Page 4 of Between Regrets and Promises (Between Us Trilogy #2)

Fuck me. It’s hard to concentrate when all I can imagine is that mouth around my cock.

I swallow, blinking and bringing my eyes back to hers. Sophie smirks, obviously aware of the way my body reacts to her. “What kind of rehearsal?” I ask, then take a long swig.

“I play the violin for the Sacramento Philharmonic & Opera.” She lowers her eyes briefly but when her deep brown eyes meet mine again, there’s a faint blush covering her cheeks.

“That’s quite an accomplishment,” I tell her honestly. “Very impressive.”

“Don’t be yet. I only got hired a couple of months ago after graduation, and they could still kick me out on my ass if I suck.”

“I doubt they would’ve hired you if you weren’t good,” I say seriously. “Getting paid to do what you’re passionate about is pretty badass, though. I’m sure you’re amazing.”

Sophie bobs her head back and forth as if contemplating that, which makes me laugh.

“Yeah, you know you are.”

“And what’s your passion, Mason?” she asks over the rim of her glass, her drink nearly gone. Taking a sip of my beer, I keep my attention on her, too afraid that if I blink, she’ll disappear right before my eyes.

“If you must know…” I pause, finishing the last drops of my beer. “Helping people.”

Sophie arches her brows. “Is that so?” Her mocking tone makes it clear she doesn’t believe it. “And let me guess? You volunteer in your spare time and donate to charity on top of it?”

Her condescending attitude has me barking out a laugh. Sarcasm sounds sexy as hell coming from her.

“Oh, sweet Sophie,” I muse, leaning closer and grabbing a strand of her dark hair. “Don’t confuse me with a saint. I’m a sinner.”

“A sinner in sheep’s clothing?” She arches one brow, her teeth biting down on that lower lip I want to taste.

I brush a finger over her cheek, then pluck her lip with my thumb. “Depends if we’re wearing any.”

Sophie’s breath hitches, and I feel the heat from her body against mine. By the way her chest rapidly rises and falls, I know she feels the electricity buzzing between us too. It’s hot, threatening to catch fire if I don’t kiss her soon.

I tilt her chin, bringing our faces closer, seeking permission to give us what we both want. When she leans in, I don’t hesitate to move my lips to hers. At first, I move slowly, but when she moans, my greed takes over, and I want her more than I need oxygen.

My hand wraps around the nape of her neck, feeling the softness of her skin as I slant my mouth over hers and deepen the kiss. Sophie flattens her palms over my chest, then fists my shirt as she brings us closer.

Then I remember we’re in public.

I break away, pausing inches from her face and then glance around. People fill the barstools, loud music plays, and chatter surrounds us. While kissing Sophie, it was easy to ignore it all because it felt like we were the only two people in the room.

“Do you wanna get out of here? Somewhere not so public?” I ask just above a whisper.

She licks her lips. “My sister is expecting me to be here.”

Oh shit . I search for the guys but still don’t see Brandon or Liam. If Sophie asked me to, I’d ditch them—Lord knows they’ve done it to me plenty of times—but I can tell she doesn’t want to do that to her sister.

“Alright.” I nod and stand. “Come with me then?” Holding out my hand, I wait as she studies it for a few seconds before the corner of her lips tilt and she takes it.

“Okay.” Sophie grabs her clutch, and I lead her around the bar toward the staff bathrooms. I know this place like the back of my hand, and though I’ve never taken a woman there before, I’m happy to have Sophie as my first.

The moment we step inside, I lock the door behind me and pull her into my chest. Tangling my hands in her hair, I cover her mouth with mine.

“I have a confession,” she murmurs.

“Confession is for sinners, sweet Sophie,” I tease, wrapping a hand around her waist, then sliding it down to her ass. “Are you a sinner?”

The corner of her lips tilts up seductively. “Aren’t we all?”

Grinning, I nod.

“I’ve never done this before,” she states shyly. I perk up a brow, then she continues. “I mean, with a stranger. Or in a bar bathroom.” My shoulders relax at the nervousness in her voice. “D-do you have a condom?”

I nearly choke on the thick air surrounding us. Her bold question takes me off guard, but my cock hardens at her words. She wants this as badly as I do.

“Yeah, I do.” I stare at her, unable to take my eyes off her beautiful face.

“Then you better kiss me, Sinner .” Sophie grabs my waist, closing the gap between us, and I cup her face, fusing our lips together in a heated battle of need.

Moving down her neck, I suck on her collarbone, then flatten my tongue and slide it up to her ear. “You taste delicious. So damn sweet, Sophie.”

