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  “The last time we were here was on our honeymoon, Mason. We’re divorced now. Let’s not go into the past.”

  “The past is the only reason you’re marrying Ron. If you think you can feel better killing his brother, think again.”

  Oh God, she did not want to hear this. She forced herself to smile, pulled a sheet off the bed, wrapped it around her body and headed for the door.

  “Well, it’s been nice. Thanks for the pizza and the lovely attire. I’ll just leave you here to carry on your honeymoon. Alone.”

  “Do you honestly think our son would want you to end up in prison for killing someone, no matter how bad they are?”

  His words made her stop. Made her angry. “That’s a low blow, Mason.”

  “Do you think David would have wanted us to behave like this? Don’t you think he’d want his mother and father to stick together? Maybe even plan for another family…”

  Her heart ached at his last sentence but she couldn’t allow herself to get sucked into a fantasy because that’s all it was.

  “It’s a nice dream, Mason. Go find yourself another woman to live it. I’ve got nothing left to give.”

  “The way you reacted earlier to my touch says otherwise.”

  Bastard. He had noticed. She kept her gaze glued to the scenery out the window as she thought of a way to wound him. To keep him from knowing the truth. That she still loved him with all her heart but her revenge needed to be played out if she was ever to keep living.

  “Is that why you brought me here? So you can get a quick fuck and pretend the last four years never happened?”

  “I want you to remember our honeymoon, Avery.”

  Her nerves tingled as he came up behind her. Grabbing her by the shoulders he spun her around, forcing her to face him. His brown eyes blazed with fierce determination.

  “I want you to dig through all that anger and remember our past. Remember our dreams. Don’t let us go so easily.”

  “Weren’t the divorce papers enough for you? I’ve let you go, Mason,” she lied. “Maybe you can walk away from what happened to David, but I can’t.”

  “Dammit! I haven’t walked away!”

  He swore violently, closed his eyes and groaned in frustration. As he fought his anger, muscles spasmed in his cheeks. In the ensuing silence a log settled noisily in the fireplace. He opened his eyes and captured her gaze, his scorching look hollowing out her tummy in such a wonderful way she couldn’t deny she needed the comfort he now offered. Comfort he hadn’t been able to give her when their son died.

  The longer he stared at her, the greater the connection, the stronger the sparks. He wanted her. But she couldn’t give in to him. She needed to stay in her red-hot anger. It’s what kept her going. Kept her living. Kept her sane.

  “What motivates me right now is revenge, not sex,” she snapped, uncertain how she could stop this from going where she instinctively knew it was heading. Comfort sex.

  “What happens when the revenge dries up? Or you kill him and end your days in prison? What then?” he asked.

  “It’s my business what I do with my life. Just leave me alone.”

  Wrenching free from his embrace, her hand curled around the doorknob and she whipped open the door. Despite it being sunny outside, a frosty autumn wind slapped against her, making her catch her breath. She hesitated one second in the doorway, wondering if it was such a good idea going out dressed like this. But catching a cold was better than staying inside with Mason and how he made her feel. Before she could step outside, his arm curled around her waist, pulling her back inside the toasty cabin. And into his arms. She stared up at him, quite ready to crash her fists against his chest and escape, but there was an odd expression on his face that stopped her cold. A look she’d never seen before. A mixture of gentleness and desperation and determination.

  “I’m not letting you go, Avery. Not this time.” The determination was in his voice too and in the way he kicked the door shut behind them with such a crash she shivered at the fierce intent in his gaze. He wanted her. Right here. Right now. His hands glided to her hips and as if with a mind of their own, her hands dropped the sheet she’d been using to cover herself and she slipped her hands up his strong chest and around his neck.

  His eyes widened, as if he were surprised she’d given in so easily.

