Page 26 of Ronen (Sweet Alps Legacy #1)

I also realized that I had hurt Mason, deeply, by leaving him that night, without saying a word. Honestly, his feelings hadn’t played into my decisions that night, but I found myself not feeling great that my actions had hurt him.

The man had clearly been avoiding me. The first week of him not showing up at the library I could write off as him being at home, his ankle healing. However, when his books started showing up in the after hours return box…it had been like a slap in the face.

Even knowing he was avoiding me, and wasn’t going to talk to me, or come and discuss our…situation, I still hadn’t been sure of what I wanted.

Until now.

“Then take me,” I gasped, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back. “I’m yours.”

His eyes widened at my words, his pupils dilating with lust.

His mouth crushed mine in a kiss that left both of us panting for air.

He spun me, my hands splayed against the smooth wood of the barn stall. This one was empty of any animals. It appeared to be storage for extra hay or straw–I didn’t know the difference between the two–the bales stacked high.

Mason slid my jacket from my shoulders, tossing the leather over the half stall door next to me, before working at the snap of my pants. Cool air washed over my bare skin, as he peeled them down my legs, leaving them pooled at my ankles, trapping me.

His large hands kneaded the muscles of my ass, spreading my cheeks, and I had about a second of conscious thought before his tongue licked over my hole, making me whimper.

Again and again, he ran his tongue over my slick hole, and I forgot that we needed to talk.

Forgot everything but the way my body burned beneath his hands on me, his tongue fucking my hole, as he sucked and slurped, and desperate noises escaped my mouth.

My cock was rock hard and I grasped it, sliding my hand up and down its length in time to Mason’s tongue eating my ass .

Mason paused long enough to growl, “Don’t come.”

He was moving behind me, but I couldn’t be bothered to try to figure out what he was doing. I was too busy voicing my opinion of the fact that his mouth and tongue were no longer on my hole, making me see stars.

The wide head of his cock nudged my hole, and wasn’t that just what I needed?

Pushing back, Mason slid into my slippery hole with little resistance after his ministrations. My body was more than ready for him.

Inch by inch he stretched me, until his balls rested against my ass. He was all around me, in me, and yet, it wasn’t enough.

I wanted this man to consume me.

One of his hands snaked up my stomach, my chest, not stopping until it was grasping me under my chin.

Pulling me roughly against his hard body, his words were gravelly in my ear. “Hold on tight, baby. I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

“Yes, fuck yes!” I cried, curling my fingers around the stall door. The bottom half that was closed hit me just above my waist, and the first forceful flex of Mason’s hips had me slamming into it. Up on my tiptoes, I could do nothing more than what Mason had demanded.

Hold on and enjoy this ride.

Mason grunted, his heavy breathing loud in my ear. His thick cock in my ass, the slam of my body against the wood, the tightening of his hand around my throat with the perfect amount of pressure, all of it had my desire raging inside me.

My voice was raw with my screams of pleasure, my demands for more, harder, rougher. Mason did not disappoint. He gave me everything I needed and more.

His cock grew impossibly bigger inside me, stretching me more than my body had ever been stretched, and my scream was part pleasure, part pain, as his knot swelled inside me, locking us together.

His muscles tightened around me, going rigid, and all I saw was white as he groaned in my ear and his cum flowed inside me. My own orgasm rushed over me, leaving me shaking, lines of white dripping down from the door in front of me to the barn floor.

I would have followed it down, my knees too weak to hold me up any longer, if it wasn’t for Mason’s strong arms–and his knot–keeping me upright and locked to him.

“Give me a second,” he panted hotly in my ear, “and I’ll get us to the floor.”

Normally, the thought of sitting on a barn floor–naked or otherwise–wasn’t on my life list of things I ever wanted to do. Tonight, I gave no fucks.

Mason’s knot filled me, little aftershocks shooting cum into me every few seconds. Each time it happened, my own body responded, shaking like it was in the throes of another orgasm.

Finally, Mason gently maneuvered us, until he was sitting bare assed on the floor, his back against the opposite stall. I was in his lap, his cock and knot still buried deep inside me.

My head lolled against his shoulder, and he kissed the side of my head. “We really need to stop fucking every time we see each other.”

I couldn’t help the snort that escaped my lips. “Believe it or not, this wasn’t what I had planned.”

“Same,” he sighed, his arms wrapped around me, not letting me go, even if I could get away .

Trailing my fingers up and down his arm, I felt his cock soften inside me, and finally his knot released. Still, neither of us moved and he didn’t slip out of me.

“Um, Mason, so,” I whispered against the light red hair that covered his arm.

He grunted in acknowledgement that he was still awake.

“According to my brother, there’s a good chance I could be pregnant.”

Nothing better than just ripping the bandage off.

Mason stiffened beneath me, before relaxing a little. “You said you were on the shot.”

“I am,” I assured him, tilting my head so I could see his face. It was an awkward angle, but it worked well enough. “It’s not that. It’s the whole fated mates thing.”

Mason frowned, confusion clouding his amber eyes. “I’m not sure I understand.”

“Matty, my brother,” I wasn’t sure if he had ever met Matty, or knew who he was, but Mason nodded, “he’s been researching fated mates the last year and a half, almost two years now.

