Part 16 (1/2)

Before she could respond, Mason stomped into the green room. With his brow furrowed and his lips thinned, he looked kind of p.i.s.sed. Apparently, he didn't like being ignored any more than she did. She cringed inwardly. No, she'd just been busy doing her job. She turned back to Jax.

It's not like she'd stuck her tongue out at him or anything, but so much for acting mature and giving him a chance. He'd shot that plan to h.e.l.l when he'd pulled out his bazooka of indifference and put on his CEO costume this morning.

”Kevan,” Mason said with a demanding edge that sent tiny chills racing along her arms.

Looking away from Jax, she turned to see Mason glowering at her. That, in and of itself, wasn't anything new-he'd been glowering at her since they'd met. Well, alternating between charming, glowering, and smirking. Frickin' caveman in fancy clothes is what he was. Although, this time something was different. Something in his eyes screamed ”seriously p.i.s.sed off.”

Now we're getting somewhere.

With the tip of her tongue, Kevan moistened her lower lip. Maybe on purpose. Probably. ”Hey, cowboy, was that an awesome show or what?” She reached over and patted Jax's heavily inked forearm. ”You were amazing.”

Jax raised a brow and looked at her with questions dancing in his eyes.

”Go get your stuff, Kevan. I want to talk to Jax.”

Her anger spiked, but she laughed. Is he for real?

”That's not gonna happen, Mason. I'm busy. And no one tells me what to do.” She turned back to Jax and opened her mouth to say something. An arm reached around her waist and pulled her backward into a very big, hard body. Oh G.o.d, his very big, hard body. The full length of her back made contact with the front of his chest.

Pulling her off to the side, he arched over her and leaned in to whisper in her ear, his breath hot on the back of her neck. ”You think I'm angry because you've ignored me all day. I'm not. I get you're trying to pay me back for not being attentive or including you this morning. I won't ignore you again. But it's time to go.” She felt her nipples harden and her breath quicken. Surely he could feel her heart pounding against her chest, trying to escape.

”If you're not mad, then what the h.e.l.l are you freaking out about?” she spit out.

”Gave you the s.p.a.ce you needed. Let you take care of business all night. Watched as every man in this stadium undressed you with their eyes. Work is done. My penance has been paid. It's time to go,” he growled loud enough for a couple of people to look up from their conversations.

”But-”

He dragged her even farther away from the crowd. ”Enough. You're done here, darlin'. Go. Get. Your. Things. I need to talk to Jax. Then I'm going to carry your a.s.s back to our RV, because I can't wait for you to walk there. Then I'm going yank up your dress and rip off your panties.”

Kevan's chest heaved, and she involuntarily fanned her face. How had she not realized how hot it was in the room? Had it been so hot in here all night?

”Unless you say no now, I'm going to bend you over the kitchen counter and f.u.c.k you until you can't remember your own name. Until all you can think about is me. Do you understand?” All the smart words and clever comebacks she'd formed in her head flew out of her brain. She had nothing.

”Answer me, Kevan. Do you understand?” Almost sweet, even in the midst of his totally unacceptable caveman behavior-which should really offend her, not excite her-he was giving her an out.

b.u.t.terflies took flight in her belly as she looked up at Jax, who was watching the scene unfold, the lines on his face deepening. She nodded. With what felt like a Herculean effort, she untangled from Mason's grasp and walked over to Jax.

”It's fine. I just need Mason. I mean, Mason needs to go over tomorrow's schedule.”

With a skeptical look, he nodded and hugged her. ”You know where I am if you need me.”

She planted a light kiss on his cheek. Jax was a good guy and was becoming a great friend.

”I do.” She turned and searched the room for her bag while Mason approached Jax. She hesitated, then realized both men could handle their alpha-selves without her help. Let them figure it out. She had a bag to find and a man to bag. In that order.

When Kevan exited the restroom, Mason was already there waiting. He took two long strides toward her, and in front of a roomful of people, he lifted and tossed her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. She started to protest, to say something about his inappropriate behavior. But she didn't. Why fight the inevitable? Instead, she laid her cheek against his firm back when he smacked her bottom. Hard. Her center flooded with moisture and heat as the cold sting was replaced with warmth.

Despite her arousal, she yelled, ”Ouch, what was that for? Put me down. Now!” She continued to protest as he marched back through the room and out the door to the sounds of catcalls, whistles, and shouts of laughter. She was so never living this down.

She wriggled and shouted at him the entire two-minute trip of shame to their motor home. His only response was another firm smack on her a.s.s. The spanks infuriated her. How f.u.c.king dare he? Unfortunately, her body was rebelling now too. Her core was radioactive-melting.

She'd always enjoyed a little slap and tickle, but had never found a man she could trust enough with her pa.s.sions and fantasies. Mason didn't require her trust; it was like he instinctively knew what she wanted, what her body craved. Everything he did was designed to drive her crazier and crazier. Even when he got all domineering and bossy. What kind of f.u.c.ked-up feminist did that make her? She was going to have to turn in her independent woman card when this tour was over. But until then, she was going to enjoy this big, bossy, s.e.xy beast of a man. And his hand on her a.s.s.

