LANA: Where are you?
MASON: Home, why?
LANA: Good. Stay there. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.
MASON: What do you mean you’ll be here in 10 minutes?
LANA: Stay there.
I flythrough the back roads of Blackstone Falls, driving much faster than I should, but I can’t help it. I need to get there now. I need to see him. I need to feel him inside me. I’ve been able to bribe Beck into watching his sister for an hour or two in exchange for pizza I plan on picking up on the way home.
You can feed that boy anything and he’s right as rain.
Thank God for that.
I park in the driveway and wrench my keys from the ignition, throwing them into my bag as I jump out of the car and hustle up the front porch steps. Mason opens the door before I can even knock. He’s grinning like a fool, and I would be too if I wasn’t so focused on getting him naked.
“Nice to see you, Dream Girl,” he drawls as I place my hand on his chest and push him back inside.
“We can talk later,” I say, not bothering with niceties.
Bodhi sits at the table, his fork halfway to his mouth as he stares at us. I haven’t spent a whole lot of time with him and I know that has to change, but that’s a problem for later.
“Hey Bodhi.”
“Lana,” he says, his lips curving up just the slightest bit.
“I need you to get lost for like fifteen minutes,” I tell him as Mason tries to object—most likely about the specified time—but Bodhi just pushes his chair back and nods.
“Just fifteen?”
“That’s all I need,” I confirm.
Bodhi turns a wry grin on his brother. “I thought I taught you better than that.”
“Hey, I always give a lady what she wants,” he says defensively, not bothering to hide his pout.
I nod. “Can confirm and right now I want fifteen minutes,” I say, practically shoving my boyfriend toward his bedroom.
I hear the front door close, and assume we’ll find Bodhi sitting in one of the rocking chairs on the porch when we’re done.
It’s something we’ll probably laugh about later, but right now I need my man naked.
And it can’t wait.
“Take your clothes off,” I tell him as soon as we’re alone, his bed mere feet from where we’re standing, and I have no idea if we’ll make it there.
“What’s gotten into you?” he asks, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head, his abs rippling with the movement.
“It’s unreal how sexy you are,” I murmur, the words full of praise as I drop to my knees in front of him, attacking his belt as he watches me.
“Lana,” his groan turns into curse as I lick him from root to tip, the second I pull him from his boxers.
I devour him, sucking and stroking and not caring that I’m making a mess as I take him far enough to make me gag over and over. It feels a little unhinged and Ilike it.
I like the way he’s staring at me, the way his jaw is clenched and his hand is fisted in my hair.
I like it a lot.
