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Mason marches to the door and yanks it open. I cower by the bed, unable to see whatever creature is causing that noise. I’m not trying to get eaten by a bear. Just as I’m about to ask what it is, I hear shuffling feet. “Fucking moose,” he mutters, slamming the door. He looks at me, his eyes narrowed. “It’s gone now.”
“Oh.” I bite my bottom lip, feeling very stupid for taking off my pants. “I thought it was a bear.”
“A bear?” he mocks.
“What?” I snap back, feeling defensive. “There are bears out here.”
“It was antlers bumping against the cabin. You’d know that if you hadn’t run off and turned all city slicker.”
A new fire burns in my chest, anger-fueled and scorching hot. I forgot how cranky Mason could be when he’s woken up unexpectedly. I take a step closer so I can poke a finger right in the center of his chest. “You don’t have to be an asshole.”
“Me?” He grabs my hip and yanks me to him. “I’mthe asshole?”
It doesn’t matter that he has a point. I’m fired up in too many ways to back down. Too close to his hard body and hot breath. His erection brushing my hip. The sex was always hottest after a fight. I didn’t realize how desperate I was for it until this moment. “You didn’t have toyellat me.” I smack his chest, but I don’t move my hand.
“Willow,” he growls a warning, his tone a mixture of frustration and desire.
“What?” I demand, digging my fingernails into his shirt. “I’m so fucking tired of people being mean!”
“This isn’t the part where I turn into a nice, understanding guy,” he warns. His eyes are molten with desire. “If you don’t back down, I’m going to punish you. There’ll be nothingniceabout the way I fuck you.”
I shiver at his words, the mere possibility they promise. I lean in, pushing my chin against his chest as I trap his gaze. “Do your worst,” I dare, hoping he’s not working me up only to let me down. Ineedthis. The tortured look in his eyes suggests he does too. I lean toward the bed, only to be yanked in the opposite direction.
In seconds, he flips the chair around and bends me over it. My panties are ripped off with enough force to rock the chair on its back legs. But its tipped back on all fours when Mason pushes a palm into my back.
I hear the yank of zipper. The only warning before he pushes my thighs apart with a knee and plunges into me all at once. I cry out louder than the scream that woke him up. But it’s not a cry of fear or pain. Oh no. It’s a homecoming. A pleasure overload.
“I knew you’d be wet,” he growls, pummeling me from behind, his balls slapping my sensitive skin with each forceful thrust. “But I didn’t expect you to be so fuckingtight.”
“I haven’t been sleeping around if that’s what you mean.” My words come out disjointed, between thrusts. I almost confess that there’s been no one, but he reaches around my hips and presses two firm fingers to my swollen button and shows it no mercy. Rendering me unable to use words. Only passionate cries and moans escape my lips.
“Come on my dick, Willow. Comehard.”
My orgasm is explosive. It rocks my entire body and I start to fall forward into the chair. He catches me by the hips. “That’s it. Milk my cock, babe.” He doesn’t slow his savage pace. Hate sex was always like this. No moments to catch our breath between climaxes.
He slaps my ass once, and I nearly go blind with pleasure. I forgot how fucking much I loved being punished by him.
“Come for me again,” he orders, thrusting harder. “Then I’m going to re-stake my claim. Remind you who you’llalwaysbelong to.”
I come apart on command. My second orgasm more powerful than the first. I release a series of cries in octaves I only reach with Mason. A wave of incomprehensible pleasure ripples through me, as if I’m leaving my body.
God, I’ve missed this.
Mason stills at last, emptying his cock inside me. “Mine,” he growls.
CHAPTER6
Mason
Icheck my gauges, letting out a discreet exhale as I prepare to land my Cessna on a grassy airstrip outside Caribou Creek. I glance sideways, wondering if she heard my relief, but she’s staring out the window like I don’t exist.
Not that I can blame her. Since the moment I pulled my cock out of her tight pussy last night, I’ve been coldhearted and distant. And it’s fucking taxed me to no end.
The short fifteen-minute flight to town has been filled with tense silence. There’s hurt in her eyes that I’m trying like hell to ignore. Trying to pretend it isn’t gutting me. Which isn’t fucking fair when she’s the one who leftmestanding at the altar.
Willow Gray has always been mine. Will alwaysbemine. No amount of time or distance can ever change that. But if I want to keep her with me for good, she needs to want it as badly as I do. Which is why I’ve resorted to asshole mode.
“Was there a fire?” she asks, her eyes fixed on a few hundred acres of charred spruce.
