Page 93 of Between Regrets and Promises (Between Us Trilogy #2)
“You know I’d never hurt you, Soph.” I lean down and kiss her, rubbing the pad of my thumb against her cheek. “If I tie you up, it’d only be to please you. Never anything else.”
Sophie nods, then wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me on top of her. “I do know that, but maybe instead of tying me up, you can use handcuffs.” She waggles her brows. “I have some.”
I pull back. “You do?”
“They were a gag gift,” she explains, shrugging. “But they work.”
“Okay.” Leaning back, I reach behind my neck and tear off my shirt. “I have a few ideas.”
She points to her nightstand. After digging to the bottom, I find them, and once I’ve stripped her down to her bra and panties, I cuff her hands in front of her.
“Keep your arms up, baby…” I tell her, raising them above her until they reach the headboard. “Don’t move.”
I slide my tongue between her lips and cup her cheeks. The kiss turns hot and passionate, and I have to push her hands back twice.
“Hands up ,” I remind roughly.
“Mason…” she whines, moaning. “You’re torturing me.”
“I’m just getting started, baby.” I lower myself down her body, feathering kisses between her breasts and down her stomach. Once I’m between her legs, I move her panties to the side and slide my tongue over her.
Sophie moans and wiggles underneath me, but when I slip two fingers inside and suck on her clit, she shakes and arches her hips. I love how her body responds and how hot she gets when I touch her.
It’s been two weeks since our very first time, and when we make love, it never feels like enough.
We always want more—more of each other, more togetherness.
After breezing through a dozen condoms in only a few days, Sophie suggested we get tested together, and since she has an IUD, we didn’t have to worry about an unexpected pregnancy.
The moment our results came back that we were both clean, we ditched them and have gotten a bit carried away.
In the shower, in the kitchen, on the table, her bed, my bed, the dining room.
Knowing Sophie’s history, I always make sure to ask her before doing anything she might not like. Although she told me not to treat her like she’s fragile, I also know how triggers work, and the last thing I want to do is remind her of something those assholes did to her.
I bring Sophie to the edge, teasing and licking her until she’s screaming my name. She tries reaching for me, but I give her a look that tells her she better get her arms up or else. When her breaths have steadied, I slide off the bed and smirk. “Ready?”
She pinches her brows together. “For what?”
Once I’ve removed my slacks and boxer briefs, I grab her hips and flip her onto her stomach. She squeals, glancing over her shoulder and deadpans, “Thanks for the warning.”
“Oh, sweet Sophie…” I muse, sliding my finger up her arm. “The only warning you need is knowing you won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you.”
“Mmm…I like the sound of that,” she purrs, licking her bottom lip.
I kneel on the bed next to her and slide off her panties.
Teasing her, I circle my finger over her swollen bud, and she moans before I push inside her.
I admire every inch of her body—her round ass, the curves of her waist, the sides of her breasts.
I don’t know how I ever kept my hands off her.
There were a lot of cold showers, that’s for sure.
Towering over her, I bring my lips to her shoulder and kiss her smooth skin. Her dark hair cascades to one side, and I fist a handful, pulling slightly. “I’m gonna take you from behind, baby, but keep your legs together.”
“What?”
“It’s gonna feel really fucking good,” I reassure her. She’s already so goddamn tight. She’s going to squeeze my cock even more. “Trust me?”
“Yes.” She blinks, looking at me. “Of course I do.”
Leaning down, I kiss the tip of her nose. “If you don’t like it, tell me.”
“I will.”
She’s probably sick of me telling her that, but open communication is so important to me.
I never want her to feel obligated to go along with what I’m doing if she’s not enjoying herself.
Sophie’s sex drive matches mine, but sometimes, I have to hold myself back because I don’t want to hurt her. It’s so easy to get lost in the moment.
I straddle below her ass and slide my dick up and down her crack. Once I reach her pussy, I coat the tip with her arousal and tease her until she moans my name. “Mason, please,” she pleads, arching her back.
“Keep your ass up like that for a second…” I tell her, stroking my length before pushing inside her. I enter slowly, gradually stretching her, but once I’m fully seated, I slide out, then ram back in.
“Oh my God!” she squeals, trying to open her legs, but I don’t allow it.
With her legs together like this, the sensation is tight as hell and so goddamn deep. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good…” I lean down slightly and press a kiss on her back. Then I reach up with one hand and grab her wrists, making sure the cuffs aren’t too tight in this position.
I lean back on my knees until I’m straddling her legs and increase my pace as I spread her cheeks apart. Sophie pushes her body to meet my thrusts, and soon, we build a rhythm that has her coming undone, shaking beneath me.