  Oh damn him. She’d missed the scorching way he looked at her. The exciting way he made her feel. She missed the mad thump of his heart pounding against hers when he kissed her. She ached to feel his huge erection pressing intimately against the crux of her thighs. Most of all, she missed all of him and everything about him. From the searing stares he gave her whenever he looked at her to his stifled shouts when he made love to her. But she could never let him know how much she missed him. Could never let him hope there could be a life for him with her because she couldn’t allow herself to believe there was anything for her either. She’d lost a son. Lost her husband. Lost herself.

  “It’ll just be sex, Mason. Nothing else,” she said, knowing that once again, she was lying to herself. From the way his eyes darkened with desire, he also knew she was lying. It could never be just sex with Mason. It was a deep burning love and she had no idea how she’d lost sight of that fact since her son died.

  “I’ll take you any way I can get you, Avery. The rest will follow.” He sounded so sure of himself, she almost believed him.

  “I’m going to make love to you, baby. I’m going to make you remember how much I care and I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to beg me to never stop.”

  Reaching up, he brushed his thumb over her lower lip, the soft sensations making her quiver. Impulsively she wound her fingers into the silky strands of his hair.

  “I’ve missed this. Missed us,” he said and she could feel the sexual tension in the air around them. She creamed warmly and felt pleasantly dazed.

  Oh boy, she wanted to forget the pain.

  He leaned closer, pressing his warm cheek against hers, erotically rubbing the rough stubble of his morning beard against her flesh.

  “I plan on making you remember us, Avery,” he whispered against her ear. “Make you dig down past all that grief that’s blinding you and make you remember our love. Remember what we shared. Only when you remember, can you forget the pain of the past.”

  He dropped his hand back to her waist, and brought her closer until she felt the heat and hardness of his erection pressing intimately against her pussy. Then he took her mouth in a kiss so fast and so demanding her restraint shattered and all her nerve endings sparkled to life. He didn’t waste any time, pushing his tongue past her lips and thrusting it into her mouth, seductively skimming over her teeth.

  Her senses reeled.

  This was happening too fast! Way too fast.

  She was spiraling. Pleasure raged through her like an untapped gusher, dampening her anger as his lips continued to slide so sweetly against hers. When she opened her mouth, he entered her with his hard dominating tongue and Avery’s world tilted. She moaned as an exquisite urgency exploded between her thighs.

  He moved his mouth away from hers and gently kissed her cheeks, his hands sliding around to cup her ass cheeks and bring her even closer to him. His cock pressed intimately against the thin cloth covering her pussy giving an erotic promise of things to come.

  “You feel me?” His moist lips trailed butterfly kisses along the entire column of her neck. “This is how much I love you, Avery. How much I want to be inside you. How much I need you.”

  His enticing kisses continued over her sensitive collarbone and came to rest in the valley of her breasts where he lifted his head, his brown eyes full of fire and intent. “Do you want me inside you, Avery? Want me as much as I want to be inside of you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. She knew this would be a mistake. Knew she was sleeping with him for all the wrong reasons, but she wanted him. Maybe even to pretend for just a little while that everything was okay.

  He smiled. It
was a sexy grin that made her heart wrench painfully. Made her remember how great they’d been together. She gasped as his fingers looped beneath the teddy straps. He eased them down over her shoulders until her breasts spilled free. She swore they’d never felt so enlarged and heavy.

  Bending his head closer, he flicked his moist tongue against the right pasty on her breast and wrestled it away, revealing her nipple to him. She creamed when he sucked her nipple into his hot mouth. He sucked and bit, creating intoxicating feelings that left her drowning in bliss. Drowning and dripping.

  War raged inside her. She wanted him to make love to her. Needed to feel his cock inside her. Conquering her. Thrusting into her. Loving her. At the same time though, she needed his hands and mouth all over her body.

  As if he sensed her wants, he slid a warm hand over her belly. Her heart pounded violently in her ears with anticipation as his fingers dipped beneath the thong band and he slid the thin fabric over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of the thong and spread her legs. His hand slipped between her thighs, and a finger slid into her soaked pussy.