When they reached the inside of the bus, the room whirled, and she landed on her feet not seconds before Mason's mouth crashed down on hers. This was not the gentle, considerate lover Mason had been previously. This was all alpha male-hot, strong, and demanding. His mouth pummeled and punished hers in the most erotic and exciting way. He left no corner of her lips, her mouth unexplored. His large hands, wide over her shoulders, ran down the length of her arms until each one circled a wrist. He slowly pulled her wrists together and held them with one big hand while the other sought the bottom of her dress.

”d.a.m.n, how many f.u.c.king layers does this dress have?”

She smiled against his mouth and gasped when his fingers found her wet panties. He ran his long finger up and down the silky material and slowly pulled it to the side. He moaned when his finger reached into her p.u.s.s.y and felt how ready she was for him.

He pulled his hand free from her panties. Kevan gasped when he unexpectedly and roughly turned her around. Still gripping her wrists in one hand, he leaned down to whisper into her ear. ”Do you want me like this, bombsh.e.l.l?” Again, the words weren't there. They stuck in her throat like dry cotton. She nodded, her chest heaving and her legs quivering as he pushed her hips against the kitchen counter with his.

The bus was quiet except for the sc.r.a.pe of metal and then the slither of leather as he pulled his belt from his jeans. Her nipples hardened when she felt the stiff, cold material encircle her wrists. She was pinned. Helpless. But not really. She knew he'd stop the second she asked him, though she had no intention of ever asking him to stop.

”Yes,” she hissed as she heard the soft sound of his pants. .h.i.tting the floor.

”I want you so f.u.c.king badly I can't even take the time to get our clothes off.” Mason pressed his hardening c.o.c.k into the soft folds of material covering her a.s.s before he lifted her dress up again and tugged her panties aside. He bit gently into her shoulder as he slid snuggly into her sheath. He was so big, and she felt so full, but needed so much more.

He pulled her dress down over her shoulders. With one hand, he caressed one heavy breast, then the other, alternating between pinching and rolling her hardened buds as he pounded into her body. The pleasure-pain sensation created waves of need she'd never experienced. Kevan wanted to touch him but was awash in sensations.

He'd taken away her choice, and she rejoiced in the comfort of that. Her body bent over the counter, coupled with Mason's firm grip on her hip and the other hand on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, sent her over into a shattering wave. The sounds she couldn't find earlier gathered strength and ripped from her throat as a scream. His name burst from her as her body exploded in pleasure, and stars sparked behind her closed eyelids. But he wasn't done with her and had moved his hand from her chest to her c.l.i.t and rubbed soft circles until one o.r.g.a.s.m collided and grew into another. And still he drove into her, in and out, holding her with one hand wrapped around her hip to keep her from cras.h.i.+ng too hard into the counter.

His fingers continued to attack her hard, slippery c.l.i.t, sliding roughly back and forth. His c.o.c.k pushed and pulled at a frantic and brutal pace, his hand moving up to her hair, where he wrapped it around his fist. She teetered on the edge, waiting painfully for him to finish her off.

”Come for me again, darlin',” he barely choked out, his voice raw. He tugged her hair as his other hand dug into her hip. ”Now.”

The tremors in her body built again. He bit down on her shoulder in that one special spot, and she felt her body pulled under and tumbled like the one time she'd been hit by a huge wave in the ocean. She rolled and swirled, her body almost weightless, and heard him growl out her name in a roar.

Kevan collapsed forward, the counter holding her weight. She could feel her hair plastered against her face, her makeup half-rubbed away from their coupling. She didn't care. Not right now. She was fully sated. Exhausted. Fulfilled.

She felt herself turned and lifted. She reached her arms around his neck and pressed her head on his chest. He smelled so good-like Mason. Like a man. When had he removed the belt from her wrists? She wanted to burn this moment into her head, call upon it at a later date, when life was out of control or she needed to be soothed. Kevan felt anch.o.r.ed and grounded. That's what Mason did for her. That's what he made her feel. For once, her hamster-on-the-wheel brain was quiet, settled. Calm.

Such a contradiction this man was. Severe and gentle, brutal and affectionate. She relished the feel of his long fingers that were sure to leave marks on her hip. His marks. Marks signifying his own l.u.s.t and the desire he felt for her. Right now, only for her. G.o.d, she loved how she could make such a controlled man lose all order and melt with pa.s.sion for her.

Mason moved her to the bedroom, where he gently laid her down on the bed and rolled her to her stomach. He carefully unb.u.t.toned her vintage dress and peeled away the hot-pink crinoline underneath. He tugged off her mangled panties and bra and hung them over the dressing-table chair. The entire time, he brushed back her hair and smoothed his hand gently over her skin, whispering sweet, nonsensical endearments. Her skin so sensitive, each little brush of his fingers sent flickers of sensation down her body.

Mason moved away. The bathroom door squeaked from across the room, and the water in the sink began to run. He returned to the bed, gently cleaned her with a warm cloth, then tossed it in the corner.

He rolled her to her side and looked into her eyes, his angled face shadowed by the darkness.

”Darlin', I'm so sorry.”

”For what, Mason? That was incredible. Look at me. I can hardly move.” She smiled weakly. Relaxation morphed into exhaustion.

He cleared his throat. If it were any other man, Kevan would swear he was nervous about something. ”I forgot the condom. I'm sorry. I have never done that. Ever.”

”I haven't either.” Her whisper echoed through the quiet room. When he started forward, preparing to say something, she held her fingers to his lips. ”I'm on the pill. And I'm clean. I've never been with anyone like that.” His eyes widened, and his teeth nipped at her fingertips.