The Sweet Addiction Series Collection: Sweet Addiction, Sweet Possession & Sweet Obsession (123 page)

Mason drops his head and circles my nipple with his tongue. He sucks on the other, lifting and squeezing my breast, using his teeth when I beg him for it.

I fist his hair and cry out, arching away from the floor.

“Baby. Missed you,” he rasps, grabbing my face and kissing me hard, rocking into me more steadily, drawing my orgasm. “It killed me being apart, Brooke. I need you here. Need you with me.”

“Forever?”

“Fuck yes, forever. I love you. I will never love anyone else.”

“Mason,” I groan, gasping into his mouth. “If you ask me, I’ll say yes. I’m not scared. I will always say yes to you.”

I feel the rhythm of his heart change.

He growls, leaning back to look at me with wild eyes, his breathing heavy and desperate between us, his jaw clenched tight and sweat dripping down his face. I can see him struggling, trying to slow down the fervent drag of his cock while the muscles in his arms flex and swell on either side of my face.

He loses the battle.

Swearing and moaning my name, Mason pistons his hips and releases inside of me. His orgasm is exquisite, the tensing of his stomach, the noises he makes. He drops his head against my shoulder and pants in hot breaths, only contented for a few seconds before he’s sliding down my body and nuzzling his mouth against my clit.

“Oh . . . oh, God.”

I reach blindly for his hair, my eyes closed in bliss. I feel his hands take mine and link us together on either side of my body, his fingers pressing into the tops of my hands.

My legs shake against his head as he sucks and sucks on my clit. I moan when he blows lightly across it.

“You’ll say yes?” he asks, and I know he’s smiling. I can practically feel it against my skin he’s so close to me.

“Yes,” I breathe.

He squeezes my hands. He rolls his tongue heavily over that smooth bundle of nerves, and I wait, I wait for him to ask while my body tightens and warms all over. I wait while blood rushes in my ears. I strain to hear his voice.
Is he asking?
The only thing I can hear is my own heartbeat and my answer, over and over as my orgasm pulls me apart.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”

I collapse against the sleeping bag, my skin slick with sweat. I feel Mason’s lips on my thigh as he presses them there.

“Will you marry me?” he asks.

Smiling, I look down my body between my legs.

Mason raises his head. He looks so unsure for a man who just got his answer multiple times.

Was I not loud enough?

I sit up and grab his shoulders, pulling him until he’s on top of me. I kiss his mouth. “I’m sorry. What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

His lip twitches. Leaning back a bit, he stares down at me, smoothing his hand over my cheek. “Will you?” he asks, staring at my mouth, waiting for that one word I will never make him wait for.

“Yes.”

He collapses, burying his face in my neck. “Baby.”

“Don’t let go of me.”

I feel the slight shake of his head, his lips on my skin and the wetness leaking from his eyes.

“Never.”

BROOKE

My hands are shaking. Sweat builds up on my palms.

Jesus. How hot are these people trying to make this fucking wedding?

I suppose there’s a bright side to sweating my ass off standing here. If the bride hates the cake, it’ll probably end up melting before she cuts into it anyway.

I’m doing this delivery alone. I wanted it this way, until last night when I cried to Mason and begged him to cancel his classes this morning so he could be here to support me. I took it back immediately when it actually occurred to me that he
would
do that.

I won’t have him missing anymore classes because of me. He’s missed enough.

Turning my head, I glance at the cake on the table beside me as I wait for the bride. To my standards, I think it looks . . . okay. Maybe better than okay, but I’m not the one getting married.

Yet.

My thumb twists the engagement ring around my finger.

The flowers look as realistic as I was able to get them. The icing is flawless. This morning when I snapped a picture of the finished product and sent it to Dylan she called me and squealed in my ear.

I begged her to stop. Reese really begged her to stop. She still has another week to go before Blake is due to arrive and if she goes into early labor because of me, I might as well pack up my apron.

Reese will fire me himself.

As I’m looking up the stairway leading to the bridal suite, my phone beeps in my back pocket. I slide it out and read the message.

Mason
: How’s it going, sweetheart? You doing okay?

A door closes at the top of the stairs. I glance up and see the bride and a woman walking with her in my direction. I look down and quickly type my response.

Me
: I’ll let you know in a minute.

I tuck my phone away. Standing beside the table, I clasp my hands in front of me and concentrate on remembering to breathe. It’s a challenging task, and one I might benefit from disregarding.

Passing out right now does have it’s allure. I’ll miss the rejection.

The bride gasps, raising a hand to her mouth when she gets halfway down the stairs. Her eyes glued to the cake.

I don’t know what to do. I debate on giving this disaster a right shove and fleeing out the doors behind me.

“Oh, my God. Look at it, Mom!” She hurries down the remaining steps and stops in front of the table. She fans her face. “Shit! I’m going to cry. I can’t cry.” She cuts me a look. “Don’t make me cry!”

