He slides the pants and my panties down my legs in one smooth motion, leaving me completely bare. The cool air hits my soaked pussy and I shiver.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, spreading my thighs wider with his big hands. “So wet and pretty. This sweet little pussy is dripping for me. Been thinking about tasting you again all day.”
He leans in and runs his tongue slowly up my slit, groaning at my taste. The wet heat of his mouth makes me cry out, my hips jerking against his face. He holds me down gently with one arm across my waist and licks deeper, tongue pushing inside me while his nose brushes my clit. The sensations are overwhelming, hot and slick and perfect. He sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue while two thick fingers slide into me, curling just right.
“Daddy,” I moan, the word slipping out naturally as pleasure builds fast and intense. “Oh god, that feels so good.”
He growls against me, the vibration making me whimper louder. “That’s right. Call me Daddy while I eat this perfect pussy. So tight and sweet. You taste like heaven, baby. Could stay here for hours.”
His fingers pump steadily, stroking that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes. His tongue works my clit relentlessly, sucking and licking until I’m shaking. The wet sounds of his mouth fill the cabin, mixing with my breathy moans and the crackle of the fire. I come hard with a cry, my thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure crash through me. He keeps licking and stroking me through it, drawing out every last tremor until I’m limp and gasping beneath him.
Mason crawls back up my body, kissing me deeply so I can taste myself on his tongue. He’s still fully dressed, but I can feel how hard he is, how much he needs me. I reach down and palm him through his jeans, feeling the thick length twitch under my hand.
“Please,” I whisper against his lips. “I want you inside me again. I need to feel you.”
He groans and pulls back just enough to strip off his clothes. His body is magnificent in the firelight, all hard muscle and rigorous strength. His cock juts out, thick and heavy, the head flushed dark and glistening. He settles between my thighs again, rubbing the head of his cock through my wetness.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promises, voice strained. “But fuck, Riley, I need you so bad.”
He pushes in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching me open. The feeling is intense, a perfect burn that turns into pure pleasure as he bottoms out. We both moan at the same time, the sound mingling in the warm air. He stays still for a moment, forehead pressed to mine, letting me adjust to his size.
“You feel so good,” he whispers, kissing me softly. “So tight and hot around me. Like you were made for my cock.”
He starts to move, slow deep strokes that make me gasp with every thrust. The quilt is soft beneath my back, the fire warm on our skin. His body covers mine completely, protective and possessive. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my hands sliding over the muscles of his back as they flex with every movement.
“I wish I could stay with you forever,” I whisper against his neck, my voice breaking slightly. “I want to memorize everything about you. The way you feel inside me. The way you look at me. The way you make me feel safe.”
Mason groans, thrusting a little harder, his hand sliding between us to rub my clit. “I wish that too, baby. More than you know. But right now you’re mine. All mine.”
The pleasure builds again, slow and deep this time. His strokes are steady and perfect, hitting that spot inside me with every thrust. His fingers on my clit are gentle butfirm. I come with a soft cry, clenching around him as waves of pleasure wash through me. He follows soon after, burying himself deep and groaning my name as he fills me.
We stay locked together afterward, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. I hold him close, trying to memorize the feel of him, the weight of him, the way he fits so perfectly with me. I know this can’t last forever. But for tonight, in this cabin, he’s mine. And I’m going to hold onto every single second.
22
Mason
The clock on the wall reads just past 2am, but time feels meaningless inside this cabin. The only light comes from the low glow of the wood stove, casting warm orange flickers across the room and turning everything soft and golden. Riley sleeps deeply beside me in the big bed, her body curled toward mine under the heavy quilts. Her dark hair spills across the pillow like silk, a few strands sticking to her cheek from the warmth. Her breathing is slow and even, lips slightly parted, one hand resting near her face with fingers curled like she’s holding onto something in her dreams.
I can’t stop watching her.
I should be up. I should be packing the last of the gear, checking the satellite phone again, preparing for thedrive to the small airfield. Instead I lie here on my side, propped on one elbow, completely still so I don’t wake her. The quilt has slipped down to her waist, revealing the soft curve of her bare shoulder and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She’s wearing one of my old t-shirts again, the fabric too big on her small frame, and the sight of her in my clothes does dangerous things to my thoughts.
I’m falling for her. Hard. Faster than I ever thought possible. I’ve never fallen for a woman in my life. Not like this. Not in a way that makes my heart feel too big for my ribs and my hands itch to hold her forever. This is not like me. I’m the man who stays detached. The marshal who gets the job done and moves on. But Riley crashed into my world like sunlight breaking through storm clouds, and now I can’t imagine going back to the gray without her.
She stirs slightly in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping her lips. The sound goes straight through me. I reach out and brush a strand of hair from her face with the back of my fingers, careful not to wake her. Her skin is warm and smooth under my rough touch. She leans into it even in sleep, like her body already knows it belongs next to mine.
I shouldn’t feel this way. She’s not mine to keep. She’s my responsibility. In a few hours a plane will take her toSeattle and then into full WITSEC. She’ll get a new name, a new life, a new everything. And I’ll be left here with nothing but memories and the echo of her laughter in this cabin. The thought lands like a blade, and I have to force myself to breathe through the sudden, sharp ache it leaves behind. I want to keep her. I want to hole her up here on this mountain and guard her with my life. I want to wake up every morning to the smell of her baking and fall asleep every night with her curled against my chest. Fuck, I want to be the man who gives her the happy ending she deserves in every romcom she’s ever loved.
But wanting doesn’t change reality. The Moretti family is still out there. They’re closing in. And her safety comes first. Always.
Riley shifts again, rolling toward me in her sleep. Her hand finds my chest and rests there, fingers curling lightly into my shirt. The trust in that unconscious movement nearly breaks me. I cover her hand with mine, feeling the delicate bones and soft skin. She’s so small compared to me, so fragile in so many ways, yet she has more strength than most people I’ve ever known. She survived witnessing a murder. She survived running. She survived me and my rough edges. And still she looks at me like I’m her hero.
I lean down and press a slow kiss to her forehead, breathing her in. Her hair smells like my shampoo and the faint sweetness that’s just her. I let my lips linger there, memorizing the warmth of her skin, the way her breath fans softly against my neck.
The satellite phone on the nightstand lights up with a silent alert. I glance at it. Time’s running out. But I stay right where I am, watching her sleep, letting myself feel every single thing I’ve been trying to push down. The love. The need. The bone-deep certainty that she’s mine.
They’ll have to carry me away from her. Because I’m not leaving her side. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not ever if I can help it.
