He Came Back Running (Maya and Mason) novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81

Selina’s POV

The baby had been asleep for forty minutes.

I knew because I had checked twice…. Forty minutes of genuine, settled sleep, the kind that didn’t end at the smallest sound.

Forty minutes was enough

We had started with Maya.

That was how it always started when Mason was in this mood… the mockery first, the specific pleasure he took in dismantling someone from a safe distance. He had been restless all evening, the particular energy of a man whose plan was in motion and who had nothing to do but wait, and restlessness in Mason looked like sharpness directed outward.

“She sat through dinner with Voss’s family,” he said, from the sofa. “Playing the perfect fiancée.” The smile that arrived was the cold one. “She has no idea what’s coming.”

“She has some idea,” I said. “She’s not stupid”

“She’s not equipped,” he said. “There’s a difference….”

I looked at him.

The suit jacket was off. His sleeves were rolled to the forearm. The specific quality of his face when he was certain… the tension gone from it, replaced by something that looked almost like ease.

I had always found his certainty attractive.

Even when it was wrong

“You sound like you’ve already won,” I said.

“The pieces are moving,” he said. “The outcome follows the pieces.”

“The outcome follows the people,” I said. “And Maya Hargrove is a person who tends to surprise you.”

He looked at me.

The look lasted long enough to become something else.

“Come here,” he said.

I crossed to the sofa.

He pulled me down beside him with the ease of a man who had decided what he wanted and had stopped negotiating with himself about it. His hand found my jaw, tilting my face toward his.

“You worry too much,” he said.

“One of us has to”

“Not tonight.” His thumb moved along my jaw. “Tonight everything is moving exactly as it should.”

I looked at him.

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At the face I had been watching for years….. the jaw, the eyes, the specific quality of Mason Hargrove when he allowed himself to be present rather than operational.

It was rare. It was the version of him I had been patient for.

He kissed me…

Not the restless kind, the slow kind, the kind that communicated time rather than urgency, that said I have nowhere else to be in the language of pressure and breath.

I let the evening go.

The plans, the pieces moving, the specific weight of the thing I was carrying that I had not yet told him… all of it dropped to somewhere below the immediate warmth of this.

His hands moved to my shoulders, my back, finding the zip at the side of my dress with the efficiency of a man who knew what he was doing and had decided to take his time doing it. The fabric loosened. His mouth moved from mine to my jaw, my throat, the specific places he had learned and returned to reliably patient now, thorough, the hunger in him visible but held on a long leash.

I exhaled

My skin tingled with anticipation as I stood in the soft glow of our bedroom lamp, completely naked except for the lacy black bra he hadn’t quite managed to unhook yet.

Mason’s eyes devoured me from the edge of the bed, dark with hunger.

I finally reached behind me, letting the straps slide down my shoulders. The bra fell away, and my full, perky breasts spilled fre…. round, heavy; nipples already tight and aching for his mouth.

I was stark naked now, every curve on display, my shaved pussy already glistening with arousal that slicked my inner thighs.

Mason stood, shirtless, his cock straining hard against his boxers. “Fuck, Selina,” he growled, voice rough. “Look at you.”

He closed the distance in two strides, hands cupping my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until I gasped. His mouth crashed into mine, tongue plunging deep, tasting like mint and pure need. I moaned into the kiss, fingers tangling in his hair as he backed me toward the bed.

We tumbled onto the sheets, his body covering mine for a hot second before he flipped us so I straddled his chest

“Sit on my face,” he ordered, voice muffled against my skin.

I didn’t hesitate.

I crawled up, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his head, and lowered my dripping pussy onto his waiting tongue.

The first long, slow lick from my entrance to my swollen clit made my back arch. “Oh god, Mason…” Juice coated his tongue instantly…. he groaned at the taste, sucking my folds into his mouth like he was starving.

His hands gripped my ass, spreading me wider as he buried his face deeper.

He lapped at my slick hole, tongue fucking in and out while his nose rubbed my clit in tight circles. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room… my pussy was so wet it squelched every time he thrust his tongue inside me. I rocked against him, grinding shamelessly, my juices smearing across his chin and cheeks.

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I reached back, yanking his boxers down. His thick cock sprang free, veined and throbbing, the head already shiny with precum.

I leaned forward, ass still planted on his face, and took him into my mouth in one greedy swallow. He was salty- sweet, hot velvet against my tongue.

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard, bobbing my head while my hand stroked what I couldn’t fit. Mason’s moan vibrated straight through my pussy, making me gush even more.

He switched tactics, sealing his lips around my clit and sucking in rhythmic pulses while two thick fingers plunged inside me, curling against my G-spot.

I cried out around his cock, the vibration making him twitch in my throat. My saliva dripped down his shaft, mixing with his precum in messy strings.

