“Let’s go to bed,” he said and helped me up. He kissed my hand and held it all the way up to my room.
“Sweet dreams, beautiful,” he said when we got to the door of the guest bedroom and gave me a light kiss on my lips. I blinked, waiting for him to deepen the kiss, but instead he smiled at me and backed away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He walked up to his room, leaving me in a post Mason haze. He never did tell me what his fucking problem with me was.
The night was long, I didn’t sleep much despite how exhausted I was, and I was more confused than ever. I went from hating Mason to wanting to crawl into bed with him. I needed my head checked because something seemed to be malfunctioning in there.
After only three hours of sleep, I woke up way too early. But I wasn’t getting out of bed while Mason was still here. I tried to fall back asleep, but my mind wouldn’t shut off.
Why did he give me one of the best orgasms of my life and then just stop? Was I bad at getting orgasms? Did his equipment not work? Did he not want to have sex with me? And why are there no white and black M&Ms?
I would have had my mouth on him quicker than he could say blowjob. I wanted to wrap my lips around him and make him as much of a sated mess as I had been. What guy doesn’t want you to do that to him? The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. I was so stuck in my head that I didn’t immediately hear the door opening.
The creak of the floorboards finally made me aware that someone had just come inside. I played dead, ready to clock them if they tried to rob me. Or take me back to my mother. My eyes were still closed because I was too chickenshit to open them to see who it was.
Whoever it was didn’t seem in a hurry because they stood next to the bed, not moving for what felt like hours, but was probably only a few seconds. But if you’re petrified and your body is held so tightly you feel like you’re going to pop a blood vessel, those seconds can stretch into eternity.
I heard rustling, and then I smelled a familiar aftershave. My body instantly relaxed, already trained to trust the butt-wipe who just scared the shit out of me.
I felt warm lips on my forehead and a strand of my hair being brushed out of my face. Before I could pull myself together enough to let him know I was awake, he was gone again, closing the door soundlessly behind him.
I sat up so fast I nearly pulled a muscle in my back. What. The. Hell. Did that just happen? Did he feel bad about last night? Was that the first time he had come in here?Somebody give me some answers, or my head is going to explode.I needed intel. Right now.
I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand and texted Willa. No idea what time it was where she was now, but questions had to be answered.
Me: Wake up.
Me: Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
Me: Don’t tell me you put your phone on silent. You never put it on silent. It’s always on your nightstand. You better not have forgotten it somewhere in your sex daze last night.
I knew for a fact that she and Jameson were trying for the world record on the number of times they could have sex in a day. I would never have been able to stay in her apartment if they were home. I caught a glimpse of his bare ass once when I walked into the garage’s office after hours and still haven’t been able to think of anything else every time I see him. He was all muscle, just like his brother. And the image of his butt was definitely worth storing in my brain for later. Sorry Willa.
Willa: Different time zone, so lucky for you I wasn’t sleeping.
Willa: What’s up?
Me: What do you know about Mason?
Willa: Oh no, what happened this time?
I thought this conversation was best had on the phone, and instead of texting back I called her. She picked up before the first ring even finished.
“Estrella. Are you okay?”
“Hey, Wills, I’m fine, just need you to sort through the mess in my head.”
She chuckled. “Hit me.”
“Okay, so short version is that dear ole mom sent one of her goons to pick me up.”
“She did what?” Willa interrupted with a high-pitched shriek.
“I’m fine. She didn’t succeed. Or I wouldn’t be calling you. Mason and Landon showed up and kicked the guy’s ass. Well, Mason did, and Landon stopped Mason from going too far.” I took a deep breath and continued. “Anyway, that’s not why I am calling. So I’m staying with Mason again because he insisted, and then we kind of fooled around last night.”
Willa shrieked again. “You did what?”
“Oh my god, Willa, it was so good, I think I heard angels singing when I came.”
