I didn’t picture Mason for the controlling type, but he knows exactly how to work at something until he gets what he wants. Most of the time I doubt it’s even noticeable. It’s a quiet kind of dominance, just like the man himself.
I ache for him to increase his speed, to take me hard and fast, but that’s not Mason’s way. His methodical thrusts drive me crazy, and I buck into him, rubbing my body against his cock.
Shifting his arm, he lets his palm drag over my clit with every drive, bringing me to my peak. “Scream for me.” His quiet words are whispered into my ear just before his tongue flicks out and teases a spot behind my ear that I didn’t even know was an erogenous zone.
Letting go, I shatter into a million pieces, as he curls his fingers just right. Giving him what he wants, I scream for him, “Oh fuck, Mason!” My voice rasps even as I say his name.
My legs shake as the orgasm crashes through me. I collapse on the bed, his hips pressing against my ass. He groans, my sex squeezing around his fingers as aftershocks rock through me.
“Best wakeup call on the planet,” I mumble into my pillow, my arms turn to jello as I try to regain my strength. If he was going to kill me, now would be the time. I’m useless for anything but lying here beneath him. It’s been much too long since my body found release like that, especially at the hands of another.
Pulling from me, Mason sits up and groans.
“The sight of that ass.” His palm skims slowly over my hip and across my ass before coming back to his side. I catch him adjusting himself through his jeans and he bites his lip adorably, his eyes never leaving my backside.
“I always reciprocate.” My orgasm’s still tingling through my body but I still want more. I want him. Sitting up, I reach for him but he catches my wrist with fast reflexes.
“As much as I’d like that…” His eyes burn into mine. “…we were expected at the house about fifteen minutes ago.”
“I doubt they’ll miss our presence that much.” I arch an eyebrow. What a gentleman, giving me some while denying himself. I’m not used to it. It’s… different. Sweet almost?
His eyes flash. “I’ll take a raincheck.” Scooting closer to me, he rubs a thumb down my bottom lip, watching his own small movement like a hawk. Without another word, he disengages and stands, and then it’s my turn to watch. Slipping his fingers into his mouth, he sucks my essence off of his hand while I stare, open-mouthed.
“So sweet.” He lets his eyes roam over my figure one last time before disappearing from the room on quiet steps. “Ten minutes, Alexa.” Then silence.
Rolling my eyes, I flop back down onto the bed. These guys are going to be the death of me.
Fifteen
A Trial Phase
I spendmost of the day in my head. Relaxed. Pleasant even. It’s just such a nice day. My newfound happiness seems to set my asshole teammates on edge.
When my thoughts return to me, I realize Rory and Tylin are both glaring at me from over their lunch. Sub sandwiches are poised in their hands, not one bite is taken as they glare daggers at my simple aloofness.
Maybe I’m not the only one who needs to get laid around here.
“You’re acting weird.” Tylin finally takes a large bite of the soft bread. Suspicion is in his narrowed eyes.
Can they not just eat their fucking food like normal men without thinking I called ahead to the deli to request their finest poisons as a condiment?
“I’m not being weird.”
Tylin side eyes Mouse for all of three seconds. Mase passes me an innocent look. I sit perched on the counter once again, far away from their little close-knit group. I didn’t order their yummy lunch. I’m barely included in their discussions. And now I’m suspicious just because I had a damn orgasm today.
Tylin’s brows lower as he looks to Mouse once again.
“She’s not being weird,” Mase says casually before taking his own bite.
Aww, someone revive my little black heart, that man just stood up for me.
And unlike Jameson, he didn’t ask for repayment. Yes, Mason is a god among men. These guys could learn some manners from this sweet man.
“She’s probably just on her period. You know how girls are.” Mason shrugs. His extraordinary explanation has all four of them nodding their little pea brains in unison.
My lips part as my brows lower over my fuming gaze.
What a fucking asshole.
