Three and Out

  “Is she right next to you?”

  “You have a good one too,” Mason replied back, trying to avoid the awkward conversation Jake was trying to have.

  Jake laughed into the phone and said bye right before hanging up. Once their conversation ended, Mason hung his hands between his knees and thought about how close he was to taking Piper the way he’d wanted to for so long. He needed to muster a little bit more control.

  He turned to see her beautiful red curls spanned across the bed and her looking at him with complete lust in her eyes.

  “You’re in trouble, you know that?” She nodded her head, making him laugh. “Let me show you where you’ll be sleeping.”

  He grabbed his crutches as she pouted out of the master bedroom muttering, “We’ll see how long this lasts.”

  Mason showed her the bedroom she would be staying in, which was down the hall from his. The space between their bedrooms would give him a little bit of breathing room, but after what just transpired in his bedroom, he wouldn’t be staying away from her for too long. There was no way he would be able to.

  “Mind if a take a shower, and then we can get started on unpacking your kitchen and maybe making some dinner?” she asked.

  “Sounds good to me, babe.”

  **Piper**

  The only reason she needed a shower was because she needed to cool off. She was hot and bothered to the point of actually considering taking things into her own hands in the shower, but she resisted. Her next orgasm she wanted to be with Mason’s fingers, tongue, or dick; she didn’t care…just one of them.

  The man was irresistible; she couldn’t keep her hands off of him, and when she was practically dry humping him on his bed, she remembered just how big Mason actually was. God, she missed him, and his cock, and his hands, and everything about him. She should never have left him. She had good intentions when it came to accepting Jax’s proposal; she wanted to save Mason’s career, but now that she looked back at it, there was no way she could have made a difference, because the Stallions loved Mason…they most likely would get rid of Jax before they got rid of Mason.

  As she washed her hair, she thought about what a huge mistake she’d made and how she was going to try her hardest to rectify her relationship with Mason. It seemed so easy right now, he was too easygoing, they weren’t fighting…it was like they were just skimming the surface of their relationship, never really diving too deep, because once they did, shit would hit the fan. She knew it was going to happen at some point, and the sooner the better.

  She got out of the shower and realized she didn’t have a towel, and there were none in the bathroom because Mason had just moved in. There were no bathroom boxes in the bathroom, which meant everything was out in the living area where Mason was.

  Smiling to herself, she brushed her hair with her wide-toothed comb, and took her blow dryer to her body to dry some of the water off and to fluff her hair a little more. Then, she twisted the bathroom doorknob, and walked out to the living room…naked.

  As she walked toward the living room, she heard Mason talking to someone, which made her freeze in place. Was someone in the condo? She peeked around the corner, and saw Mason with his back toward her, and his phone up to his ear. Sighing in relief, she walked in the room and said, “Are there any towels in this joint?”

  Mason turned around, and the minute he saw her, his jaw flew open and he said into the phone, “Got to go,” and hung up.

  He turned around fully and looked her up and down. His eyes burned holes into her skin as he licked his lips and stared blatantly at her breasts.

  “Uh, towels,” she said, trying not to shrink under his gaze.

  “Get over here, right now.”

  “Now, Mason, we’re supposed to be staying away from the physical stuff, I just want a towel…”

  “Get the fuck over here, right now,” he gritted out, shooting fluttering nerves through her belly.

  Slowly, Piper sauntered over to him, and the whole time, Mason watched her with those dark eyes of his. When she stood before him, he grabbed her hand and pulled her down on the couch. Now that she was naked and sitting right next to him, she started to feel a little self-conscious…since he was still fully clothed.

  “I’m going to get your couch all wet,” she complained, as he started to lay her back.

  “The only thing I care about getting wet is that pussy of yours, now spread your legs.”

  “Mason…”

  “Spread them, Piper.”

  When he used that dominant voice, she was putty in his hands. She spread her legs, exposing everything. Mason’s eyes glazed over as he took her in.

  “Not good enough,” he said, as he took her leg and put it up on the back of the couch, spreading her even more. “Good, now hold on to the armrest, because my tongue is going to fuck the hell out of that pretty pink clit of yours.”

  Piper gasped as his head went down on her, not giving her a chance to react. His tongue instantly flew out and started attacking her clit like a madman. His entire mouth was over her mound, sucking, licking, and torturing her with sweet pleasure.

  “I thought we weren’t doing this,” Piper said breathlessly, as Mason pushed at her legs, spreading them even farther apart.

  He lifted his head and said, “You really think you can walk in here, naked, and not get your pussy licked? Nice try.”

  With that, he went back down on her and continued his deep and lengthy torture. He spread her lips apart with his fingers and pressed his tongue right against her clit, moving it up and down so very slowly that she didn’t think she could last another moment.

  The hand that was now spreading her completely open ran down her center and entered her in one quick thrust, at the same time he put more pressure on her clit with his tongue.

  “Oh God!” she practically screamed as she felt herself become even wetter than before. She threaded her hand through Mason’s hair as she looked down at him. His eyes were fixed on hers as he continued his tongue lashing. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought he was smiling while making her squirm. His fingers curved up with each stroke, hitting her just in the right spot, making her toes curl and go numb.