For a book he’s writing. He’s travelled all over, interviewed fated couples, studied the different versions of the lore.

He’s even teaching a class on it at the college this semester. ”

“Okay,” Mason said slowly, but he didn’t pull away from me, and I took that as a positive sign. Instead his arms tightened a fraction around me, and I nuzzled my head against his warm skin.

“I talked to him the day of your accident,” I confessed. “I needed to know what it all meant. What our options were.”

“You wanted to know if you could get out of it,” he deadpanned .

“Well, yeah. I mean, you weren’t my favorite person, so…yeah.”

I wasn’t going to sugarcoat it or deny it. We both knew what our relationship had been like before. Even after the mind-blowingly, out-of-this-world, fantastic sex, I wasn’t sure where each of us stood.

Hell, until earlier I hadn’t even been sure what I wanted. I had no clue what Mason might want.

“What did he tell you?”

“Mostly that fated mates could take the out clause, but even when they did, they really didn’t.

Meaning, it didn’t actually work, not in the long run.

If Fate said you were fated, it was pretty much a done deal.

She might let you think you were getting one up on her, for a while, but then she’d swoop in and be ‘psych! Just kidding!’”

Mason chuckled, “So, basically I’m stuck with you.”

“And me you.” Did that mean he wasn’t interested? The fact that we couldn’t seem to keep our clothes on around each other might say otherwise.

“Skip to the you might be pregnant part,” Mason said, “I’m kinda interested in that.”

“He said all the couples reported that after realizing they were fated–or shortly after–the omegas said they went into some kind of heat. Sometimes it wasn’t a full blown heat, sorta a half heat. They weren’t due for their heats so many times it didn’t register with them that’s what was happening.”

“Did that happen to you?” Mason whispered, “You kept saying you were hot, and your skin was on fire. But I just thought it was the…sex. Really great sex, but just sex.”

“I’m not honestly sure,” I admitted. “Things got a bit muddled, but it could have just been lust. ”

“Okay, so you may or may not have had some sort of heat that night.”

“Right. Most of the couples he interviewed also reported that the omegas became pregnant during that time. Regardless of birth control. It’s like it failed for all of them.”

“Mmmm,” Mason hummed, shifting beneath me.

His cock slipped out of my hole, and wetness spread across my ass cheeks from the slick and cum that escaped.

My hole felt empty and aching now. I wanted to make him hard again, just so he could fill me back up.

“So basically, we’re stuck with each other and we might be having a baby? ”

“Yes,” I whispered, “I mean, we can try to not be stuck with each other. I’m just not sure it will work.”

“Is that what you want, Ronen?” Mason’s voice was quiet in the barn, the only sounds the shuffling of the animals' hooves on the stone floor, and the pounding of my heart in my ears. “If it is, just tell me now. I’ll do my best to leave you alone. If I need to, I can move back to Colorado. Put some distance between us.”

Staring up into his unsure eyes, wrapped tight in his arms, the scent of him–of us–surrounding us, I slowly shook my head. “I don’t think I want that.”

“What do you want?”

He was going to make me say it, damn him.

“I think I want you. Or at least I think we should get to know each other, before we decide to walk away.” My teeth scraped along my bottom lip, and I looked away from him. “If you want it, too.”

“I do want it,” he nuzzled the skin just below my ear, and goosebumps raced across my skin that had nothing to do with the chill of the night air on my bare skin.

“But I think for that to happen, we have to stop doing this,” he waved an arm over our naked bodies, “every time we are alone together. Let me take you out on a real date. Let’s do this the right way. ”

“I’m not great at dating,” I confessed, nibbling my lip again.

“Too bad,” Mason scooped me into his arms, managing to get to his feet with me cradled against his chest. “I’m taking you on a date, and all our clothes are staying on. We will eat, and talk, and do the things that normal people do when they are getting to know each other.”

“That sounds dreadful,” I told him, not joking.

Mason tossed his head back, laughing. Then he kissed me on my nose, helped me back into my clothes, and walked me towards the door.

Glimpsing something hanging on a hook next to the barn door, I came to an abrupt stop. Eyes wide, I whispered, “Mason, is that a duster?”

“What?” he asked, clearly confused, then followed my finger where I pointed at the long coat.

“Yes, why?”

Nibbling my lip, I asked, “Would you wear it sometime for me?”

Giving me a weird look, he shrugged. “I guess I can.”

“Just the coat,” I stressed, feeling like I needed to clarify for him what I wanted. “With your boots. And hat.”

Mason’s brows met his hairline. “So, you want me naked, except for my boots, hat, and duster?”

“That is correct.”

“You are a very strange man, Ronen Sinclair,” he declared as he walked me to my bike. “I’ll call you tomorrow and we can each check our calendars to see what nights we have free. ”

“Can’t we just…keep getting naked and get to know each other that way?”

“Absolutely not,” he told me, and I did my best not to pout.

“Fine,” I huffed sulkily, putting on my helmet and flipping my visor up. “We’ll do this your way. We’ll go on a…date.”

I made sure my voice held all the disgust I felt for that word.