Hill, Meagan - Master Me [Masterson] (Siren Publishing Classic) (20 page)

As they worked through the day, Miranda’s concern about being less than helpful or equal to the other members disappeared as the men took the information she gave seriously, along with the suggestions on the best way to enter and where to look for the various members of the household. Her forgotten drawing ability again came in incredibly handy as she was able to sketch a decent likeness of Cabela and the other members of his coven who needed to be eradicated rather than captured. Miranda didn’t need Mitch’s thoughts to know he was very proud of her ability to set aside the emotional pain that accompanied her sharing of the necessary information. By the time Nina called a halt for their take-out dinner at seven, Miranda had a raging headache and felt completely empty of knowledge. She had shared every bit she could think of and then some.

Miranda didn’t even have to ask before Nina was handing her a specially brewed cup of tea and a couple of aspirin. Mitch, however, was staggered when he reduced his focus on the fight ahead and became aware of Miranda once again. “Miranda! How long have you been hurting like that, baby?” Mitch ground out as he winced at the pain he was pulling from her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, guiding her to rest her forehead against his chest. He then loosened the bun at the top of her head and began to massage her scalp and neck with his strong, warm hands. He could feel an immediate release of some of the tension from her body, followed by a reduction in the pain gripping her head.

“It’s just a headache, Mitch, though don’t stop what you’re doing. That feels so good,” she mumbled as she began to lean more heavily against him. Mitch was silent for several minutes as he continued to rub. When Nina came to call them to dinner again, he motioned they would be there in a bit and to start without them. She nodded and left them to continue. Mitch continued to monitor Miranda’s pain levels through their connection, grateful he could sense it and not be forced to ask and then wonder if she were minimizing the depth of the pain. He knew she was no stranger to physical pain and probably ignored more than most people could take without passing out, but he didn’t want her to hurt at all if he could help it.

Several minutes later, Miranda was mostly limp lying against his chest, and much of her headache had disappeared beneath Mitch’s skillful hands. Mitch lowered his hands to clasp around her back, leaning his cheek down to rest upon the top of her head. They stood that way for a few more minutes, absorbing the peace and contentment that always flowed between them. They were interrupted by Mitch’s stomach growling for its nightly meal, causing them to pull apart, chuckling.

“Thank you, Mitch. I love you so much, and I love how your hands make me feel.”

“You’re welcome, my love. You should have said something earlier, though, before it got so bad.”

“I honestly hadn’t noticed it until just a few minutes before you did. I was too focused on what we were doing.”

“I know how it is. I do it, too. I’m just glad I was able to help, along with the tea and aspirin Mom gave you. Speaking of, we’d better join them for dinner soon before there’s nothing left and we’re stuck with sandwiches again.”

Miranda pulled back out of Mitch’s arms, lifting her face up for a sweet kiss, which was immediately granted. “
I love you, Mitch.”

“As I love you, Miranda. Always.”
Miranda smiled softly at him before turning to pull him toward the dining room.

Mitch was almost right about there not being any left for them. If Nina hadn’t prevented the rest of the guys from eating it, there wouldn’t have been enough for Mitch and Miranda to share. The dinner was lively with conversation, with them all telling stories about Mitch growing up with a mother who always knew what trouble he was getting into and his many accidents as he tried to learn how to use his powers. Miranda laughed so much she was breathless by the time dessert was served, and Mitch, who’d started off scowling in embarrassment at the information being shared, was guffawing right along with them at his more idiotic moments.

Appearing to feel a little bad for Mitch, Miranda told the story of how she’d skidded down the last bit of grass at the bottom of Mitch’s stairs and had landed in the rather cool water of the river and nearly gave a bunch of preteen boys a good look at her breasts. Everyone else was laughing uproariously while Mitch and Miranda shared a soft, loving look of remembrance.

Dinner broke up shortly afterward, with cleanup being simple considering it was all in boxes or on paper plates. Everyone went their separate ways as they made their last preparations before having to leave for the airport at nine thirty for their eleven o’clock departure time.

Mitch and Miranda returned to their room. They quickly packed the little they had with them, though Miranda threw most of the clothes she’d brought from the compound away because they no longer fit. When they were done, there was still over an hour to wait.

Mitch sat on one side the bed, pulling Miranda between his legs to hold her tightly against him while her arms wrapped themselves around his broad shoulders. They didn’t need to speak, aloud or telepathically, to know what the other was thinking and feeling. They were both nervous about what would happen the next evening and knew this time would likely be the last they would have together alone.

Miranda moved back a bit so she could gaze into Mitch’s blazing blue eyes. She lifted her hand to gently trace his face. Her thumb skimmed along his eyebrows, across his cheekbones, and then ghosted over his lips. She pressed her palm to his cheek as he leaned his head into it, absorbing the love and comfort she offered with it. Mitch loosened his arms around her waist and raised his hands to bury themselves into her hair. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled her face toward his while never allowing his gaze to wander from hers. They paused for a moment just as their lips were about to touch, sharing their breath. Then, with a tiny movement from them both, they pressed their lips together in a soul-shattering kiss. They shared every emotion, every thought regarding each other in that kiss. They both moaned as the kiss deepened, their tongues dueling before delving into the other’s mouth.

When they had to part for breath, Mitch kissed a line from Miranda’s mouth across her jaw to her ear, where he nibbled on the lobe before moving down to the soft flesh below. Miranda’s hands bunched his shirt in her hands as she sighed in pleasure. Mitch slid his hands down her back to the hem of her shirt before leaning back just far enough to allow him to tug the fabric over Miranda’s head, leaving her in a sexy blue lace bra. “Oh, fuck! I love that color on you,” he groaned out. Mitch brought his hands around to palm each lace-clad breast, brushing his thumbs against her hardening nipples through the fabric. He leaned forward again and began showering kisses along her chest as he moved down toward her breasts. When he couldn’t comfortably lean any further downward, he reached around to swiftly unclip the bra and pulled the scrap of fabric from her body. He then grasped her around her waist and pulled her body up onto the bed, settling her on her back near the center.