  Mason pulled away and said, “Are you going to come?”

  “Yes…” she panted, as she threw her head back and waited for one more stroke of his tongue, but was shocked when he pulled completely away from her, leaving her hanging on the edge, not letting her fall over.

  Her head shot up as she looked at the devilish man smiling down at her. “What the fuck are you doing?” she asked, as the bottom half of her body cried for release.

  “I think you need to learn a little lesson.”

  “Mason, I swear to God, if you leave me like this, I will chop your dick off while you’re sleeping.”

  “My, my, my, a little feisty, aren’t we?” Mason danced his fingers just above her pubic bone, making her so sexually frustrated that she wanted to cry. Her pussy was pounding, begging for one last touch to release everything that was built up.

  “Please, Mason,” she begged, getting emotional.

  Mason leaned down and whispered in her ear, “No need to cry, Baby. I would never leave you hanging, but I want you to know, this will not happen again until we’ve talked and we’re ready. Do you understand? No more walking around naked, no more teasing me on my bed, none of that. We will fuck on my terms, and then we will make love, but only when it’s time. We have a lot to work through.”

  Piper nodded her head as her stomach flopped from Mason saying, “make love.”

  “Good, now, where was I?”

  He bent back down and continued to work her clit until her vision went black and her orgasm took over her entire body. She moaned and called out his name, as he didn’t let up until she was spent, until she couldn’t form a coherent thought.

  She felt light, like she was floating as Mason gathered her up on his lap, his very hard lap, and held her in his arms. He kissed the side of her he
ad and said, “We have some talking to do, babe.”

  She nodded her head and tucked herself into his nook. “For now, can you just hold me, Mace?”

  “Anything you want, Piper. I’ll literally give you anything you want,” he whispered.

  Chapter Fourteen

  **Jax**

  Warmth fell over Jax as Brooke’s naked body wrapped around him. Life with Brooke in it had changed dramatically and fast. He thought his relationship with Piper had moved fast, but Brooke proved that theory wrong the minute he saw her at the car wash. She either spent the night at his place or they went over to hers; there wasn’t a night they were separated, unless he had to go on an away trip. Every night, she had him stripping down to nothing, and she would have her wicked way with him. She was insatiable.

  He was slowly starting to realize that Brooke was taking control of his heart, just like Piper did, and it scared the shit out of him. It was like déjà vu; he was losing himself quickly in a woman, and it was happening all too fast. He talked to Brooke every night. They talked about their likes and dislikes, and what they wanted in life, but they never really talked about the elephant in the room, Piper and Mason. Jax didn’t really want to talk about them, because frankly, he only thought it would bring down what he and Brooke shared.

  Brooke stirred next to him and lifted her head to look at him. Her hair was flying in all different directions, giving her that “I just had amazing sex” look, and Jax knew that she had. She smiled at him and said, “I always doze off after you get me off.”

  Laughing, Jax said, “Just lets me know I did my job.”

  “You always do,” Brooke leaned over and kissed him on the lips. “You make me happy, Jax.”

  “You make me happy too, darlin’.”

  She rested her hands and chin on his chest and said, “Tell me something I don’t know about you.”

  “What do you want to know?”

  “I don’t know, just anything.”

  Jax thought about it for a second, and decided to make a giant leap. “Did you know that I’m a widower?”

  Brooke’s head perked up at his words, and her eyes grew large with concern. “Are you serious? Oh, my God, Jax, I had no clue.”

  “Yeah, her name was Kiera. She was killed by a drunk driver.”

  “Wow. How do you even get over something like that?” she asked with curiosity.

  “You don’t, really. You kind of just live with the pain until it stops hurting as much. Piper was the first girl I was with after my wife’s death. She kind of helped me see that there was life after such a tragedy.”

  “Oh,” Brooke said as she sat up, taking the warmth she’d spread through Jax’s body with her.

  “Don’t be upset,” Jax said, as he sat up as well.

  “I’m not upset.” Jax could tell she was lying.

  “Yes, you are. I can tell by the way your forehead is all crinkled together,” he said, as he pressed his fingers against her skin.

  “I’m not. How did you meet your wife?” Brooke asked, a little forced.

  Not wanting to argue with her, Jax went on to tell her about Kiera, how they met in college and what kind of person she was. Brooke sat on the bed with him and listened intently, asking questions here and there, truly accepting his past. The fact that she cared so much about Kiera and what kind of person she was made Jax’s heart soar. He’d told Piper about Kiera, but she was never really curious about her as a person.

  “She sounds like she was an amazing person.”

  “She was. We still have the foundation she started that raises money to help prevent dogs from going to kill shelters. It’s not as well-known as it used to be, when Kiera was around, but once I get settled, I plan on helping build it back up. I would hate to see her pride and joy disappear because I don’t have enough time to handle it.”

  “Let me help,” Brooke offered, without missing a step. “I’m all about not using furs and animal skins in design. It would be a perfect way for me to help give back to the community. I would love to be a part of it.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Of course, Jax. In the past, I might have been a self-absorbed, daddy’s little girl, but I’ve changed, and I want to do more with the community now that I’m a little more established here. I would love to help carry on Kiera’s dreams.”

