All For You (Rocktown Ink #5) Sherilee Gray (best memoirs of all time .TXT) 📖

deep. I let every perfect thing about this moment settle in my heart.

Then he went up to his knees, gripped my hips, and every ripped inch of him strained and flexed as he fucked me even harder. I gripped the bars above my head, while the top of the headboard slammed into the wall like he said it would. Mase dropped a hand between my thighs and swept his thumb over my clit, pressing down and rubbing it, and that was all I could take.

I came with a scream, shaking and sobbing.

Mase came back down on top of me, pinning me with his weight, thrusting deep and staying deep, then with a shout he came as well.

I clung to him.

And I wasn’t sure how I was ever going to let go.

Chapter Sixteen

Mase

Trying my best not to shake, I lifted up on my elbows and looked down at Trixie. Wide green eyes stared back at me, and I felt it like a kick behind the ribs. She was a work of art, a colorful, living painting against my sheets.

“Hey,” I rasped.

Pink cheeked and swollen lipped, she grinned up at me. “Hey, Sheriff.”

My heart grew ten sizes in my chest at that look in her eyes, the husky note to her voice, the way she was looking at me like she cared a whole fuck of a lot.

And the feeling was mutual. I felt something for this girl. Something I never thought I’d feel again, something I’d decided never to let myself feel again.

I leaned back, pulled off the condom, tossed it in the trash by the bed, then rolled back on top of her, not wanting to lose that contact with her just yet.

I slid my hands up her arms to where her wrists were cuffed. “You liked what we did, kitten?” I knew the answer, of course I did, but I wanted to hear her say it, and talking about the physical side of what we were doing was a fuck of a lot easier than anything else right then.

Her mouth curled up on one side, and I leaned in and kissed her again. I couldn’t help it.

“I think you know the answer to that.”

“I think you’re right.”

She laughed, the sound sweet and breathless. “Your head’s growing again.”

“Yeah, it fucking is,” I said, smirking, and ground my hips into her.

We were both trying to keep it light, but she’d been right there with me; she’d felt what I had while I moved inside her. That hadn’t just been sex, it was deeper than that. Reaching over to the bedside table, I grabbed the key sitting there and undid the cuffs, rubbing her wrists and lowering her arms.

“Okay, baby? Wrists not too sore.”

She shook her head, her gaze searching mine. “I’m good. More than good.”

Could she see it, the way I was feeling? I wanted her. I wanted her to be mine. But trying to keep her was selfish. I was ten years older, divorced, jaded as hell. I’d been there and done that and she was just getting started.

Trixie knows her own mind, makes her own decisions. It’s not up to you to decide what she needs.

Yeah, true. But that wasn’t my sense of honor talking, or the respect I had for Trixie’s independence, it was my desperation to keep her.

Are you willing to fuck up her life to keep her for yourself?

“You look far too serious for a man who just did what we did,” she said, gliding her hand up over my shoulder, fingers curling around the back of my neck and sliding into my hair. “What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking that I don’t ever want this to end,” I said, giving her the truth. I just omitted some of it.

Her smile was soft. “Me either.” She yawned and curled into me. “But that’s the trouble with good things, right? Which is why we should make the most of it.” She snuggled closer, burying her face against my chest.

Did they have to come to an end?

Trixie was a snuggler, and I wrapped her in my arms in return. I’d been fooling myself, thinking that I could keep this thing with her casual.

What a fucking idiot.

If I was honest with myself, I’d wanted more than one night with her when I’d taken her back to my motel room that first time. Trixie had made me laugh, had turned me on, had set all my protective and possessive instincts on high alert—she’d excited me in every possible way from the first moment I laid eyes on her, and nothing had changed.

No, that was a lie—those feelings had grown a fuck of a lot stronger.

Did she feel the same? Or did she want to keep things as they were? Jesus, I sounded like a damned teenager. But she was hard to read, always smiling, always joking and teasing.

Despite all the reasons for me to leave her alone, I wasn’t sure I could. I wasn’t that good or that honorable. We needed to talk, but I was so damn scared that if I pushed for more, she’d bolt.

In the end, it was Trixie’s decision.

I had to tell her how I felt, I couldn’t pretend anymore, but not tonight.

If tonight was our last, I planned on making the most of it.

Trixie

Sun filtered into the room. Mase was behind me, his mouth at my neck while his cock thrust deep. One of his hands was on my breast, the other between my legs.

“I’m close.” I slid my hand down to cover Mase’s.

With a growl, he pulled out, rolled me to my back, and thrust back in. Those blue eyes locked on mine, making my heart thump even harder. “I want to watch my kitten come.”

With his rough words and a grind of his hips against mine, I cried out, coming helplessly. When I could finally open my eyes again, he was still watching. His expression was fierce, those gorgeous eyes blazing as deep grunts rolled from him with each