She moans as I take her earlobe between my teeth and bite. “I want to taste you every-fucking-where.” I growl as she rubs her palm against my erection.

“Mmm yes.” Sophie’s head falls back as I suck on the spot between her neck and shoulder. My hands find the hem of her shirt, feeling her smooth skin beneath my fingers and craving more. I undo her shorts and feel her lace panties, and as soon as I slide my hand inside, she gasps.

“Are you wet for me?” My finger rubs down her slit and her arousal coats it. “Fuck, you are.”

Sophie nods as I effortlessly sink inside her. She fists my shirt as a moan releases from her throat, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as I twist my finger and dive deeper.

“You like that?” I ask, my voice hoarse.

“ Yes . Oh God, yes.” Her eyes flutter as she bites down on her lower lip. I have no doubt she’d be moaning much louder if we didn’t have to be cautious of a possible audience outside.

Pulling back slightly, I slide two fingers inside, then thrust harder and faster, wanting to feel her tighten around them. Sophie pants, and I use my free hand to cup the nape of her neck, kissing through her rapid panting.

I bring my thumb to her clit and rub circles around her throbbing bud. Moments later, her body shakes and squeezes me. I capture her long-drawn-out moan with my mouth, kissing the fuck out of her as she comes hard and fast.

“Jesus Christ.” I remove my hand from her panties and wrap my lips around my fingers. “So goddamn sweet. Just as I knew you’d be. Sweet Sophie .”

Her eyes are hooded as she catches her breath.

Without another word, she undoes my jeans and pulls them down just enough to grab my cock out of my boxer briefs.

The moment she touches me, I lose my ability to breathe.

Sophie wraps her hand around my shaft, giving it long and fast strokes, making me groan.

“Fuck, that feels so good. I want inside you.”

Sophie responds with a strangled moan. “Yes, please.”

I lift her shirt, cupping her breast and wrapping a hand around her backside, pulling her body closer to mine.

Like Sophie, I’ve never done this in a grungy bathroom in an almost public place, but I’m not letting her go.

Wishing I could devour her and take my time to cherish her the way she deserves, I vow to do just that if I’m lucky enough to see her again after this.

Before it’s too late, I reach for my wallet and grab a condom. She takes it from my fingers with a smile. “Let me.”

Fuck yes .

Lowering my shorts and jeans a bit more, she slides it over me, my cock hard and so goddamn ready for her.

“Oh, sweet Sophie,” I muse, capturing her mouth. “I have a feeling you’re going to ruin me in more ways than one.”

“All sinners have their kryptonite,” she taunts, then pulls off her shirt.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were the devil in red lace.” I admire her bra and the way it shows off her perfect breasts.

“Guess you’ll just have to find out.” Sophie steps back, keeping her eyes locked on mine as she peels her shorts off and admire everything about her. She’s so fucking stunning. I can’t take not touching her for another second.

Closing the gap between us, I walk us to the counter, then lift her on top of it. I loop my finger into her panties and move them to the side as I align my cock with her entrance. With my free hand, I stroke myself a couple of times before pushing inside her pussy.

Sophie wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. The moment she tightens around me, I nearly lose it. No words are spoken as we claim each other’s mouths, our bodies joining together in the hottest way possible.

I palm her breast before pulling down the cup and taking her hard nipple between my lips. She arches her back, whimpering as I squeeze her hip and drive into her harder and faster.

“Mason.” She whispers my name, and it sounds like fucking heaven coming from her lips.

“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her, bringing our foreheads together. Our breaths mingle as I drive us closer to the edge. “Christ, I wish I could stay here all goddamn night.”

“Losing your stamina already, Sinner?”

“I’m about to fuck that smirk right off your face.” Reaching under her, I cup her ass cheeks in my hands and buck my hips against her—rotating between harder, faster, and deeper.

She latches onto my biceps, her legs tightening around my waist as I claim her mouth and taste her moans. “Oh my God.”

We move together, finding a rhythm that has me seeing stars as I touch every smooth inch I can.

Sweet Sophie . So fucking gorgeous. I don’t know how the hell this even happened, but I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.

One minute, I’m drinking alone, and the next, I’m being swept off my feet with her flirty comebacks and seductive eyes.

“Jesus. You feel so damn good,” I tell her before pressing my lips to hers for a searing kiss.

She arches her back, and then she’s falling, her body meeting mine at every thrust, every demand, every greedy movement.

She exposes the length of her neck as her head falls back, and when her body shakes, I know she’s there.

“ Yes ,” I encourage.