“Are you serious?” Serena asked in disbelief. “I thought you said he always ate you out.”
“He does, but that doesn’t mean he’s good at it.” I rubbed a hand over my face. “I have to fake an orgasm just to get him to stop because it’s so bad.”
Mason wasn’t completely terrible. Sometimes, he would hit a spot on my clit, and I’d moan.
“You could always break up with him and find yourself a new man who’d do you right. What about Victor’s older brother?” Melissa winked at me. “He’s hot.” She fanned herself. “I’ve thought about him way too many times.”
I shook my head in her direction. I didn’t need her trying to set me up with anyone. I needed Mason. He had been with me through all the heartbreak, through Mom’s accident, when Dad had left. All of it.
Someone knocked on Melissa’s door.
“Yeah?”
The door opened, and Mr. Bryne stuck his head into the room, giving her a pointed look. “It’s almost three in the morning.”
He glanced at me, and I tore my attention away from him and stared at the ceiling.
Don’t think about earlier, Mia. Don’t get yourself into more trouble. You have Mason.
What had happened earlier couldn’t happen again. Ever again.
“Sorry, Dad. We’ll be quiet,” Melissa said.
After he left the room, they turned back to me.
“So, should I call Victor’s brother and talk to him for you? Or do you want me to give you his number and you can do it yourself?”
I bit my lip, making it seem like I was contemplating. “I’ll pass for now, but I’ll keep that in mind,” I said. I wasn’t going to keep that in mind, but I knew if I hadn’t told her that, she’d have kept bothering me about it.
“Oh, okay,” she said.
They turned back to each other and started back up with the constantmy boyfriend is better; no, mine; no, minebattle they were having.
“I’m going to go get something to drink. Do you want me to get you anything?” I asked.
They shook their heads at me and continued to talk about their boyfriends.
“Mine’s better.”
“No, mine’s better.”
“Well, mine does—"
I walked out of Melissa’s room and down the hall toward the kitchen. Mr. Bryne was sitting at the table, holding a drink in his hand. I innocently smiled at him and walked over to the cupboard.
I’d said I wasn’t going to do anything with him tonight, and I wasn’t going to. I just needed some water. That was all.
I stood on my toes to reach for a glass on the top shelf. My shorts rode up my legs as I stretched out. My fingers barely grazed against it. I sighed and reached for it again.
Mr. Bryne placed his hand on my lower back, and I jumped.
“I’ll get it for you,” he said.
Goose bumps darted across my skin at his touch as I remembered the way he’d touched me earlier. His hardness grazed up against my backside as he reached for the cup.
I closed my eyes and clenched. He pushed himself against me and finally grabbed the cup. When he placed it on the counter in front of me, he brushed his fingers against mine.
“Thanks,” I breathed out.
