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NYLA

My key had never not fit on my lock so many times in the seven years Brady and I lived in my rented townhouse.

That might have had something to do with the rugby player currently kissing his way along my neck, but I was determined to make that key fit and Open.

My. Damn. Door.

Mason’s hands clasped my waist as I rallied my final attempt and aimed my scratched little key at the lock.

And missed.

His lips moved to the hollow of my throat where he sucked gently.

A soft clank announced my key hitting the cement doorstep at my toes .

“Bugger,” I muttered, leaning my head back onto his shoulder.

“Forget it.” Mason squeezed my waist rhythmically.

“Forget…what?” Hell, I swore this man’s hands were made for sex.

Or me. Or…something.

I could barely think around him, let alone string a sentence together.

“The key? I think we need to get inside, Mace.”

He laughed against my skin.

“Fuck that.” He pushed me to one side, into a tiny nook—read beyond teensy space that hid absolutely nothing—until my back pressed into the alcove that stood perpendicular to the doorway.

I stared down the roadway at oncoming cars and their overly strong headlights as I hid in the shadows and Mason dropped to his knees before me.

“What?” Warm, large hands drifted inside my black silk skirt, his calloused fingers pressing my thighs apart.

“No, Mason?—”

“Hush, Nyla. Or don’t. Your neighbourhood could probably do with a show.”

Dark eyes glittered in the reflected streetlight, before he dipped his head and licked along the sheer lace of my thong that I opted to wear under my skirt for my date tonight .

My breath hitched, and the noise that followed, slipping from my lips, terrified me.

I clamped both hands over my mouth as my thighs trembled, barely holding me up, even though I had the sense that Mason had barely started on whatever he planned for tonight.

One hand pressed to my stomach, pinning me back to the wall, preventing me from sliding down into a Nyla shaped puddle, which is exactly what would have happened if he hadn’t caught me before his tongue went back to its devious work.

His other fingers stroked lightly across the soft lace, over my aching, slicked flesh.

I moaned into my cupped hands as he tasted me, licking my thighs, making a mess.

Deft fingers caught the edge of my sheer thong and flicked the thin material aside.

His tongue slid across my waxed skin as I arched against the hand that pinned me in place, choking on the scream as he buried those thick fingers inside me.

My body lifted from the wall but he pushed me back and closed his mouth over my pussy, sucking and licking in all the right places, all at once.

Pleasure bloomed across every inch of me.

I struggled to stand but he held me in place, working his fingers quickly as I panted into my hands.

The scream in my throat built beyond anything I could control.

Heat gushed between my legs as I snapped forward at the waist with the force of my orgasm.

He surged upward, capturing my mouth with his and swallowed my scream.

The taste of my own pleasure slammed into my taste buds as his tongue invaded my mouth, lashing at the same rate his fingers plunged into me from below.

Mason pinned me back into the alcove with his body, arched over me as I came for him a second time, drenching his hand, my pleasure lingering on his tongue and mine.

I would have begged for more, anything, but I couldn’t form more than a bare thought.

“Need you,” I mumbled against his mouth.

“Damn, that’s what I want to hear, gorgeous. But I’m gonna take you inside for that,” he rasped against my mouth.

Our bodies broke contact for a second as he scooped to ground level and came back up with my key that worked for him like it hadn’t for me minutes before, the traitorous thing.

Mason’s arm wrapped around me as he drew me into his chest, lifting me against his hard torso.

His mouth never left mine as he slammed the door behind him, and flicked the lock .

“Where’s your bedroom, Nyla?” His voice came out low and rough in the darkness, his oversized body bumping into walls he didn't know.

“Put me down,” I murmured, running my hands along his chest. “Just for now,” I added when he didn’t budge.

“Mmhm,” he muttered, releasing me with no small dose of reluctance.

“It’s not a big place. Probably nothing like yours,” I mused, finding his hand and leading him along the short hall and took the second left after Brady’s room. “Here–”

I didn’t get to take another breath before he was on me. Large hands cupped my jaw, tipping my head back. My lips parted—on a breath, or a word—that we shared for a fraction of a second before he covered my mouth in a deep kiss that left me leaning into him.

Mason still tasted of peat and whiskey, but with a hint of the chocolate dessert we shared before, and something sweeter now. His tongue swept across my lips, pushing deeper as his hands dropped to cradle me against him. He backed me up until my knees hit the bed and we folded together. All sense of gravity left me as we fell, but he never let me go. My skirt slipped aside as his knee pushed my thighs apart, one hand gripping my hip to haul us both further up the mattress. Fingers dug into my skin hard enough to bruise.

“Sorry, gorgeous. But fuck if I don’t want you,” he rasped, dragging his mouth from mine. Dark eyes pierced through me before he kissed me again, rough and untethered and wild.