  Avery shuddered at the intimate invasion. Moaned into his mouth as his wet finger withdrew and he quickly found her clit. A wild sound erupted somewhere deep in her chest as he massaged her there before thrusting into her vagina to collect more juices and returning to her clit to continue a succulent massage. Within seconds the familiar rush of arousal zipped along her nerves urging her to gyrate her hips.

  He let go of her nipple with a pop, leaving it throbbing and achingly hard before heading to her other one. She shook as he removed the pasty with his tongue and lapped at her before taking her nipple between his teeth and nipping gently.

  As his mouth continued to feast on her breasts and his finger massaged her clit, a tremendous feverish impatience raced through her. He was breathing harshly and so was she. Urgently she unwrapped her arms from his neck and slid her fingers quickly over his leather jacket until she reached his waist and then found and unhooked the jeans button before moving lower to the zipper. The sound of his zipper lowering roared through the air making Mason let go of her nipple and his finger disappeared leaving her even hotter from the erotic massage, the arousal almost bringing her to her knees.

  “You’re in one hell of a hurry, aren’t you, baby?” He chuckled as he looked down and watched her slide his jeans down his lean hips. He stepped out of the jeans and she wrenched on his underwear, tugging it down. His cock sprang free and she held his searing flesh in her hands. It felt heavy and swollen and she couldn’t believe he was so big. Nor did she remember how heavily veined his shaft felt against her palms as she massaged him, stroking his entire length. The erotic sight of his cock elongating and thickening had her panting and wanting him inside her.

  “Mason,” she whimpered as a blind frantic need grabbed her.

  “On the bed. On your hands and knees,” he ordered.

  She shivered with anticipation. Doggie style position. They’d never done that before.

  She bit her lip and did his bidding, climbing onto the bed. The rustle of his clothing followed, and she turned to watch him whip off his jacket and shirt, revealing his wide chest and scrumptious muscles. And then the bed moved and he was climbing onto the mattress behind her, his palms caressing her ass cheeks. Then a finger slipped into her vagina collecting her juices and out again then smoothing over her clit, rubbing her so desperately and yet so tenderly until she tightened and neared her climax. She gasped as he dropped his touch and moaned wantonly as his thick cock head pressed against her vaginal opening. In one quick thrust he sunk into her, making her cry out as he stretched her. In welcome, her vaginal muscles spasmed around his thickness, greeting her long lost lover once again.

  “Deeper,” she moaned, wanting that deep penetration he always gave so freely.

  He withdrew and thrust into her again, pushing deeper, until his tight balls slapped intimately against her flesh. Agonizing pressure increased her pleasure and her fingers dug into the blankets beneath her. Instinctively bucking her hips against him, she smiled as he moaned and withdrew, plunging into her again, nice and hard, just the way she loved it. He continued pumping with deep, steady, practiced thrusts that burned her alive and drowned her in wonderful ambiance.

  Moving faster against her, he pistoned his cock into her, demanding an orgasm from her. Within seconds her body tightened with a need for release and she cried out as another fiery round of erotic vibrations slammed through her.

  God! She was so aroused. She’d never been so wild before. Usually she was satisfied after one or two climaxes but he just kept ripping them from her. Was this pleasure ever going to stop?

  Chapter Four

  Mason groaned as Avery’s vaginal muscles gripped him. She was as blistering as a furnace and extremely tight. The way she was moaning and writhing against him felt good. Real good.

  Mason withdrew and plunged into her wet tightness again, his lower belly contracting even harder as he fought back his release. He was more than ready to come. But he could tell by the tight way she was whimpering and panting with erotic little cries of wonder, she needed another good climax and by golly he was going to give it to her.

  Holding her hips even tighter, he withdrew then watched his cock disappear into her again. The sound of her breathy moans, the sweet way she was trembling and the exquisite tension shimmering through her succulent body, he knew she was nearing another orgasm.

  “Let’s try for another, eh, baby.” He gritted his teeth, fighting back the overwhelming need for release.

