’s gone and my body aches from the loss. Trailing his wet fingers up toward my hole, spreading the wetness around my ass, he presses his finger against my puckered skin as I take a deep breath preparing for the intrusion.

  “Do you like that?” he asks.

  I’m unable to form words or think rationally with the way his fingers rub around the tight ring.

  “Someday, Brea, I’m going to fuck this hole.” My body moves closer to him, as if reacting on its own.

  “Is that what you want, baby? You want me to fuck you here?” he asks, running his tongue and finger against my ass. Every nerve ending comes alive from his touch, knowing it’s exactly what I want.

  He trails his finger down toward my pussy before inserting two of his skilled fingers.

  “Mm, I think that’s exactly what you want,” he says, kissing along my ass cheek.

  Peering over my shoulder once again, I see him wrapping his hand around his length. His fingers wet with my arousal are glistening as he fucks his hand.

  “Fuck me,” I moan, pushing back toward him as he takes a step closer, lining himself up. Gripping both of my ass cheeks, he holds me open as he enters me slowly, inch by delicious inch. My arms are shaking with need, unable to hold myself up anymore. Leaning forward, I press my face against the mattress of the bed. The change in the angle is forcing him in deeper with each thrust.

  “Damn,” he moans as he starts chanting my name. His hands are firm on my hips with each hard slap of his skin against the back of my thighs.

  “I’m close,” I moan. He slants his body over mine, gripping my waist. As soon as I feel his fingers rub along the tight bud of my clit, I’m catapulted into oblivion. Stars dance in front of me as I squeeze my eyes shut for one last thrust.

  “I was right,” he groans, kissing a line down the spine of my back. “You are perfect for me.”

  When I wake up the next morning, I stretch my arms over my head. The ache I feel from last night is a welcome soreness. Running my hand along my stomach, I let my mind drift back to how it felt having Mason in my bed the night before.

  Don’t get me wrong, I knew he was skilled in the sex department. His fingers were always capable of drawing out award winning orgasms. Sex with Kaleb had been good, but nothing in comparison to Mason.

  I can’t picture what life would be like if this was the type of performance I could expect every day. Sitting up, I move to climb out of bed. Even that small movement has me biting my lip from the aches.

  Looking over to the nightstand, I see two small pills with a glass of water and a note saying, “take me.” Picking the note up, I study the handwriting, recognizing it as Mason’s chicken scratch.

  “Really,” I sigh, flipping the card over.

  As soon I see what’s written on the back, I choke out a laugh seeing the words “Yes, really” causing my stomach to clench. The movement triggering my body to tense once again.

  With one hand pressed against my stomach, I lean forward and pick up the two Tylenol capsules, tossing them into my mouth. Taking a quick drink of water, I wash them down.

  Smart ass.

  After making a quick stop in the bathroom to relieve my bladder, I slide on my pullover and wander into the kitchen.

  “There she is,” Connie sings, standing at the stove. The smell of breakfast permeates the air, causing my stomach to instantly growl.

  “Someone’s hungry.” She laughs, hearing my reaction to the delicious smells.

  “Famished,” I say, walking around the island to where she’s standing.

  “Can I help?” I ask, pulling up my sleeves, hoping to help her again. I enjoyed our time in the kitchen yesterday, helping her cook dinner for Callum and Ellie and bake brownies for the guys. My mom and I haven’t baked together in years, but it made me want to do it more often.

  “Nonsense, dear. I got this, it should be ready in just a few minutes,” she reassures, looking up and flashing me a smile.

  “You can help me grab the plates. There in that cabinet,” she states, pointing to the cupboard on the other side of the sink.

  Doing as she asks, I pull out the plates from the cabinet along with forks.

  “How was your night out?” she asks, making small talk. The mention of last night causes the heat to rise in my cheeks as I turn focus my attention on setting the table
. My body tingles thinking of the way Mason touched me.

  Jesus, Brea. You shouldn’t be thinking about this in front of his mother. Get a grip!

  “It was a great time. It was fun to meet the people Mason has talked a lot about. It was also a nice change of pace,” I say, setting the last plate down.

  “Are you from a small town like Arbor Creek?”

