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“Naughty Ms. Devin,” Mason said, his voice sounding deeper and huskier than it ever had. His grip tightened and he smiled devilishly. “All this time I thought you were a good girl,” he said as pushed into me with a grunt, “but I was so wrong about you.”
I struggled to make a sound, to retort with something sassy, but all I could manage was a strained gasp. I was completely and utterly under his control. Having Mason’s hand clamped around my throat might have been the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
“God, your pussy feels amazing,” he said, leaning forward to kiss my lips. I let out a sad moan when he pulled his hand from my throat, but my disappointment was short-lived—because he used both hands to hold up my legs as he slammed his hips against mine with even deeper thrusts.
I could hear the sound of a car on gravel in the distance—the gravel lot at the back of the school. Someone was here. Mason heard it, too—but instead of stopping, he lowered his body against mine. He shushed me and then covered my mouth with his to keep me quiet.
My heart pounded in my chest. The idea of someone catching us was kind of a thrill.
I could be fired.
I could be arrested for public indecency.
This was so wrong.
I could feel myself inching toward another orgasm. I moaned, tilting my head backwards against the vinyl. “Can you come for me again, princess?” Mason growled against my ear.
I looked into his eyes—and, like last time, it was that level of intimacy that made me explode from the inside. I ran my fingernails down his back, clenching around his cock with a deeper orgasm ten times more powerful than the last. I moaned until he clamped a hand over my mouth, and I bit his hand—not hard enough for him to hurt, but enough for him to really feel it. Mason pressed his face into my collarbone as he sank into me again and again, faster now. His hand slid off my mouth as he twitched on top of me. “Fuck—Kendall,” he groaned, his entire body shuddering as he came inside of me.
I ran my hands up and down his sweaty back as he quivered above me, his face still buried in my neck. As soon as he rolled off, I pulled down my skirt to catch the semen oozing out of me—the less mess we had to clean up, the better. Mason put an arm around my waist, sliding his other one behind my head. I nestled against his armpit, totally breathless. He turned to me and smiled before planting a kiss on my sweaty forehead. We lay there in silence for a moment, both of us listening—was someone else still here?
Somewhere nearby, a car door slammed, followed by the sound of tires on gravel again. They were leaving. “I think we’re in the clear now,” Mason said.
“Good.”
He gazed into my eyes as he stroked my arm with his thumb. “That was incredible.”
“My legs are still shaking.”
That made him smile proudly. He could probably feel how much I was still trembling all over—it wasn’t just my legs. And as smug as he might have felt about it, he still stroked my hair and said, “You’ve never looked more beautiful than you do right now.”
I laughed. “I’m a mess.”
“Yeah, and I like it.” He touched my chin and kissed me. The cool breeze flowing through the screens of the bouncy castle made me shiver. Mason sat up to pull on his boxers, but in a matter of seconds, he was back by my side. “I know we probably should get out of here before we get caught,” he said, putting his arm around me, “but can I hold you first?”
I turned so my back was against his chest, giving him my silent answer. He wanted to hold me. I’d never felt safer or more cared for than I did in the arms of Mason Reed.
And despite the nagging awareness that this wasn’t supposed to happen and probably never would again, I shut my eyes, savoring this moment for as long as I could.
chapter twenty-five
mason
We were lucky the bouncy castle began deflating as we slept—otherwise, we might have awoken to a crew of amused carnival ride disassemblers in the morning. We scrambled to gather our discarded clothes and crawled out before it could fully collapse on us, only to have to re-inflate it because I’d lost my phone in there. Not only that, but we thought it might be respectful to clean up after ourselves.
I was still smiling as I tiptoed into the dark house, quietly locking the door behind me. I was thinking about how we parted in the parking lot—the way we embraced for the longest time because we were either too sleepy to move or simply unwilling to let go. And when I leaned in for one last kiss, she shoved her underwear in my pocket.
I rested my tired body against the front door, holding Kendall’s underwear against my chin. How I would look at her with a straight face on Monday, I wasn’t sure. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
Even after I washed my face and brushed my teeth, Kendall’s taste lingered in my memory. I never wanted to forget the feeling of being between her thighs or the way my name sounded when she screamed it. Sighing, I dried my face with a hand towel and trudged to my bedroom.
The second I opened my dresser drawer to hide Kendall’s panties away, I heard a quiet, squeaking cry come from my bed. “Jesus Christ,” I muttered, flipping on the light. I turned around to see Finley curled into the fetal position on my bed, half-covered by the comforter and clutching her new jellyfish. She clamped her eyes shut, bothered by the overhead light. “Finley, what the hell? You’re supposed to be up in Grandma’s room.”
She inhaled. “I was looking for you, and you weren’t here!”
I sat on the bed beside her, nudging her feet out of my way. “Fin, you knew I had to stay and clean up.”
“But not for fifteen hours!”
