Page 35 of Ronen (Sweet Alps Legacy #1)

Chapter Twenty-Five

Ronen

“ Holy shit, don’t look now, Ro ,” Emily whistled through her teeth, several weeks later. “But I do believe your cowboy has come to call.”

“What on earth are you going–” Looking up from the computer, I stopped mid-sentence, all the words I knew flying out of my brain, leaving me with absolutely nothing. No words. None at all.

Mouth suddenly dry, I licked my lips, staring at the tall, cool drink of water that had just sauntered into my library.

The only reason I had even spoken out loud to Emily was because it was five minutes to closing, and I had just done my rounds, checking for any patrons who might still be here. There hadn’t been any, so I had felt confident responding to Emily without anyone hearing me.

“Fucking hell,” I breathed, blinking in case what I was seeing was a mirage, or some pregnancy hormone induced hallucination .

Mason winked at me, his luscious lips curved up into a wicked grin.

His cowboy boots clicked across the tiled floor, his hat low on his head, casting shadow across his face.

But that wasn’t what had my chest moving up and down too rapidly, or my cock hardening in my slacks, or my slick dampening my backside. My hole throbbed with need as I stared at my mate with wide eyes.

Mason was wearing his dark brown duster coat, and by the smile on his lips and the gleam in his amber eyes, he knew just how it was affecting me.

The material hugged his wide shoulders and fell to mid-calf–bare mid-calf–and I wanted to reach out and touch him.

Wanted to slide each button, one by one, out of their holes to reveal his flesh beneath the material.

Mason glanced left then right, before quietly asking, “Are we alone?”

Since Emily didn’t count, I slowly nodded, not sure my tongue had the ability to make actual words yet.

“Good,” he grinned, then slowly popped each button open on his coat.

Eyes fixated on his fingers, I couldn’t look away. It felt like with each button he undid, I was either breathing too fast or not enough. When all the buttons were undone, his long fingers slowly started on the zipper I hadn’t known was there.

From my extensive…research on dusters, I knew that some were equipped with zippers located underneath the placard as an extra layer of protection against cold temperatures. My research hadn’t warned me that watching someone slowly unzip one would cause my own temperature to rise .

When bare, tan skin peeked out from the gap in the material, I might have squeaked. Or moaned. Some strange combination of both.

Inch by slow inch, Mason revealed a bit more skin, until there was no more zipper. Glancing up at the camera on the wall, he pointed towards the door, then turned to the left and started towards the tall stacks of books.

When he was well out of the camera's range, he took a step backwards, and opened his coat enough to reveal he was stark naked beneath his duster. His cock already standing thick and proud.

“Lock the door, Ronen,” he ordered, his voice low and rumbly, and I scrambled around the desk to do just that.

The sight of Mason naked with his duster flared out around him, wearing nothing but his cowboy boots, his hat, and a naughty smile burned in my brain.

It was all my cowboy kink fantasies come to life!

I turned the lock so fast and hard that I was surprised I didn’t break the thing.

“I need to lock the back door!” I called to Mason, then glared at Emily as she appeared in front of me.

Doing a sort of walk run to the back entrance, I shooed Emily as I went.

“Go away!” I hissed through clenched teeth. “Find something to do and tell the others. Do not disturb us for…just wait until tomorrow morning to bother me.”

Hitting the panel of light switches on the wall, I turned everything off except the lights over the checkout desk, then I hurried into the now darkened stacks Mason had disappeared into .

A strong arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back against him.

The heat of his flesh warmed my back, as his lips kissed a hot trail down the column of my neck. Tilting my head to give him better access, my eyes closed and a needy moan escaped me.

Snagging my arm around his neck, I pulled him closer to me, my fingers tangling in the hair at his nape. Careful to not knock his hat off. The hat needed to stay!

Mason spun me in his arms, and I looped my arms around his neck in a loose hold.

“I want to fuck you in the middle of your books, Ronen,” he whispered, his eyes gleaming, the pupils wide and filled with desire.

He started to shrug out of the duster, and I shook my head, tightening my hold on him.

