Page 94 of Fallen Hero

Three times.

In a perfect world, there’d be hundreds more.

But the world sucked, so I’d remember this time too.

He set me on my feet next to the partially filled bathtub.

I tried not to allow my disappointment to show. He was taking care of me by running me a bath, but I wasn’t ready for him to leave.

Do not get clingy, I warned myself.

“Oh, yeah, better than a dream,” he declared with a top-to-toe perusal.

I tried not to squirm under his scrutiny, but I failed. Especially when his fingers grazed up the inside of my thigh, gathering the wetness that was leaking.

“Fuck,” he growled, and tipped his eyes up. “I know it says something about me, how much I like my come dripping down your thigh, but I can’t begin to give a fuck what it says.”

My breath was stuck in my throat. So it was a good thing he didn’t seem to want a response when his lips gently pressed against mine and he gave me a gentle shove.

“In, baby.”

Damn. Overtime was over.

I would not show disappointment.

I stepped into the tub, inhaled, and turned to say something that was likely going to be stupid because there were no words to express how much he meant to me. He’d broken his vow to himself and given me something I’d cherish.

Some girls dreamed of roses on the bed and declarations of love upon losing their virginity.

Not me.

If I’d ever given it any thought, what Mason had given me was exactly what I would’ve wanted.

Respect.

Control over my choice.

And care and gentleness.

On top of that, he made it good for me—phenomenal, actually. He’d given me everything and didn’t make me feel silly for holding on to something most people lost by the time they were in their twenties.

But when I’d turned, his sweats were off and his very large penis was on display.

“Holy shit.”

“Calli.” I heard the humor in his voice but ignored it.

“Holy shit.”

His humor turned into a chuckle. “Sweetness.”

I knew it was rude to stare, but for the love of all things holy in the universe, I’d never seen a dick in real life. He was thick, and even flaccid there was a good deal of length, then there was the bell head . . . all of that making a very pretty picture.

“That’s um . . .” I cleared my throat. “That’s . . .” I ran out of words, even though I’d technically only said one and made a nonsensical sound.

“You gonna let me in or stand there and stare at my cock?”

“I think I want to stare at it a bit longer. I’m trying to figure out how it fit.”