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and you’re mad at me. Just like how you were mad at Clay and me for going to Elk City instead of the prom, and look where that got you.”
    He regretted the words the minute they left his mouth. The look on her face at what he’d said was as horrified as if he had slapped her. In the dim light, Mason could see the tears glistening in her eyes.
    “Look, I’m sorry.” He needed her to support him in his decision, to understand why he’d had to make it. She obviously didn’t. Mason let out a breath of frustration. “I’m gonna go.” Before I make things worse, he added silently.
    With one glance back, he swung over the sill and slid to the ground. He strode as fast as he could away from her before he did something stupid, and changed his mind and went back. She was mad and upset and there was nothing he could say or do to make things better. Hell, he was pretty mad and upset himself. They’d both have to get over it in their own time.
    He would. No way could he stay mad at her. Then he’d apologize again and think of a way to make it up to her. If she let him.
    Mason allowed himself one indulgence and stopped by the lake on his way home. He stared at the water shimmering beneath the moonlight, remembering their time together there, when he heard footsteps running.
    He turned in time to catch an armful of crying angry woman. April beat at him with her fists and then collapsed against his chest, sobbing. “I hate you for joining the Army and going away.”
    “Shhh. It’s okay.” Mason held her tightly to him.
    Her face crushed against his shirt, he could hardly hear her. “No, it’s not. You’re going to go and get yourself killed.”
    Not if he had anything to say about it, he wouldn’t. Mason rubbed her back, realizing she’d shoved her feet into flip-flops and run after him in nothing but the T-shirt she’d been wearing in her room.
    Her sobs quieted, finally stopping until she whispered, “I love you.”
    Mason’s breath caught in his chest at hearing that. As he lifted her up to kiss her, she wrapped her legs around his waist. His erection pressing against her panties, he groaned and plunged his tongue inside her mouth.
    April moved against him, her breath catching in her throat each time her shift in weight rubbed the crotch of her panties against the bulge in his jeans. April getting herself off by rubbing against him was more than Mason could take. He wanted inside of her and now.
    Mason walked them both to the water’s edge and lowered her to the ground. He stripped off his clothes as quickly as he could as she thankfully did the same. He lifted her again. April naked before him in the moonlight was a dream come true, but April naked and in his arms in the water was almost more than he could bear.
    Her legs were around him once more, but this time nothing separated them. Mason waded them into the pond, the cool water making her nipples hard against his chest as she clung to him. With his cock nestled between her legs, once they were chest-deep in the water she was buoyant enough to move freely over him, rubbing against his tip.
    He watched the rapt look on her face as, eyes closed, she worked his cock to sit just at her entrance. Mason drew in a deep breath and held it as she moved just the first inch of him in and out of herself. Then she did the one thing he’d been dreaming of for the past week and lowered her body.
    April stared at him, wide-eyed, as her own weight slowly forced his whole length inside of her incredibly tight pussy, until he was hilt-deep with her seated tightly against him. He didn’t move, just held her as her eyes closed and he felt a shiver run through her.
    His lids drifted shut as he felt both the cold of the water and the heat of April’s body surround him. He supported her weight easily with his hands beneath the water, and it took only the slightest of movements on his part to raise and lower her.
    It blew his mind to think he was the first man to do this to her.