“No,” my voice was just as raspy as his, “leave it on. All of it. The hat, the boots, but especially the coat.”

Mason chuckled, the sound deep and dark. Heat flooded my body at the sound, goosebumps spreading across my skin that had nothing to do with the temperature in the room.

When had I started needing Mason like an addict needed his next fix?

Because my body craved this man like it craved oxygen to breathe. But it was more than just a physical need. Somewhere over the last few weeks, months, of dinners and movies, the getting to know you stuff, and the we’re-having-a-baby reality, I had started needing Mason for far more than just sex.

His lips devoured mine, until we were both breathless, panting, and moaning. My hands roamed over his bare skin beneath his coat, while his quickly divested me of my clothes .

Until I was standing at the end of a row of books, stark naked, very glad that this part of the library had no windows.

Mason’s stormy eyes roamed over every inch of my bare skin, and I fought the urge to stand tall and preen under his desire filled gaze.

“You’re so beautiful, Ro,” he whispered, pulling me into him. The material of his coat wrapped around us both, and not for the first time I marveled at how well my body slotted into his.

His sizable hand covered the soft swell of my just beginning to round baby bump, caressing gently.

For such a big man, Mason was always tender. In the way he touched me, unless I told him I wanted it rough, to the way he treated his animals. My heart squeezed with some emotion I was too afraid to put a name to just yet.

Lips and tongues met in a frenzy of need. Hands dug into hair, moved over skin. His fingers caressed my ass, then slid through my wetness, before two thick digits filled my hole.

Moaning at the delicious intrusion, I gasped against his skin, fucking myself on his fingers. When I couldn’t take it anymore, and my cock was caught between us, leaving a sticky trail of precum across Mason’s stomach, he pulled his fingers from me.

Lifting me up, he rasped, “Wrap those gorgeous legs of yours around my waist, baby.”

Holding onto his shoulders, I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, moaning when his hard cock slid across my wet crease. My back hit the end of the stack, and the books rattled, but I didn’t care.

Let them all fall around us; I could reshelve them later. Much later .

Mason was here, looking like my wet dream come to life, fucking me in my favorite place.

His coat fanned around us, his hair was in disarray since I had knocked his hat off at some point to run my fingers in his hair. His cock nudged at my entrance, before he flexed his thighs and surged upward, breaching my tight, wet hole.

I hissed at the stretch, the slight burn, incapable of moving much with my back against the bookcase, my legs and arms wrapped tightly around Mason so I didn’t fall. He started a slow, sensual slide into me, using his impressive thigh muscles to keep me pinned against the shelf.

His hips flexed, picking up speed with each thrust, forcing the air out of my lungs with a soft grunt. He unwrapped one of my arms from his shoulders, bringing it down until my hand rested on my own dripping cock.

“Fuck yourself,” he growled against the skin of my neck, his teeth sucking and biting.

The shelf rattled, books fell around us, as Mason fucked me hard against the stack. My hand moved quickly over my own cock, rushing towards completion.

“Mason!” I shouted, knowing I was close, my limbs trembling, my muscles tightening.

“Come, baby!”

My orgasm rushed over me at a dizzying speed that left me breathless and gasping for air. In the midst of it, I felt Mason pull out, groaning as his hot cum painted my backside and probably the end of the stack. His knees gave out, and he slid to the floor, holding onto me tightly.

Panting, he whispered, “Sorry, but I didn’t think this would be the best place for us to be knotted.”

“S’okay,” I slurred, boneless against him .

“Holy fuck, I think I need a cigarette after that!” Emily exclaimed, “And I don’t even smoke!”

Without thinking, I grabbed the nearest book that had fallen off the shelf, picked it up and lobbed it at her. “Boundaries, Em! Boundaries!”

Mason stared at me with wide eyes, full of questions, and I froze.

“Ronen?” Mason whispered hesitantly.

“Yes?” I squeaked.

“What’s happening right now?”

Blowing out a breath, I knew Mason was going to learn the truth at some point. It might as well be now. He trusted me with his dragon, after all, and that had been a pretty big secret. And he had a right to know. My ability would affect him, to some degree.

“I see dead people.”