  Jax sat there shell-shocked. “Wow, Brooke. I don’t even know what to say. You’re amazing.” Jax pulled Brooke onto his lap, and kissed her on the forehead. “Thank you so much.”

  “Don’t act so surprised,” she teased.

  “It’s just, I mean, wow. When I told Piper about Kiera, she didn’t show any interest whatsoever. I mean, she felt sorry for what I went through, but she never asked about her, not really.”

  Brooke just nodded her head as she gritted her teeth, which confused Jax.

  “What’s going on?”

  Brooke got off his lap and grabbed his button up shirt off the ground and wrapped it around her body. She walked off to the bathroom.

  Jax threw on a pair of shorts and went to the bathroom. He opened it to see Brooke sitting on the counter with her hands gripping the edge.

  “Brooke, what’s going on?”

  “Don’t compare me to her,” she seethed.

  “Who? Kiera? I didn’t think I was comparing her to you.”

  “No, not Kiera, Piper. Don’t compare me to that skank. She was a terrible person to do what she did to you, and every time you compare her to me, it slowly eats at my heart.”

  “I don’t ever remember comparing you to her, except for just now,” Jax said, confused, as he thought back to all their conversations.

  “You talk about her all the time!” Brooke flung her hands up in the air as she got off the counter and headed toward the bedroom. She grabbed her leggings and put them on, followed by her flats.

  “Where are you going?” Jax asked, as he followed behind her.

  “I’m getting out of here. It’s been a long night, and I have an early morning tomorrow.”

  “Why are you leaving? We always spend the night together.”

  “Maybe we should just take a second away from each other for now, because frankly Jax, I’m annoyed with you right now.”

  “Annoyed? Because I mentioned Piper?”

  “Yes!” Brooke shouted. “Because you mentioned Piper. It’s not the first time, either. I feel like I’m in some kind of crazy love triangle relationship here with a non-existent person, someone in your mind. I don’t want to be with you and Piper, Jax. That’s not fair to me. I just want to be with you, and clearly, you’re not ready for that, because you’re not over her yet.”

  “That’s not true!” he shouted back, as he followed her to the front door. “I would never go back to her. I want nothing to do with her.”

  “Then why do you keep bringing her up?” Brooke asked, as she grabbed her purse and keys.

  “She is someone who was in my life in the past, am I not allowed to talk about my past relationships?”

  “No, you’re allowed to do so, but funny thing is, Jax, we’ve been dating for a while now, and today is the first time I’m hearing about Kiera…from day one, you’ve been talking about Piper.”

  Jax was about to reply, but he had nothing to say; she was right, today was the first time he had talked about Kiera, but he did remember mentioning Piper a couple of times.

  Shit.

  “It’s only because it was so recent, what happened with her.”

  “Spin it how you want, Jax, but I’m not ready to be with you if you’re not ready to let go of that manipulative red head.”

  “Brooke, you can’t just walk out right now. Let’s talk about this.”

  Brooke looked him in the eyes, and said, “I like you a lot, Jax, like scary a lot, but I don’t want to share. Think about what you want tonight, and let me know when you’re ready to forget everything and move on.”

  “You’re not being reasonable,” Jax said, right before she opened the door. br />
  “I think I’m being plenty reasonable. Sorry if me wanting to be your number one and the only woman you think about is not reasonable. I guess I just know what I’m worth and what I want. Stop comparing me to her, Jax, and stop bringing her up, simple as that.”

  She leaned over to him, gave him a light kiss on his cheek and then took off, wearing his shirt. Jax slammed the door shut and let out some obscenities as he walked to his fridge for a beer.

  “Women!” he shouted, as he sat on his kitchen counter and drank his beer.

  **Ashlin**

  Jesse parked his Range Rover and turned in his seat to look at Ashlin. “Are you ready for this?” he asked, as he reached behind his seat for a bag.

  “Oh, I’m ready, but it might have helped if we hadn’t driven here in your super flashy car.”

  “Flashy?” he faked offense. “There is nothing flashy about this vehicle. This is all male.”

  Ashlin let out a laugh. “Okay, keep thinking that, big guy.” She patted his arm and then peeked in his bag. “What do you have there?”

  “Well, I told you we were going incognito. Did you bring a hat and glasses?”

  She nodded her head, as she pulled both items out of her purse.

  “Perfect!” He pulled out a couple of wigs and fake mustaches. “Should I take the long blonde hair and you take the mustache?” he asked seriously.

  “Are you kidding me?” Ashlin laughed, as she shook her head. “It will draw even more attention if we wear these ridiculous items. Plus, your giant muscular frame is going to draw attention anyway.”

  “Muscular, huh?” Jesse asked, while wiggling his eyebrows.

  “Ugh, men!” She grabbed her hat, put it on her head, and put her glasses on as well. She reached to the back of Jesse’s car and grabbed a spare sweatshirt that was back there. She looked down at it and wrinkled her nose. “You have an ‘I love New York’ sweatshirt? What the hell?” she laughed.