I snort at the way he waggles his brows. “Just feed me.”
“You’ve got it, woman.”
After devouring our food, we sit on the couch with mugs of coffee and catch up on Lucifer. Mason rubs my feet as we settle into a comfortable silence, laughing at the TV and sneaking side glances. I rub the heel of my foot against his dick, knowing it won’t take much to get him hard. Though I’m a little sore from our marathon sex last night, I can’t get enough of him. Things feel so natural, so right with him, and I love spending these quiet Saturdays together with just the two of us.
As soon as the thought enters my mind, the front door bursts open, and Liam barrels into the living room wearing the same clothes he left in last night.
“Afternoon walk of shame?” I tease.
Liam wrinkles his nose, sniffing. “It smells like sex in here. Did you guys finally do it?” He narrows his eyes at us. “Wait. Did you do it in here?”
“Have you two ever had boundaries?” I ask Mason, smirking.
“Nope. Not for lack of trying, though.” He cackles, glancing at Liam.
“Yeah, you two totally did it,” he says, walking into the kitchen. “About damn time. But that means I’m going to need noise-canceling headphones. I bet Soph’s a screamer.” He laughs to himself, then walks back into the living room with three beers in his hands. “Am I right?”
“Might be time to have that boundaries chat again.” I pat Mason’s leg with a mischievous grin, grab one of the beers, then stand. “I’ll be in my room.” I round the couch, then flash him a wink before leaving the two of them alone.
It takes Mason less than five minutes to charge into my bedroom and lock the door behind him. I’m sitting propped up against my headboard with a book, my eyes scanning the sentences when I feel him between my thighs. I hold back a smirk, keeping my gaze glued on the pages in front of me. He slides his hands up my legs, under my shorts, and finds my sweet spot.
“What are you doing?” I ask without looking at him.
“Oh, nothing. You just keep reading your little book.”
“I’d hardly call it little,” I muse. “It’s a Pierce Brown novel.”
“Oh, right. Your loverboy. Well…don’t mind me then.” He pulls my panties to the side and pushes a finger in. My breath hitches, but I don’t move. I’m not reading a damn word on the page, but I’ll gladly play his teasing game.
“Don’t worry, I won’t. This book is just too damn good anyway.”
“Is that so?” He adds a second finger, thrusting harder and faster. “How about now?”
“I’m sorry, are you doing something?” I playfully yawn, flipping the page.
Mason rubs circles around my clit with his thumb, and my hips arch to greet him.
“I think you like that.” I hear the smile in his voice, but I’m not giving in yet.
“Not sure what you’re talking about.” I bite down on my lower lip to stop from moaning. Then the bastard increases his pace, calling my bluff.
“Your wet pussy knows exactly what I’m talking about. Fuck, it’s squeezing my fingers so goddamn tight.” Mason’s words have my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he takes my body closer to the edge.
“Fine, you win,” I say, tossing the book to the floor. “Don’t stop doing that.” My back nearly flies off the bed as he sinks deeper.
Mason yanks his hand away, and when my eyes pop open, I watch as he puts both fingers between his lips and sucks them. “Always so fucking sweet.” The corner of his mouth tilts into a mocking smirk.
“You enjoy messing with me, don’t you?”
“Oh, Sophie. Haven’t you learned by now?” He crawls over my body until we’re face to face. “You’ve been the one messing with me for years. You just didn’t know it. Watching you shake your hips, your tits bounce, you sucking on that lower lip. It was torture.”
“That’s what you get…for friend-zoning me,” I tease, fisting his shirt and pulling him closer. “We have a lot of making up to do.”
“Fuck yes,” he growls, stealing a kiss. “Let’s start now.”
It’s a miracle I can even walk by Monday morning. Pretty sure it looks like I’ve done a thousand squats and spent all day at the gym. I was exercising but not with workout equipment. Now that Mason and I have crossed the line from waiting to complete sex fiends, we can’t seem to get enough of each other. If we don’t end up in bed together, we’re making out in the shower, and it ends with one of us on our knees. It’s truly like nothing I’ve ever felt before, but now that I have it, I’m scared as hell it’s going to be taken away from me again.