  She answered with another sweet moan and he watched her fingers tangle tighter in the sheets as she prepared herself. He plunged into her again, this time harder and gaining a fast erotic speed. Within a couple of seconds he felt the spasms of her pussy wrap his cock tighter. He drove harder.

  They both exploded together. Their bodies convulsing and their cries crashing through the quietness of the cabin.

  * * * * *

  After Avery melted down from her climax, they both showered and then collapsed into the bed, Mason wrapping her into his warm embrace and spooning himself against her rear, his hot, damp cock nestling against the crack in her ass.

  Her heart crashed against her chest as disbelief washed over her. She’d just had sex with her ex and despite feeling satiated, shards of guilt were slamming into her. Avery sighed heavily and watched the flames licking the wood in the fireplace before noticing the beginning pitter patter of rain slicing against the skylights in the roof.

  Oh crap! It had just been sunny before they’d made love and now it was raining and gloomy. Gloomy, just like she was suddenly feeling as she thought about how Rick Smart was still alive and her son was dead.

  “You’re thinking about David, aren’t you?” Mason’s gentle whisper curled through the room making her jolt back to the present. He’d always seemed to be in tune with her moods, except after their son died. Many times Mason being in tune was a good thing, sometimes, like now, it wasn’t.

  She kept silent for a few minutes, listening to her heart beating, to the snap of the flames in the fireplace and the rain drumming on the roof.

  “I wonder where we went wrong with David. We warned him to be careful,” she finally said.

  He nuzzled his face against the curve of her neck, the coarse hair on his chin rubbing erotically against her earlobe.

  “We didn’t do anything wrong,” he replied. “We explained to him about drugs.”

  Mason was right. From when David was a kid Mason had told him what he saw happening on the streets. How drug lords got kids hooked so they could make money off them. That David shouldn’t try drugs. Shouldn’t let his drink out of his sight. But he was a man with a mind of his own and he…turned his back on his drink and someone slipped something in that was lethal to him. David thought he was in a safe place; he trusted his friends. Apparently, he wasn’t. But the kid who put the drug in there probably didn’t know the drug was bad or that David would o
verdose.

  Mason’s tone softened. “Hell, no one can prepare their kids for every eventuality of what might happen in life, baby.”

  “Do you know he would have been out of pre-med and in medical school now?”

  “I know.”

  “He would have made a fine doctor.”

  “He would have made us proud,” he answered. Pride laced the undertone of hurt and pain in his voice. The same hurt and pain shifting within her heart.

  “Do you ever think what would have happened if we’d never had David? If we’d still be together?”

  Beside her Mason chuckled. “We did have him and I wouldn’t trade having him or you for anything. The way I figure it God decided the kid was needed somewhere else more than he was needed with us, so he took him from us and gave him to someone else.”

  Avery frowned. “You make it sound so simple.”

  “It’s anything but simple, baby. He’s our son. He’s always going to be in our hearts and in our minds. Just like you’ll always be in my heart, babe.” He squeezed her with a reassuring tenderness before continuing, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you after we lost him. I should have been, but I fell apart. I didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know how to comfort you, so I lost myself in my work.”

  Deep down inside her heart, she’d known Mason had been drowning in his grief for their son. There were many times he’d taken double shifts just to avoid coming home, but she hadn’t confronted him. Hadn’t so much as questioned him. She’d just wanted to be alone with her grief back then. So how could she expect him to help her through her grief when she couldn’t even help him through his?

  “I didn’t know how to comfort you either. I guess we should have gone to grief counseling.”

  “We can still do it.”

  She nodded and smiled. Yes, they could do counseling, couldn’t they? It was never too late for that. Never too late for anything, actually. Some more comfort sex sure would help ease the guilt and bring her closer to Mason. And she so wanted to be back in his arms and in his life again, even if for a few hours. Sliding her hand behind her, she heard him gasp when she found what she was looking for. His rod was scorching and thick and already growing again as she wrapped her fingers around his pulsing flesh.