Katie eventually left in an Uber when I told her that the rest of the boys would get home later that day. I think she knew that Mason was already at the house, but I had done my best not to let her know that he was there. The less she thought about people downstairs, the better.
As we left, I gave her a kiss on the lips. On the one hand, if I let myself fall into it, it was absolutely what I fucking wanted. Her lips tasted so damn good, and just pushing my body against her got me rock hard even though I’d gotten off twice already. No one could make me that aroused that easily.
But on the other hand…
What the fuck was I setting myself up for?
The other shoe always fell at some point. And boy, when that shoe fucking fell, it fucking hurt. It wasn’t a soft drop.
At some point, Katie, like all of the hot girls that had gotten close to me, would find a reason to get rid of me. In the past, it was because I was too chunky, too much of a bitch, not enough of a man. Now, amusingly enough, it was because I was too much of a man. Too many tattoos. Too rough. Too rugged for a relationship and love.
Of course, maybe I was just projecting too much. But that was unlikely. I could usually call it like I saw it.
I walked back inside to see Mason at the fridge, walking around in sweatpants. He had a beer in his hand and a grin on his face.
“So,” he said. “Was the fucking good?”
“Good enough,” I said.
Mason chuckled.
“I know you, Connor,” he said. “From most people, ‘good enough’ is an insult. But you’re trying to hide how that bitch makes you feel.”
I rolled my eyes and pushed him to the side so I could grab my own drink.
“You know I don’t do love,” I said. “I’ll leave that shit for the guys who have their shit together. Let Brock and Steele have it.”
“You say that, and yet my sister is with the guy who had his shit the least together for the longest time.”
I shrugged a single shoulder. Hard to argue with that.
“Which reminds me, by the way,” Mason said at the same time that the sound of motorcycles filled the air, “he and Professor Smartass are coming here now.”
“Cool,” I said, not really thinking anything of it. Garrett, after all, had lived here before he moved in with Hannah. It wasn’t like someone had moved away to Montana and was surprising us with a visit.
We walked outside to see Garrett and Zack pulling up and parking their bikes.
“You learn to drive like a grandma from Hannah?” Zack said.
“Shut it, Professor Smartass!” Garrett said. “Just because I got a kid doesn’t mean I’m a pussy now!”
“But it does mean you drive like one.”
“Oh fuck off, forgive me for not endangering this man’s nephew,” Garrett said, nodding to Mason. “Gents. Who is ready for a shot?”
“Me.”
Mason looked at me in surprise. I never said no to shots, but I also rarely encouraged them.
“Damn, the Enforcer needs some reinforcements, huh?” Garrett said, laughing at his own joke. “Come on, I got some whiskey. Let’s go inside.”
I ignored Mason’s continued look as we walked in. Garret reached into the cabinet with all of the shot glasses, laid out four, and poured four whiskey shots.
“So, what shall we cheers to?” Garrett said.
“Connor’s new lover,” Mason said.
I swore, I was going to kill that asshole.
