All For You (Rocktown Ink #5) by Sherilee Gray (fantasy novels to read txt) 📗

I said, ignoring the way his words affected me.

He laughed again, all sexy smile and glittering eyes, and I couldn’t look away. “Oh, you’ll pay for that one.”

“Is that right?” I said, heart pounding harder.

He sobered and swiped his thumb over my cheek. “Did you think about me today, kitten?”

How could I not fall for this man? He touched me like I was precious, talked to me like I was important. Made me feel wanted. “What do you think?”

He studied my face. “You didn’t come to the house and I was worried. I thought you might be upset after what happened at the cafe.”

“Nope, I just wanted to feed Jimmy before I came over, and uh…freshen up a little.”

His eyes turned hungry. “Did you touch yourself?”

I shook my head, my belly fluttering, heart pounding. “No.”

“Show me.”

Aching need pulsed through me as I stood back, widened my stance, and lifted my dress.

Mase’s gaze dropped and his nostrils flared before his gaze slid back to mine. “Good girl. Put your dress back down.”

I did as he asked, because when we did this, when we played like this, I could let go. And right then, I desperately needed to let go.

“You know what I’m going to ask now, don’t you?” he said.

I couldn’t hold back my smile. “Yes.”

“Well?”

I sighed. “Clark is my vibrator.”

He stilled.

“Addy said I looked like I’ve been getting it good, and I had to tell them something.”

He nodded, lips twitching even as heat fired through his gaze. “And have you…been getting it good, kitten?”

I rolled my eyes. “Do I really need to answer that?”

“No,” he said, a cocky-as-hell expression on his face.

I laughed so he wouldn’t see what I was feeling right then. He didn’t want that from me. He never had. “Just a warning, if your head gets any bigger, you won’t fit back through the trailer door. You’ll be stuck in here forever.”

“With you? Sounds like heaven to me.”

There he went being sweet again. I couldn’t handle it when he said that stuff. “Well, since we’re not stuck in here due to your enormous head, where are we staying tonight?”

I should stop this now. End it, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t let him go, not yet. And I truly believed if he was seriously considering getting back with Janie, he would have told me, he would end it between us. Mase wasn’t like that.

He chuckled, and I couldn’t stop myself from pressing my hands to his chest to feel it as well. Smitten idiot.

“My place,” he said. “And bring Clark.”

Chapter Fifteen

Trixie

Mase didn’t take me straight upstairs and cuff me to his bed, no, he made me wait.

First, he insisted that I have dinner. He made me chicken, potatoes, and salad. It was amazing. And it wasn’t the first time he’d cooked for me either.

His gaze dipped to my lips as I ate the last bite and then took a sip of his beer. “Good?”

“Delicious.” I rested my chin in my palm. “Who taught you to cook?”

“My mom.” His eyes got a faraway look and a small smile curled his lips. “She was a great cook and I loved helping her.”

“My mom didn’t cook. There are a lot of things I don’t remember about her, but I do remember a lot of burned toast.” I chuckled. “My gran wasn’t much better. I had Gran, and I know you had your dad, but yeah, it’s hard, growing up without your mom,” I said and rested my hand on top of his.

His eyes gentled and he turned his hand holding mine back. “Yeah, we both know what that’s like, it’s a shitty fucking club to be a member of.”

“Yep, but I guess I lost my mom a long time before she died. She lived her own life without giving Ross and me much thought, and she made a lot of promises she never kept. When she died, I hadn’t seen or heard from her for six months.” I ran my fingers over his. I loved his hands, long and thick and calloused. I’d miss these hands. I’d miss everything about Mason Parker.

“Shit, kitten, that’s tough. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“That’s life, right?” I shrugged it off.

He held my gaze for a long second, not buying it. He gave my fingers another squeeze, in silent support, but didn’t push me for more either. “After we lost Mom, Dad kind of checked out for a while, so Quinn and me, we leaned on each other, were protective of each other.” He huffed out a breath. “You saw her reaction today when I dropped your panties, old habits die hard.”

Don’t say anything. “Ah, yeah. She said a few things after you left. She’s worried about you. Quinn doesn’t love the idea of you hooking up with some random woman.”

“Sounds about right.”

Do not say it, Trixie! “She mentioned your ex. She’s not taking the divorce so well?”

His expression went blank, shutting down right in front of me.

“Sorry…you don’t have to answer that. It’s none of my business.” I stood quickly and carried our plates to the sink.

Mase was there a moment later, moving up behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck, kissing me there. “Sorry, I just…I don’t want to talk about Janie. Tonight, I want to feel good, I want to make you feel good, have some fun, no more heavy talk, okay?”

Not an answer, and no denying that it was none of my business. He’d steered us back to where we belonged. Nothing heavy. Fun. Sex.

He was keeping an emotional distance between us, a wall up. And I got the feeling he’d do the same with anyone who wasn’t his ex-wife. And weak idiot that I was, I wasn’t going to push. I was on borrowed time, and I didn’t want to squander one moment that I had left.

I turned in his arms and Mase cupped my face, like he often did, and pressed soft kisses to my