I turned away and stared at the guys in the pool. How were cliché girls really real? I’d thought they were just in the damn books and movies, but this chick … God, this chick …
I wanted to wrap my hands around her throat and squ—
Mason sat up from the pool chair, put his glasses down on the bench next to me, and smiled. For the first time today, he ruffled my hair—showing the first sign of affection—and placed his lips on my forehead, kissing me. “You want me to put some lotion on you?” he asked. “You’re burning.”
I gazed at him, taken aback, but then I scooted to the edge of the pool chair and handed him the sunscreen. I wasn’t going to say no. I didn’t need to say no. I had nothing to prove. Mason grabbed it from me and squirted some onto his hand, sitting behind me to rub it on my back. His fingers got dangerously close to the strings of my bikini, slipping under the material.
For a moment, I relaxed under his fingers …
See, Mason can be a sweetheart when he want—
“All the guys are looking at you,” he said in that jealous tone he always had.
When we’d first started dating, I’d thought that his possessiveness was sexy, but his possessiveness turned him into a monster. A guy would look at me, and this man thoughtIwanted to fuckhim.
“It’s nothing, Mason. Don’t even worry about them.”
He continued putting the sunscreen on my back, and I stayed tense the whole time, knowing that the only reason he was doing it was to let everyone else know that I was his and not anyone else’s.
He wasn’t doing it because I was burning. He wasn’t doing it because he cared. He was doing it for himself.
When he finished, I turned onto my stomach and buried my face into the cushions of the pool chair. All I wanted was someone who put as much effort into me as I put into them, someone who put me first, who treated me with respect, who wanted to pleaseme.
“You think if I flirted hard enough, he’d want to fuck me?” the sorority girl said, walking by me and swaying her hips from side to side.
I closed my eyes.No, bitch, he wouldn’t.
I climbedout of the pool through the ladder as water rolled down my breasts. We had been out in the sun for nearly three hours, and all Mr. Bryne had been doing was tanning. At one point, he had taken a dip in the water, and I swore all our friends and the sorority girls had drooled over him.
I supposed that some would even try to flirt with him later, but I didn’t care. Nope. Not one bit because I was here with Mason, mylovelyboyfriend.
I dried myself off with a beach towel and tossed it next to Mason, who was on his phone. He had barely given me the time of day today, and he had jumped in Mr. Bryne’s pool once to play with some of the guys that Melissa had over.
Mr. Bryne was on the other side of the pool, lying on his back, beads of sweat rolling down his abdomen. I looked over at him for a moment, wondering if he was staring at me through his dark sunglasses, then looked back to Melissa.
“I’m going to get something to drink,” I said. “I’ll be back.”
Wine. I needed more wine. I needed it to think clearly because all I could think about washim, even when my boyfriend was right next to me. I snuck Mr. Bryne one more quick glance and walked into the house through the back door.
My pussy was warm, and I had the urge to take Mason to the bathroom in an attempt to feel kind of good. It wouldn’t be as good as Mr. Bryne, but nothing would ever be that good.
In the upstairs kitchen by myself, I popped the cork on a bottle of white wine and poured myself a glass.
Mr. Bryne walked into the kitchen, grabbed a glass from inside one of the cupboards next to me, and took the bottle from my hand. “Didn’t expect to see Mason here today, Mia.” He put the cork back into the bottle and grabbed his glass, his fingers paling.
“I didn’t expect to see you, Mr. Bryne.”
He tilted his head, his sharp, piercing eyes cutting right through me. “Yes, you did.” He curled one finger under my bikini string and tugged. “That’s why you wore this tiny little bikini today.”
When he released the string, it hit my chest, and my tits bounced with it. He eyed them for a long moment.
“Is that why you followed me upstairs?” I asked, arching a brow and walking toward the living room. The living room had a large glass door that led out to a stair-less deck that overlooked the pool. From here, I could see everyone—from Mason to Melissa to all the other guys she had invited over to have a good time with after she broke up with her boyfriend.
“Oh, Mia.” He shook his head and stared out the window next to me. “That’s why you came up here, isn’t it?” He placed his full lips on his glass, and all I could remember were those same lips on my clit, eating me until my legs were trembling around him. “You wanted me to follow you up here because Mason is utterly useless when it comes to pleasing you.”
“He’s not useless,” I said, looking away.
Mason was lying out by the pool, still texting on his phone, completely oblivious to me being gone. Okay, he was useless.