  “No, I actually grew up in a fairly big city compared to Arbor Creek. I’m from Cleveland.”

  “Is that right? I bet it’s so much bigger in comparison to Arbor Creek. Could you see yourself living in a town this small?”

  I can tell by the tone of her voice she’s hinting at something here. Until I got here and Kinsley brought it up last night, I really hadn’t given it much thought. I know I don’t want to go back to Cleveland after graduation, and if moving here meant I could stay closer to Mason, I would do it in a heartbeat.

  “My dream is to work with kids as a kindergarten teacher. I can do that just about anywhere. I would move if I knew being here would make me happy.”

  “You know, I’ve never seen my son as happy as he has been since being back here. Despite the issues going on between Mason and Callum, he seems to be quite head over heels. As a mother, nothing makes me happier than to see her sons in love.”

  The mention of love takes me by surprise and the sudden inhale of breath has me struggling to breathe. I hadn’t even taken a drink, but I quite possibly may be the first person to choke on air. Holding my fist to my mouth, I cough, trying to force air into my lungs.

  “Umm...I’m sorry, Mrs. Whitt, but Mason and I are just friends.”

  I don’t even like the way it sounds and I find myself averting my eyes, knowing it’s not the truth. We may have started out best friends, but the feelings I have for Mason are so much more than I am leading her to believe.

  I’m quite certain that the way he worked my body over last night was unlike anything two friends would do for each other, but I’m not going to let myself think about it again in front of his mother.

  Working up the courage, I turn my head and my eyes fall on hers. Her raised eyebrow and knowing smirk says she’s not buying it, but I don’t press any further.

  As soon as I am finished with setting the table, I help her carry the dishes. We never ate family style at the table together where we dished our food while seated together.

  As if on cue, I hear Mason’s feet as he takes the stairs down into the kitchen. I sense something is bothering him the moment he walks to the room. The tired and worn out look on his face has me feeling terrible. I kept him up so late after he spent most of the day working outside with Randy.

  “Morning, sweetie,” Mrs. Whitt says, holding her arm out to Mason and he leans forward pressing a kiss to his mom’s cheek.

  “Morning,” he mutters. “That smells really good.”

  I find myself standing here staring at the interaction between Mason and his mom, as if trying to decipher what could be bothering him. When he turns toward me, our eyes meet. My eyebrows furrow, as if trying to silently ask him what’s wrong.

  “I’ll be right back. I’m going to go let Randy know breakfast is ready. You two have a seat.”

  Mason raises his closed fist in front of his mouth as he clears his throat, walking around me to take a seat at the table. My eyes follow him as I turn on my heel, pulling out the chair across from where Mason is now sitting.

  “Good morning,” I say, hoping he’ll flash me his smile and reassure me everything’s okay.

  “Hi,” he responds and I struggle against the urge to pull him with me out of the room so we can talk.

  “Is everything… okay?”

  “Why wouldn’t it be?” His voice is clipped.

  “I guess I don’t know. Did you sleep okay?”

  Picking up the pitcher of water, I pour some into my glass and take a drink.

  “I slept fine.”

  The sound of Mrs. Whitt’s laugh filters through the air as Randy follows along behind her into the kitchen. I hear Randy mutter something about smacking her ass and I can’t help but laugh watching her swat his arm away.

  “Alright, take a seat. It’s time to eat,” she chides, but he does what she says.

  “Morning, son, Brea,” Randy says. “You two got in late. Glad to see you up already.”

  The way he mentions us getting in late makes me think he is aware we didn’t come inside right when we got home. It was a little after two in the morning by the time Mason and I snuck into the house. Granted, they knew we were out so it’s not like we really had to sneak around.

  Once Connie sits down, taking a seat next to Randy and me, she grabs my hand. I follow her lead and reach across the table to Mason, folding my hand in his.

  The heat of his touch warms my skin as I swallow down my worries. Looking up at him, I see his eyes soften as he bows his head and closes his eyes.

  “Heavenly father, we thank you for this meal. Thank you for watching over our family through this rough week. Please use your healing hand and light as a reminder of the love we have around us. In your name we pray, amen!”

  “Amen.”

  Opening my eyes, I find Mason staring at me as I move my hand back into my lap.