I was close already…. my thighs shaking, pussy clenching around his fingers…. but I wanted more of him first. I pulled off his cock with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to his glistening head.

“Fuck me,” I panted, sliding down his body until his cock nudged my soaked entrance. “I need you inside me now”

Mason flipped me onto my back in one smooth move, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drove in deep. The stretch was perfect…. thick, hard, filling every inch of my dripping cunt.

“So fucking wet,” he groaned, bottoming out with a wet slap of skin on skin. He set a brutal pace, hips snapping, balls smacking my ass as he fucked me into the mattress

My breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples begging for attention…

I pinched them myself, moaning loud enough to echo off the walls.

He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. “On your knees, baby.”

I scrambled into doggy style, ass up, back arched, face pressed into the pillow. He slammed back in from behind, even deeper this way.

His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise as he pounded me, cock dragging along my walls with every stroke.

My juices ran down my thighs in rivulets. “Yes…..fuck……harder!”

I screamed, pushing back to meet him. The angle hit my G-spot perfectly; stars burst behind my eyes. He reached around, fingers finding my clit, rubbing fast circles while his cock destroyed me.

My moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure, the wet slap-slap-slap of our bodies obscene and perfect

Mason’s hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back so he could growl in my ear, “You’re creaming all over my cock,

Selina.

So goddamn juicy.” He was right…. I could feel my arousal coating him, dripping onto the sheets. He fucked me through one shuddering orgasm, my pussy spasming around him, milking every inch. But he didn’t stop. He pulled out again,

cock shiny and veined, and rolled onto his back.

“Ride me reverse,” he demanded, voice wrecked.

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I turned, straddling him backward, and sank down onto his cock in one smooth glide. The new angle made me whimper

…..his head pressed rigagainst my front wall. I planted my hands on his thighs and started bouncing, ass rippling with every drop. Mason’s hands spread my cheeks, thumbs teasing my tight little hole as I rode him harder.

I leaned forward, giving him the filthiest view of his thick cock disappearing into my soaked pussy over and over. The wet sounds were louder now, my juices frothing around his shaft, dripping onto his balls. I reached between my legs, rubbing my clit furiously while I fucked him, breasts swinging heavy beneath me.

“God, look at that ass,” he groaned, spanking me hard enough to sting. The sharp crack only made me wetter

I switched to grinding, rolling my hips in deep circles, feeling every ridge of him inside me. My second orgasm built fast….hot, coiling, unstoppable

Mason sat up behind me, one arm banding around my waist, the other reaching around to pinch my clit. “Come on my ht cock again,” he ordered, thrusting up to meet my bounces.

I shattered. My pussy clamped down on him like a vice, gushing fresh slick all over his lap as I cried out, body shaking. He kept fucking me through it, chasing his own release, hips snapping up hard.

That’s when my phone rang-sharp, insistent, vibrating on the nightstand beside the bed

The sound cut through the haze of moans and wet flesh like a blade.

My eyes flew open, still impaled on Mason’s throbbing cock, my body trembling from the aftershocks. The screen lit up……

The sound arrived like a physical thing…. specific, intrusive, the particular frequency of the ringtone I had set for the contact I had been dreading and half-expecting.

I went still…

Mason felt it immediately… the shift from present to not present, the specific quality of a body that had been fully in a moment and had just been pulled sideways out of it.

He lifted his head.

“Leave it,” he said

“I should check”

“Selina.” His voice was the warning register. “Leave it.”

I looked at his face.

At the open expression that was already closing, the warmth retreating as he registered that I was retreating, the specific, familiar process of Mason reassembling himself when he understood that what he wanted was not going to happen.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

I reached for the phone….

I got up from the bed, aware of him watching every movement with the specific attention of a man who was no longer present in the warm sense and was now present in the operational one.

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I looked at the screen….

Not a call.

A message

From a number that shouldn’t have this number.

I kept my face controlled.

“Who is it?” Mason asked.

“Work,” I said

The lie arrived smoothly. It always did….

I moved toward the door.

“Selina…..”

I stopped. Didn’t turn.

“It can wait until morning,” he said.

“It can’t.” I paused at the door. The thing I wanted to say… and there were several, jostling behind my teeth, each one carrying consequences I hadn’t fully mapped, sat there unspoken. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

I walked out…

The corridor was cool and quiet..

I stood outside the door and opened the message.

Read it.

Read it again

The blood left my face in the specific, physical way it did when something arrived that restructured everything, not shock exactly, but the cold clarity of information that changed the shape of the room you were standing in.

I pressed my back against the wall.

Looked at the ceiling.

Thought about the thing I had been carrying for weeks… the thing I hadn’t told Mason, that I had filed under manageable and not yet necessary and I will address it when the moment is right.

The moment was no longer my choice

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