“Okay? Um . . .” I gesture at the cake. I pray I don’t vomit all over it. “I’m s-so sorry. The flowers weren’t the easiest for me, but I’m very certain it takes good. It’s at least edible.”

“What?” she laughs, moving quickly and throwing her arms around me. “You’re so funny. I love it!”

“You do?”

“Yes!” She releases me and admires her cake. “The flowers are perfect. They look just like my bouquet, right, Mom?”

The older woman beside her nods. “Absolutely stunning.” She gives me a warm smile. “You have a real talent, young lady.”

I look from the woman, to the bride, then back again. “Um . . . thank you. Dylan, our main baker, is on bedrest so I did this by myself. I was really nervous. I ate some of the practice one I did.”

“It’s perfect. All of it. God, thank you again.” The bride squeezes my hand, then grabs her mother and flees back up the stairs.

I stand there for a moment staring at the cake. My cake.

I did it.

Holy fuck, I did it.

Pressing my hands against my cheeks, I spin around to walk toward the door. A figure halts my steps.

Mason stands in the doorway of the estate house, smiling at me, still in his sleeveless tank and running shorts. His phone in his hand.

I sprint across the marble floor and hurl myself into his arms.

“You’re here! Did you see?” I lean back to see his face, my feet dangling in the air. “She loved it. She thought it was perfect. Even the flowers.”

“They match her bouquet,” he adds, kissing me sweetly.

“You saw.” I squeeze him tighter. “What are you doing here? What about your class?”

He puts me down and walks me outside, resting his hand on my lower back.

“I don’t have any until this afternoon.”

After stepping off the last stair, I look up at him. “What? You canceled them again?”

“No. I never had any scheduled until later. I just let you think I did. I knew you wanted to do this alone. I just wanted to be here if you needed me.”

I tug on his hand, pulling him against me. I press a kiss to his chest. “I love you.”

“Yeah? Wanna get married?”

My laugh cuts with a squeal when thunder claps over our heads. My hands immediately fly to my ears. I slide closer to Mason and lower my arms.

“Oh, my God. That was so loud.”

He looks up at the rapidly darkening sky.

The first few drops of rain pelt against my face. The wind picks up around us.

“We should get going, yeah? It’s coming fast.”

Mason tugs on my hand and we dart through the parking lot.

There is no gradual incline of precipitation. The rain goes from a few sprinkles darkening the asphalt to buckets being dumped from the heavens.

I shriek, staying close to Mason as he humorously tries to shield me with his T-shirt. My hair sticks to the sides of my face and water pools in my sneakers. We’re both drenched by the time we reach the delivery van around the side of the building.

I tug my keys out of my pocket.

“Out of nowhere. It was so nice today too. The sun was out.”

I look up at Mason after he speaks, watching as he wipes his hand over his face and pushes back his wet hair.

He gives me an odd look. “What is it?”

Buckling over with my hand clutching my stomach, I fall into a fit of laughter as the rain continues to beat down on us.

“Something funny, gorgeous? You’ve lost me here.”

I grab his face and stand on my toes to kiss him. “It was beautiful today. All day, and now it’s raining.”

“Yeah,” he replies, still confused. “That it is.”

“It feels good, doesn’t it? I love sweet storms like this.”

Lightning flashes across the sky, startling me again. We both look up, then at each other.

“We need to get in the van,” he tells me. “With lightning, we’ll be safe in there. Come on.”

A wicked little thought pops into my head. Biting my lip, I grab his arm and lead him around the back of the vehicle. I quickly unlock the door and climb inside.

“What are you doing?” he asks, looking around the open space.

I reach for him, fisting his shirt. “I’m willing to bet you’ve never had sex in a delivery van before.”

He arches his brow. Rain beads up on it. “Can’t say I have.”

“Me either.”

I tug and he tumbles on top of me, pinning me beneath him, or maybe he lunges for me when he hears I’m giving him another one of my firsts.

I’m too happy to care how I get him. He’s mine.

You hear that, bitches? MINE.

The End

Overjoyed
by Matchbox Twenty

More Than Anyone
by Gavin Degraw

Come Around
by Rosi Golan

Replay
by Zendaya

Sugar
by Maroon 5

Clumsy
by Fergie

Somewhere Only We Know
by Keane

Mr. Daniels, thank you for being my best friend, for being an amazing husband and father, and for your steady support as we navigate through this crazy world together. Your face is my favorite face of all faces.

To my betas, thank you ladies for reading Sweet Obsession, and for going through this writing process with me and being my little voices of encouragement when I needed you. Beth Cranford, on top of everything else you do for me, thank you for sitting down with this story at the end and proofing it, timeline checking, and making sure Joey stays as fabulous as he should be. Kellie Richardson, Pwincess, thank you for your amazing teasers, and for loving this series almost as much as them Bama Boys. (Now that I think about it, Ben should’ve been in this. He could’ve arrested Paul at the bar.)