Mitch rolled over on top of Miranda, settling his hips between her thighs, which opened automatically. He returned to his worship of her breasts, laving, pulling, and nipping at the skin around her nipples before finally suckling on the nipples themselves. Soon, her breasts were swollen and tight with need as her hips and legs began shifting beneath him.

Mitch pushed away from Miranda to stand up beside the bed. Miranda’s eyes glittered with need as she watched him, her eyes hooded with passion. Mitch hurriedly undressed, stripping himself bare before doing the same with the remaining clothes Miranda had on. When they were both completely nude, Mitch crawled back up onto the bed, though this time he lay down at Miranda’s side, giving his hand the room it needed to continue to explore her body. Miranda reached up and clasped Mitch’s head firmly, bringing his lips back to hers. As they kissed, Mitch’s hand returned to Miranda’s breasts, pulling and tugging on her nipples until they had returned to their fully aroused state. He then skimmed it downward, brushing over her silken stomach before reaching his final destination, her silken curls. He brushed his fingers through her tuft, finding her dripping with excitement, the flesh plumped from the additional blood flow. Parting her folds gently, he stroked her with the tips of his fingers, circling her swollen bundle of nerves before firmly brushing across it.

Miranda could not stay still anymore as the pleasure Mitch was bringing her swept through her body. Her back arched as her hips pressed her mound against his hand, a cry of need escaping her as she fought for breath. Taking her uplifted chest as an invitation, Mitch bent his head down to nibble and suck on her breasts, pushing Miranda ever closer to the explosion she could feel building inside. Mitch continued to fondle her wet center, using his thumb to manipulate her clit while the rest of his fingers delved downward. Miranda cried out again when he thrust two fingers into her tight wet hole, her hips responding with a thrust of their own, before finding a rhythm both could follow. Miranda could no longer keep quiet as she murmured and breathed out her feelings and half-formed thoughts, telling Mitch repeatedly how much she loved him.

Mitch knew he couldn’t keep this up much longer. His cock had been hard since he’d pulled her into his arms after finishing packing, and his cock now throbbed painfully. He had to be inside of her now. Mitch pulled his fingers out of her wet heat, causing Miranda to cry out in disappointment. Licking his fingers clean quickly, he then moved above her once again, wedging his hips between her thighs and rubbing the head of his swollen dick along her wet slit. Miranda began to tremble below him, telling him she was very close to her first orgasm. Mitch positioned himself at her opening and gently but firmly pressed his way inside until he was fully buried, his balls pressed against her ass.

They both groaned out in pleasure at the feel of him being buried deep inside her. Miranda wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him tightly to her as Mitch propped his upper body up with his elbows and spread his knees to stably brace their bodies. When they were comfortably situated, Mitch pulled back, leaving just the very tip of his cock at her opening before slamming back into her body. That one hard, deep thrust pitched Miranda into her orgasm. She screamed loudly as the energy burst within her, causing her entire body to tremble. Mitch groaned loudly at the feel of her body clamping around his but was able to gather enough of his control to keep from releasing his own orgasm so soon. He began thrusting strongly within her, keeping a steady pace that prolonged Miranda’s orgasm and pushed him toward his own. Her body began to relax once the climax had released her, though Miranda never let go of her clasp on him. She did not allow herself to fully relax into the orgasmic afterglow either but instead focused on Mitch’s movements, feeling him moving deep within her. Her need for Mitch soon reignited, and she joined him in working toward another peak.

Mitch felt Miranda’s body begin to respond to his again, her hips pushing up to meet each thrust. After a few moments, Mitch decided he wanted a slightly different position. Not wanting to lose the connection of being face-to-face and chest-to-chest, Mitch pulled his knees up under her ass so he was sitting on his heels. He then wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her up to press her body against his so that she was essentially squatting over him. Miranda wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly against her as she pulled her feet under her some so she could move her hips along with his. As he had wanted, they were hip-to-hip, chest-to-chest, and face-to-face. They began moving in this new position, quickly finding a satisfying rhythm, as Mitch gripped Miranda’s hips in a bruising hold. They enjoyed the new angle for a while before finding the position soon tired out the rarely used muscles it required. Miranda pressed one hand against Mitch’s shoulder, silently telling him she wanted him on his back. Mitch moved to comply immediately, his body shaking with the need pouring through him.

Miranda wasted no time crawling up Mitch’s body before positioning herself above his straining cock as Mitch’s hands again gripped her hips. Miranda stared deeply into Mitch’s eyes as she slowly impaled herself with his turgid flesh. The sensation caused both of them to moan loudly. When Miranda was able, she began moving over him, keeping the strokes slow but strong and deep. Soon, they were both gasping as their bodies tightened in preparation for the coming eruption. With Mitch’s help, Miranda began slamming her body down on his, grinding down on his pubic bone at the bottom of each thrust. Her juices continued to flow, and soon Mitch’s hips and balls were covered in her sweet honey. Mitch was on the edge, hanging on as tightly as possible to make sure Miranda came with him, but he knew he would soon lose control.

“Miranda! Baby, you have to come now! Come for me, baby, cover me in your sweet juices,” Mitch managed to growl out. The command had its desired result, pitching Miranda over the edge. Her body clamped down hard upon his, her pussy squeezing his hard cock tightly as her back bowed, and she howled her pleasure to the room. The tight clenching of her inner muscles upon his hard flesh pulled his orgasm from him, forcing him to slam upward into her body several times as he convulsed below her, roaring out his own release.