Elliot said the same thing, which is frustrating. Call it women’s intuition, but there’s definitely something there.
Mason sits square in his seat, stretching out his legs. “She just isn’t.”
“Well, I can see it with them. I’m calling it.”
He sits up in his seat and pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. “Let’s make this interesting.” I look around at our friends, but none of them are watching us. “How long?”
“How long what?” All I can think about is how long his cock is right now, pushed up against me.
“Get your head out the gutter. Lucy and Elliot.” He rearranges me on his lap, lining himself up perfectly. It’s just the right amount of friction.
“Mase,” I warn.
“How. Long?” He draws out the words as if he knows what they’re doing to me.
“I don’t know.” I try to form a coherent thought. Luce told me she isn’t interested. It’s just a feeling I get with those two. “A year?”
“A year? Shit, I’ve got this in the bag.” He grins. “So, if in one year nothing has happened between them…” He eyes me warily, unsure. “You have to marry me.”
“What?” I go statue-still. “Have you lost your mind?”
“Completely.” He leans in, kissing my neck.
“No.”
“No?” He pulls away, putting distance between us.
“Absolutely not. Christ, I don’t even think I want to get married, let alone within the next decade.”
His eyes flick around my face, and then he swallows, his hands lingering on my thighs.
“Fuck,” he sniggers. “I should set you up with fucking Montgomery.” He lifts me and places me back in my seat, then turns to look out the window.
Is he sulking?
“Mase? Sorry, that came out wrong.”
“It’s fine. Forget I said anything.”
“You’re mad at me.”
He looks back at me, his eyes softening some before his arm lifts for me to slip under. “No, not at you. Forget I said anything, okay?”
I slide into him, wrapping my arms around his waist. If he isn’t mad at me, then who?
We landed an hour ago, and if I wasn’t sure before, I’m certain of it now.
Mason is sulking.
We pull up to the villa, and the girls bounce in the seat next to me in excitement. I should feel the same, and I do, but I’m also trying to figure out what to say to Mason to make him understand my reasons. Marriage isn’t something I’ve allowed myself to think about before now. It came out of the blue, and I can’t help my gut reaction. I mean, he sold my studio a little over a month ago. At this point in our relationship, marriage doesn’t feel like the goal.
Trust. That’smygoal.
The girls rush through the door and start squealing in excitement. I squint, shielding the sun from my eyes as I smile up at Mason. He has his arm thrown over my shoulder, and I push up onto my toes to give him a dusting kiss.
“Thank you,” I tell him.
I leave him with the boys and follow the girls into the house.