  “Go ahead now, dig in. We don’t want the food getting cold before we have a chance to enjoy it.”

  We begin plating our food and passing it to each other around the table. Each time my eyes find Mason’s throughout the meal, he quickly diverts them from me. Most of the conversation is spent talking about how things are going at Whitt Construction and Mason’s plans after graduation.

  We already arranged to meet at Callum’s house for dinner with Mason’s dad, Steven, and Ellie. Mason was tight lipped when I mentioned it in the car on the way to Brodie’s last night, but I know him enough to know he’s nervous about how things will go.

  I think it’s time Callum knows the truth about his Dad going to rehab.

  Mason and I don’t talk for most of the afternoon. After breakfast, he goes out to help Randy in the stables again. I’m kind of frustrated if I’m being honest. I feel like he’s running and I’m not sure why.

  It left me feeling annoyed, so I hide out in my bedroom and take a nap for a little bit before relaxing on the front porch, reading what is left of my book I brought with me for the trip.

  It’s before dinner time when we make the trip to Callum’s house. Mason mentioned to me awhile back that Callum had bought part of the property from Randy, specifically the area that had the pond he grew up loving. It was a quick drive.

  The house sits far behind the trees and off the road, you wouldn’t know someone lived here unless you were specifically looking for it. As soon as we near the house, I see the sleek black BMW sitting in front of the garage. Peering over, I see an older man who I would assume is Mason and Callum’s dad.

  Opening the door, I slide out of the front seat and round the back to where Mason and his dad are hugging.

  “Good to see you!”

  “It’s good to see you, too. You look good,” Mason says, clapping his dad on the back. Smiling down at his son and it brings out a smile on Mason’s face.

  “I feel good.”

  “You ready?”

  I sense Mason’s worry as he glances over at his father, climbing the front steps.

  “You bet I am.”

  “Hi, Brea,” he says, flashing his warm smile at me, too.

  “Hello, Mr. Reid.”

  He looks incredibly handsome and dressed as I would expect for a lawyer in a suit and tie.

  “Mr. Reid, do I look that old to you? Please call me Steven.”

  I agree as he holds his arm out for me to go in front of him. We take the steps toward the front door. Mason rings the doorbell as we all stand back, waiting.

  Callum opens the door and my eyes immed
iately fall on the petite blonde standing next to him.

  “Hello, son,” Steven says, greeting Callum with a warm smile.

  “Hello, father, Mason,” Callum’s voice is clipped. My eyes bounce between Callum and Mason before falling on Ellie’s standing behind him.

  Her eyes meet mine and it’s as if we are communicating between the two of us how worried we are for how this could go.

  “Brea, it’s good to see you again,” Callum’s smile is less forced and I do my best to give him a reassuring smile in return.

  Callum steps off to the side, holding his arm out to Ellie who stands next to him before waving us in.

  “This is a nice place you have, man. I haven’t seen it since I was home for Christmas but a lot has changed,” Mason says, looking around the living room.

  Ellie steps in close to me, holding her hand out for me to shake. “Hi, Ellie. It’s nice to meet you, even though the circumstances that brought us here are very unfortunate.”

  I feel guilty for the mention of what happened to her.

  “It’s nice to meet you, too.”

  Despite the bruising on her face and her split lip that looks to be healing, she is so pretty. Her long blond hair falls over her shoulders, making her look almost angelic.

  “Would you like something to drink? I can show you to the kitchen and leave them to talk for a bit,” she asks as she looks over to Callum.

  I sense the love between the two of them. The way their eyes find each other, as if connected to each other by some invisible force.

  “That sounds wonderful.” I smile, watching as Ellie looks to Callum. He nods reassuringly as we make our way into the kitchen.

  “Your house is stunning,” I say, looking around the kitchen to the oak cabinets that wrap-around the kitchen. The back of the house has French doors overlooking the pond Mason mentioned them visiting when he was young.

  “Oh, this isn’t my house. I’m just staying here for now,” Ellie says. “It really is beautiful though. I don’t want Callum to hear me say this but it’s almost too pretty for me.” She laughs as she opens the cabinet and takes out two glasses for the two of us.