“So, what did you plan for this ladies night?” Lake asks when we sit down on the couch.
“Junk food, binge-watching something funny, aaaannnddd probably some more junk food.”
Lake smiles. “Do I have to wear a dress so I can join you?”
“If you do facials with us, and I get to paint your nails hot pink then it’s a deal.”
“Facials, yes. Hot pink, solid no.”
I pout playfully, “No fun.”
His eyes dart to something behind me, but before I can look, Mason jumps over the back of the couch and ends up sitting right beside me.
“Where do you put all the junk you eat?” he asks, resting an arm behind me on the couch.
I lean forward and glance back at him. “It all goes into energy to create comebacks for whenever we go at each other.”
I feel him tug at my hair, and can’t help but frown.
What’s going on?
Yes, we had sex, but it was a heat of the moment thing.
I thought we’d just go back to the way things were. But after the encounter with Serena, and now him sitting next to me and tugging at my hair?
Damn… way to screw with a girl’s mind, Dude.
He brings his other hand to my face, and I pull back, which makes the corner of his mouth curl up. He brushes a finger over my forehead. “Stop frowning, Hunt.”
“Then stop being so weird,” I say. “It’s… it’s… weird.”
A smile stretches over his face, and it only makes me look at him like he lost his mind. “Did you smoke some weed? Drank a little too much?”
He leans into me and feeling his breath on my ear, he whispers, “Payback for this morning.” He pulls a little back, and our eyes lock. “Watching you squirm is way more fun than getting you all riled up.”
“Ahh… is that so?” I tilt my head and close the distance between us again. When I’m so damn close to his mouth that my lips begin to tingle, I repeat his words from this morning in a seductive whisper, “Careful, Mason. When I start a war, I always finish it.”
His lips pull in to a sexy grin which has the power to melt a thousand panties.
Okay, maybe I won’t win the war, but damn, as long as he grins like that while wiping the floor with me, it will be worth it.
“Is that a dare I hear, Hunt?” His voice is so low and rough, it sounds the same as when he was deep inside of me.
“Uhm… guys.” Lake gets up, pulling us out of the moment. I quickly pull away from Mason. “You don’t want to move this to the bedroom?” Lake asks, and when we look at him, he smiles, “Daddy don’t need to see this.”
“Falcon and Layla also don’t need to see it,” Falcon teases behind me.
I shoot up from the chair, and when I see the huge smile on Falcon’s face and Layla’s eyes wide with surprise, I say, “Let’s go, Layla.” I hold my hand out to her. “Before I do something stupid.”
She presses a kiss to Falcon’s mouth, and whispers, “I’ll call you when we get there.”
Taking my hand, she wags her eyebrows at me, “Something stupid like… ?”
“There’s a strong possibility I might bite someone,” I say as I glance at Mason, who still has the grin plastered all over his face, which makes me add, “And there will be blood.”
“Kinky, Hunt,” Mason chuckles. “Careful, I might hold you to that.”
Frazzled because he’s teasing me and not biting my head off, I drag Layla to the door.
“We better go, before we get whatever bug Mason has,” I mumble as I drag her out and down the passage.
Layla laughs her ass off all the way down to the bottom floor.
“You have a lot to tell me,” she says as we step out of the elevator. “What happened between you and Mason?”
“Angry sex,” I mumble.
Layla’s eyes grow huge with surprise, and opening her door to the suite, she says, “What? And you’re only telling me now?”
“It only happened two days ago,” I explain.
“I have to admit, my friend, I never thought I’d see you and Mason end up together,” she says while shoving a couple of things into a bag, “but, damn, it sure is fun watching you and Mason fall for each other.”
“We’re not falling for each other,” the words burst from me which makes Layla wag her eyebrows at me.
“It’s only a matter of time before it strikes you like a lightning bolt and you realize you’re head over heels for the guy.”
“If that lighting bolt hits me, it will only end up frying my ass. Never in a ka-zillion years will Mason fall for me.”
Sobering up, Layla asks, “What makes you say that?”
“I’m just not his type.”
Layla grabs the bag, and we lock her suite before heading to mine.