“That’s my girl.” I give her ass a little slap before pushing deeper. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer.”
Sophie’s heavy breathing and moaning are all it takes for me to come deep inside her, grunting her name. I love being able to feel her bare, making our connection even more intimate, which didn’t seem possible. I’m one hundred percent addicted to her.
Towering over her with our breaths mingling together, I tilt her chin until our lips meet. “I love you, baby.”
Sophie rewards me with the sweetest, most tender smile. “I love you, too.”
After Sophie and I clean up and get dressed, we head to the kitchen hand-in-hand and finish preparing dinner. The sauce thickened in the pan, but it only takes a few minutes to warm it back up. I boil a pot of water for the noodles, and we work side by side as we exchange glances and smirks.
“Can I ask you something?” Sophie’s voice is quieter than usual as if she’s nervous or embarrassed.
“Of course you can. Anything,” I tell her, adding in a pinch of salt to the water.
“Are you sure you’ve never liked Serena? I understand she’s Emma’s sister, so it might be weird to ask that, but I don’t want there to be any secrets between us. So if there ever was an attraction there or still is, I just want to know.” She bites down on her bottom lip.
I raise my brows, surprised by her question after the way things went down the last time Serena was here.
“Never,” I tell her honestly. “Not then, not when she moved in, and not now.”
Sophie nods as if she understands, her cheeks reddening.
I tilt her chin so our eyes lock. “When I said before that I had no interest in dating after Emma, I meant it. Didn’t look at women, had no desire to move on, didn’t feel like I deserved to. That was, until I met you.”
She blinks at me with sad eyes. “Really?”
“You lit something inside me that I can’t explain.
I met girls at bars, but I didn’t take any of them home, or to bar bathrooms…
” I tease. “But you were different, and although I couldn’t get you off my mind, I wasn’t ready to date.
I didn’t want to be with another woman until I met you.
Soph, you ruined me.” I wink, wrapping my arms around her waist.
“I think Serena likes you in more than just a friend kind of way,” she tells me, her cheeks flushing. “So I wanted to ask if there was something more there than your shared history.”
“The only history Serena and I have revolves around trying to get her sister help. We’ve only ever been friends, and that’s all we’ll ever be. I can promise you that.”
“Do you think she’s on the same page now?”
“Well, she’s aware that I’m head over heels in love with you. That’s all she needs to know.” I shrug, confident Serena wouldn’t interfere with a relationship that makes me this damn happy. “She’s so career driven, she’ll probably end up with someone in the same field.”
“I’m kinda surprised Liam didn’t try to score with her once she moved in,” Sophie says, laughing.
I snort, nodding. “You and me both. But Liam’s smart enough to know you don’t shit where you eat. Sleeping with someone who lives with you would be his definition of stupid.”
“Why doesn’t he want to date?” she asks, emptying the noodles into the boiling pot of water. “I know he travels for work a lot, but has he ever dated for real?”
“Nope, not since I’ve known him. From what I gather, he doesn’t want a relationship because he doesn’t trust himself not to hurt the other person.
He’s jaded when it comes to that stuff.” I stand behind her and wrap my arms around her.
“He has issues. Eventually, the right girl will come along and change him. And he’ll marry her in a heartbeat. ”
“I sure hope so. I’d like to see him happy with someone.” Sophie smiles. “When he’s ready to settle down, that is,” she adds.
“You might be waiting a while.” I chuckle.
“Oh, that reminds me of something. Does Liam gamble?”
“Like poker? He did in college but mostly for beer. Why?” I furrow my brows, then reach into the cabinet and grab two plates. After setting them down on the counter, I grab us both a drink.
“Well, I was doing his laundry, and when I checked his pockets, I found a receipt and a poker chip from a casino in Vegas. I found it weird because he never mentioned going there to either of us.” Sophie turns down the burner before stirring the pasta.
“He must’ve been there for work or something.” I shrug. “Was it for a lot?”
“Yeah, sixteen grand,” she says, and I spit out my beer. I took a drink at the wrong time.
“What? Really? Holy shit. That’s definitely something he’d be way too happy and brag about.” I grab a napkin to wipe the beer off my shirt.
“So it’s weird, right? Do you think I should ask him?”
“I don’t know. Maybe say something when you give him the chip back, but without it coming off like you’re being nosy.” I smirk, knowing Sophie will want to pry anyway.
She thinks about it for a moment, pursing her lips back and forth, then smirks. “Yeah, I think I can do that.” She fists my shirt, pulling my mouth to hers. “And then you’re gonna tell me about your day while we eat.”
I can’t hold back the grin that forms because my girl knows how to read me so damn well.