He Came Back Running (Maya and Mason) novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143

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Mason’s POV

The phone kept lighting up on the bar counter like it had something important to say. Selina’s name. Again. And again. I didn’t read a single message.

Didn’t answer one call….

I was so fucking tired of it, the accusations, the guilt trips, the endless list of ways I was failing her, failing our marriage, failing at life in general.

Tonight I wasn’t Mason the husband. I wasn’t Mason the man who had to fix everything.

Her name was Brooke and her friend Nadia. They smelled like vanilla and trouble.

Ten minutes later we were in the back of a cab, Nadia’s hand already between my legs, squeezing me through my pants like she owned the right.

The hotel room door had barely shut before she was on her knees.

“Wow… That was rather too quick,” I said

Blonde. Curves that made my mouth go dry. She looked at me, then at Brooke already half-naked on the bed, and smiled like Christmas had come early.

Brooke liked it rough.

She told me straight up, eyes dark with want. “Don’t hold back. I can take whatever you give me.”

I didn’t usually do rough. Not like this. But tonight something in me snapped open. I needed to feel powerful. Needed to be the one in control for once instead of the man getting dragged through another fight he couldn’t win.

I shoved her onto the bed, yanked her dress up, and pushed inside her in one hard thrust. She cried out…. not in pain, in pure fucking relief

I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and fucked her like I was trying to erase every missed call, every text, every version of myself that felt small.

I slapped her ass. She pushed back harder. I fisted her hair and pulled her head back so I could hear every broken moan. She loved it. Got wetter every time my hand came down. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room and I felt something dark and satisfied uncurl in my chest.

This was what I’d been missing. Not just the sex. The power. The knowledge that for these few hours, I wasn’t

answering to anyone.

Nadia didn’t wait for an invitation.

She stripped slow, watching us the whole time, then crawled onto the bed and took my cock in her mouth the second I pulled out of Brooke.

…..oh Goodness me.

It wasn’t just a blowjob. It was electrifying and destruction at the same time. She took me deep, throat working around me, tongue doing things that made my vision white out at the edges. One hand stroked what she couldn’t fit, twisting on every upstroke. Her eyes never left mine. Not once.

I came so hard my legs nearly gave out. It felt like my entire life flashed behind my eyes…… every choice, every

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regret, every night I’d gone home to the same cold bed and colder arguments. And in that moment, with Nadia swallowing every drop like she was starving and craving for it, I finally understood why some men never stayed

with one woman.

Why the fuck would you?

One woman meant one set of rules, one mood, one way of being touched. Here I had two. Different skills. Different tastes. Brooke’s tight, eager body that begged to be used. Nadia’s mouth that could make a man forget his own name. Why settle for one when the world kept offering more?

They didn’t let me stay down long.

Brooke pulled Nadia to her and the two of them started kissing like they’d been waiting all night for this part. Slow at first. Then deeper. Tongues sliding. Hands everywhere. Brooke’s fingers disappeared between Nadia’s thighs and Nadia moaned into her mouth, hips rolling.

I sat back on my heels and watched.

I’d never been much of a voyeur. Never thought watching two women together would do much for me beyond the obvious. But seeing them….. the way Brooke spread Nadia open and licked into her like she was starving, the wet sounds, Nadia’s back arching clean off the bed when she came, it hit different. My cock hardened again so fast it almost hurt.

These girls were nasty in the best possible way.

And I had the sudden, certain feeling this wouldn’t be the last time I saw them.

They turned their attention back to me like they’d planned it. Brooke pushed me onto my back and sank down on my cock while Nadia straddled my face. I licked her while Brooke rode me, slow and deep at first, then harder when I gripped her hips and thrust up to meet her. Every position felt new. Every angle hit something different

Brooke on her back with her legs over my shoulders while I drove into her….

Nadia sitting on her face, grinding down, moaning my name like she’d known it for years. Both of them side by side on their knees while I took turns fucking them from behind, hands alternating between slapping ass and reaching around to rub their clits until they came again.

Every kiss tasted different. Every thrust dragged a new sound out of someone. Every orgasm built on the last until the lines between us blurred and all that existed was heat and sweat and the filthy, perfect rhythm we created together.

They made me come again…. once inside Brooke while Nadia whispered how good I felt, once more down Nadia’s throat after they took turns licking me clean. By the time we finally collapsed, I was wrung out. Empty in the best way. Brooke curled against my left side, Nadia on my right, both of them clinging like they didn’t want to let go even in sleep.

I turned the phone face down on the nightstand without looking at it….

Hours later the screen still lit up sometimes. I ignored it. The temporary escape hadn’t brought the peace I thought it would. The quiet in my head didn’t last. But the bodies pressed against mine were warm, and for a little while longer I let myself pretend this was enough.

Morning arrived like punishment…..

My head pounded. Sunlight cut through the curtains I’d never closed. Two warm, naked bodies were still tangled with mine…. Brooke’s arm across my chest, Nadia’s leg hooked over my thigh. For a second I just lay there, staring

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at the ceiling, trying to remember how to breathe without feeling like I’d run a marathon.

Then I reached for the phone

Dozens of missed calls. Texts stacked like accusations. Most of them from Selina….. angry, worried, then just tired. A couple froin work..

I scrolled past them all.

The unknown number had called five times between eleven and three in the morning.

One message waited at the bottom of the thread, sent at 3:42 a.m

You missed your chance. The man who knew the truth about Maya’s father is dead.

I stared at the screen until the words stopped making sense and then sharpened again into something cold and

final.

I’d ignored his calls last night.

Same way I’d ignored Selina’s.

Because I’d rather be here, buried between two hot pussie’s….. who didn’t know my name beyond what I’d given them, chasing a feeling of control that had lasted exactly as long as it took for the sun to come up.

My stomach dropped.

Whatever that man had known died with him.

And I’d handed the opportunity away for a night of rough hands, perfect mouths, and two women who made me feel like a king for a few hours.

Brooke stirred against my side, murmuring something soft and sleepy. Nadia’s fingers twitched where they rested low on my stomach….

I didn’t move.

Couldn’t….

Because the phone was still in my hand, the message still burning on the screen, and for the first time since I’d walked into that bar, the distraction didn’t feel like freedom.

It felt like the moment everything started to fall apart

And I had no idea how far it was going to go.

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