Serenity
I jolted awake, a deep apprehension and sadness assaulting me.
I turned on my side as Mason slowly put his feet over the edge of the bed and hung his head in his hands, his angel-like hair falling down his muscular back.
I wanted to make it better.
Had to.
âMason.â I touched his shoulder.
His hand connected with mine; he squeezed so tight my fingers went white before I scooted closer to him and pressed my breasts up against his back. âFifteen more minutes.â
âFifteen more minutes will nae change it.â
âNo,â I said softly, âbut it might take some of your stress away.â
He was wound up so tense I wasnât even sure a practiced masseuse could get the knots out. I slowly kneaded his back and then wrapped my body around his, straddling his naked lap with extreme purpose as he lifted his parted lips to mine. âYou mean to seduce me?â
I moved against him then whispered, âI think I already did.â
He cupped my ass and positioned himself at my entrance. âYou sure about that?â
I looked down. âYeah, Mason, Iâm pretty sure.â
He growled in response as he thrust into me. Had he not been hanging onto my body, I would have fallen backward off the bed and cracked my head. With each drive, I felt his stress lighten, so much that, when his body strained taut, I said with a firm voice, âGive it to me.â
He hesitated, his eyes unfocused.
âOr at least share it with your mate, Mason. Let me help.â
âItâs my cross to bear.â
âNowâ¦â I took control, slowing his rhythm down as I pressed a kiss to his mouth. ââ¦itâs ours.â
âAye.â
I didnât comment on the sudden Scottish brogue or the fact that he didnât seem to recognize the fact that he was under so much stress that heâd reverted back to what was natural.
âOurs,â I repeated.
âForever.â His gravelly promise against my tongue.