This was the Mason Hale who terrified everyone else. The Mason Hale who was untouchable.

And here he was, in my bed, peeling clothes from my body even as he yanked his shirt over his head. I pushed up to trace my fingertips across his chest, memorizing every ridge of muscle as he worked my skirt over my legs with one hand. My thong never stood a chance. A flick of his wrist tore through the flimsy lace. I gasped at the ripping noise that echoed around my bedroom, jerking my gaze back to him.

“You don’t need these around me, not on date night. Alright?” His mouth grazed over mine, his kiss searing.

“Alright,” I whispered, back, breathless as I wriggled a few inches up the bed, desperate for space. Hell, I could barely breathe around this man.

Mason’s hand clamped over my thigh, pinning me in place. “You’re right where you need to be, Nyla.” Both hands ran up my body, along my arms to stretch them over my head. He pressed them into my pillow with one hand, tangling our fingers together. “Are you on birth control?”

“The shot.” I pulled a hand free to rub at my arm subconsciously, but he growled and caught it again, pressing my hands back where they were before. “Mason?”

“I told you tonight was for you.” His mouth covered mine, his kisses slow and long and deep as he nudged my thighs further apart. His belt jingled, and his jeans brushed my foot on their way to the floor.

Sensation flooded me as he drew his fingers across my slicked flesh, still damp from the mess we made there before. I mewled, lifting my hips when his touch disappeared, and he laughed.

“Good to know that’s what you like,” he murmured.

Heat flushed my cheeks. “I’m sorry, I have no idea what I’m doing,” I mumbled, turning my head away as shame filled me.

The hand on my wrist flexed, paired with a sound that originated in his chest that seemed all consuming and utterly terrifying. “Don’t hide from me, Nyla,” he warned me. “Whatever that asshole did to you, that doesn't stand here. Not between us. Here, you're safe. Whoever you need to be, do you understand me?” The fingers that were coated in my pleasure caught my chin and turned my face gently to meet his unflinching gaze. Mason’s tone softened. “I know he hurt you, gorgeous. Badly. But it doesn't have to be like that. I promise.”

“You can’t promise me things like that,” I whispered, my heart thumping with something far too close to hope in my chest. “You can’t .”

“I can.” He kissed me again, spreading my legs wider. His tongue slid into my mouth as he pressed the head of his cock against my entrance and pushed.

My soaked, aching flesh gave, and he slid inside me. Every thrust sent shivers of tightly wound pleasure paired with sharp spikes of pain through me, though those lessened as Mason edged his way deeper into me, and my body let him in.

“Look at me,” he demanded, arching over me. “Stay here with me, Nyla. We’re right here. Nowhere else.”

“Here,” I whispered, folding my fingers around his, letting him pin my hands down, giving him control. My body softened as he pushed deeper, his hips meeting mine. A soft cry tore from me as I arched beneath him. I clenched around the thick intrusion, my legs tightening around his hips.

An approving noise emanated from deep in Mason’s chest, and he began to move. Slow at first, then building up, our bodies arching together until the scream he suppressed before tore from me again.

This time he did nothing to stop those sounds as I shattered beneath him. My thighs wrapped around his waist, my heels digging into his ass. He caught my hip, running his thumb along the inside until I moaned at the sensitive touch.

“Fuck, you feel so good, fluttering around me,” he groaned, tilting his head back, though his eyes were still on me. “Can you come for me again, gorgeous? Once more.” He drove into me deeper, faster.

I swore I’d never not feel the shape of him branded inside me after tonight. I clawed at his hand, knowing I’d probably mark him, and decided I didn't care. Pleasure built inside me, over again as his hand closed around my breast, toying gently with the nipple. Fresh pleasure sliced through me, and it’s all I needed. Heat gushed between my thighs, wetting me, him and the bed. I raised my head and cried out into his shoulder.

Mason slammed deep into me, my name a roar on his lips as he shuddered above me, his breath coming in long pants. “Christ, girl. You're beyond beautiful.

” His hold wrapped around my hands gentled, his thumb stroking over my racing pulse points.

I didn’t mind, lying beneath him wrapped in his arms with him still embedded inside me.

Nearly every part of me ached, but in the best way.

And there was no way in hell I would be moving before morning.

Not for anything.

I sighed and nestled into him as he rolled us, reaching sideways.

“Nyla? Have you got some tissues or something? I don’t want to ruin your bed.”

I giggled and crawled over him to find the tissue box and propped the cold cardboard box onto his stomach.

“Wish granted.”

Okay, so I wouldn’t be moving from now on for almost anything.

Because this was perfect.

Mason leaned over me and pressed a kiss to my temple.

“Definitely not moving. Though I can almost hear you thinking.”

I batted him away and snuggled into his side, not bothering with the tissues, liking the feel of his brand inside me. Yep, perfect.