She’s trying to get back at me for getting that girl’s number in class earlier. Not giving a shit about messing up her books and notebook on her bed. She gasps when I pounce on her and pin her on the bed.
“Mase.”
My hard cock rubs against the apex of her thighs and she lets out a moan. I know she is fucking someone else, and it has me seeing red.
“Was he better than me, Lucy?”
I grind my cock against her and her nipples harden under her white tank top. My fingers pinch each nipple and her back arches while her legs widen, allowing my hands to lower to grip her exposed thighs.
Her neck arches and I lower my lips and kiss her neck. “Was he?” I rasp against her skin. “Tell me. Was his dick bigger than mine?”
“Fuck. Mase.” She writhes under me with each movement as my cock grinds into her, causing friction.
“You know I want you,princessa.You don’t have to play games with me.” My intention was to take her out and not come into her room to seduce her. My goal is to rekindle our relationship. Whoever the guy she is seeing is, I want her to forget he exists. I’m not going to lie. I’m jealous as fuck and want to find out who the guy is and get rid of him for touching what is mine. Literally.
My lips graze the edge of her jaw as I speak softly, inhaling her flowery scent. “I didn’t come here to take advantage of you. I came here because I want to be close to you. Remember when we would go everywhere together?”
She stops writhing under me and her lips roll together. “Everything has changed between us, Mason. You hurt me and you made it clear you didn’t want me in the way I wanted you.”
She said “wanted” as in the past tense. This is my chance to lay my cards out right now. It is now or never. My chin dips and I pepper small kisses on her neck, hoping this is not the last time I get to have her under me like this. Her hands are on my chest, and I push up and hover over her, holding myself up on my elbows.
“I know what you saw that day in the pool house looked like I was doing something I wasn’t.” She stiffens and her eyes get glassy. “I didn’t have sex with Gloria that day. She tried to suck me off, taking advantage of the fact that I was drunk and high, but I couldn’t touch her. I haven’t had sex with any girl from school since you, Lucy. You are always in my thoughts, and I could never get over you. I have done so many things wrong when it comes to you, but I want to be with you, Lucy.”
Chapter Thirteen
Lucy
Listening to the words pouring out of him causes me to feel hope, pain, loss and all the fucked-up things that could go wrong between two people that have known each other their entire lives. My heart sings but then the fact that I have slept with Alex changes things. It’s not because I have feelings for Alex, because I don’t. He was there for me when I needed him because the man I needed didn’t want me. When Mase finds out about Alex and the miscarriage, he will see me differently.
Will he still want me?
Will he feel the same way?
Closing my eyes, I go with my gut instinct. The instinct that tells me that no matter what, Mase will always be part of my life if I’m with him or not. One thing I’m sure about is that I have to be civil and still be there for him as a friend and someone he can count on. If I ever need Mase for anything related to our family’s alliance, he will always be there for me.
“Mase?”
“Yeah, baby.”
My eyes search his and all I see there is longing mixed with lust. “I want us to start being friends again. It’s what I can offer right now.” He looks down where his hard cock is pinning the crotch of my jean shorts to my pussy.
He gives me a mischievous look. “I’ll give you that… for now. Let’s go.”
He moves off me and stands with his black jeans hanging low, his golden skin peeking out when his shirt rides up showing taut skin over muscle. My eyes roam over his biceps, appreciating the perfection that is Mason. He has put on more muscle since I last saw him up close. When he had been around the guys, I didn’t want to make it obvious that I was ogling him, so I would avoid checking him out. But now, now I can take in my fill and damn if Mason isn’t hot. The man is sex on legs. His dark straight hair is long on the top and short on the sides, his chiseled jaw could cut you in half. When his eyes look at me with molten lust like the way he is looking at me right now, almost makes me want to strip naked and worship his cock like he was a god and not the man who broke my heart. Almost.
“Let me get my shoes.”
His brow quirks when he looks at my too-short jean shorts frayed with holes revealing the pockets on my upper thighs. He points his finger up and down at the clothes I’m wearing.
“And some clothes.”
“Excuse me?”
“You are not going anywhere dressed like that. Not if you don’t want me to commit murder, and believe me, for you, I’ll cut a man’s eyes out just for looking at what doesn’t belong to him.”
“I don’t belong to you,” I spit.
He chuckles. “Keep telling yourself that.” He leans down to where I’m sitting on the bed and lowers his voice, his eyes darkening dangerously like two black orbs. “You will always belong to me. Always. Now change.”