Mason: Are you alone?
His question catches me off guard. Why is he asking if I’m alone?
Me: What kind of question is that?
Mason: Well, since you just came all over my cock the other night, I think it’s a valid question.
And there he is. I knew pleasantries wouldn’t last long.
Me: Don’t act like you didn’t like it.
Mason: I fucking loved it. That’s why I’m asking. Let’s try another one.
Mason: What are you wearing?
A shudder runs down my back, landing into the heat of my core, which is now, I’m embarrassed to say, pulsing for him solely based on his words. It irritates me that he has this much control over my body.
Me: Clothes.
Mason: Good. So, you are alone.
Me: You don’t know that. In fact, I’m not planning on being alone for very much longer.
I send that message proud of myself for playing the game his way.
Mason: Interesting. Our agreement is that we tell each other before we’re about to fuck someone else. Was that your plan?
Suddenly, I feel ashamed. I really don’t want to hook up with Jax. I’ve done it before and it was good, yes, but with Mason, it’sso much better. I give up. I don’t have the energy to go back and forth with him tonight.
Me: I’m going to bed. Good night.
I fidget with Jax’s key card for a minute before tossing it into the trash next to the bed. I plug my phone into the charger and then head to the shower.
While rinsing my hair, I hear my phone ring. Worried it could be my mom since she has Luca, I throw a towel around my body and hop out. I quickly pull my phone off the charger to see that Mason is FaceTiming me. I just got out of the shower, and I only have a towel on, but I want to see him.
He’s lying in bed with his head tilted up against the headboard. I can see he’s wearing a plain white undershirt, and his hair looks slightly damp. I sit down on the edge of one of the queen-sized beds, my hair is wet and shoved to the side, and the white towel is wrapped under my arms.
My emotions betray me, and a smile slips. “Mason.”
“Bailey.” He flashes me a grin. “Did you just get out of the shower?”
“I did. Did you?”
“Yes.” He licks his lips. “Were you going to fuck someone tonight?”
How would he even know that?
“No. I was just trying to bust your balls.” That’s only a half lie because I don’t think I had any real plans on using Jax’s key tonight. I’m not stupid. If I sleep with someone else, then he will too. And I’m not ready to give him or our arrangement up yet.
He rubs his chin. “Good. When do you get home?”
“Tomorrow afternoon,” I say, shifting slightly on the bed. “Why are you FaceTiming me?”
“I wanted to see you.”
My heart swells. Now I feel like shit for giving him a hard time earlier. “That’s really sweet. I’m surprised.”
“And I wanted to make sure you didn’t have anyone else in your room or you in their room for that matter.” He raises one arm, slipping it behind his head.
