She steps closer, probably so that no one overhears. “Whatever happened between you two, fix it, Mason. She misses you.”
My head lifts and she has a sincere smile planted on her face. “Thank you.”
My black sneakers squeak slightly on the pristine marble floors of the hallway once I reach the landing. Walking several steps toward Lucy’s bedroom door, I brace myself when I turn the handle, not bothering to knock. I never knock.
The handle gives way and I’m relieved it’s not locked like it usually is since that day in the pool house. When the door swings open, Lucy is sitting with her legs crossed on her bed doing homework. She has music playing. “Traitor” by Elley Duhe is playing from the built-in speakers in her room. She lifts her head and our eyes lock. My gaze roams over her white tank top and frayed jean shorts that are so short it looks like they are boy shorts.
“What are you doing here?” she asks.
I walk inside her bedroom and close the door with a soft click. When I turn around, she is leaning back on her hands on the bed and her tank top rides up, showing a belly piercing. Her black hair is like a silk curtain sliding back off her shoulders.
My knees touch the edge of the bed and I nudge my chin toward her stomach. “When did you get that?”
She looks down at her belly piercing and then looks up at me, quirking an elegant brow. “About a month ago. Why?”
“No reason. I just didn’t know you had one.”
“There are a lot of things I have that you don’t know. What are you doing here? I thought you would be hanging out with your new friend you made in class today.”
My lip twitches. So she is jealous. That means I still have a chance. “We both know that I did that to get a reaction out of you.” I slide my phone and pull up the block number list. “I blocked her number. I had no intention of hanging out with her or calling her. There is only one girl I have the intention of asking out and I’m currently in her bedroom.”
She tries to look at the phone with disinterest, but I know Lucy. She looked at it. “Is that right?” she says mockingly.
Licking my lips, I watch her intently. She knows I’m studying her reaction to every word. She gets up on her knees and scoots over to the edge, so we are facing each other.
Her eyes are the color of a cloudless blue sky and every time I look in them, I get lost. My heart beats faster with every breath I take because I’m trying to keep my hands from reaching out and pulling her to my chest so I can taste what I have been craving. Her.
“Let’s go somewhere. Are you hungry?” I ask.
Her fingers play with the collar of my shirt, sliding to the opening where it meets my throat. Her blue eyes are like a burning fire with blue flames aimed right at me and I can’t figure out if it’s lust or if she is playing with me. My skin prickles with awareness and my cock strains in my jeans.
She leans closer and says softly. “Are you happy to see me, Mase?” She looks down and licks her lips. She lets out a breath of air from her lips when she sees how hard I am for her. Her sexy tongue slides out across her plump lips in the shade of an expensive lipstick. “Yeah, I’m hungry.”
My nostrils flare. She wants to play this game. I’ll play. “You’re brave now, huh? Don’t play a game you know I’ll win.”
She snorts. “There are no losers or winners in the games I play. Only players.”
My index finger and thumb grip her chin. “Then let’s play.”
She grips my cock through my black jeans, and it hardens like steel. I bite my lip, trying to keep myself from lifting her up and laying her on the bed, sliding my cock inside her wet heat.
“Be careful, preciosa. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
Her index finger swirls over the head of my cock under my jeans. If she keeps it up, I’m going to come inside my pants like I did when she wore a dress with no bra the summer of her thirteenth birthday. Her nipples were hard through the yellow linen dress she wore to dinner at my house. I nutted in my pants when I saw her velvety nipples harden when I sat directly in front of her. She didn’t even realize the effect she had on me when she smiled, showing her bright white teeth.
“Who says I’m starting anything?” she says in a sultry voice.
My eyes watch in fascination as she swirls her finger outlining my cock. “What are you doing?”
The side of her mouth lifts in a half smile. Her hair falls to the side, and I can smell the scent of her flowery shampoo. “Playing.”
“Who else are you playing with?”
“It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I’m playing with you right now.”
Jealousy takes over and my body stiffens when I think of her alone with another guy doing the same thing. She senses the change in my body language, knowing I don’t like the answer. She snickers and it only pisses me off.
I step back and her hand falls to her side. Her eyes lift and they are hard like steel. “Don’t get upset, Mase. There are no winners or losers. Only players.”