Fallen Crest Alternative Version (Fallen Crest High #2.1)(6)

Most had stayed away before because Mason wanted it that way. He picked, they didn’t, but they no longer cared about that. They continued to not care the longer we were together.

“Sam?”

“Mmm?” I was ripped from my thoughts and saw Becky peering at me with an odd expression on her face.

“You want to start the movie?”

“Oh, yeah. Sure.” I quickly pressed play and curled underneath my blanket when the opening credits rolled across the screen. It wasn’t long before I felt my eyelids starting to close. They were so heavy. The blanket was so warm. The theatre was dark and…

When I started to wake up, I was aware of two voices over my head.

“…like this since we started the movie.”

A deeper voice commented, “I’ll take care of her. You can go.”

“I want to stay.”

The male voice snapped, “Fucking go.”

My eyes were so heavy, but I opened them to squint up. “Mason?”

He bent down and slid his arms under me. I felt myself being lifted in the air and he cradled me against his chest. “Hey, babe. Go to sleep.”

“Sam? Can I stay?”

I groaned and burrowed closer to him. I didn’t want to deal with anyone. My whole body was heavy and warm and my eyelids started to droop again. Something nagged me at the back of my mind. I was supposed to do something—and then I felt a kiss on my forehead. Mason whispered, “Go to sleep.”

And I did.

CHAPTER THREE

The alarm woke me up and I was surprised to find Mason next to me. One of his arms was underneath me while one of my legs had been thrown over his. It was warm under the comforter he’d pulled over us. I started to snuggle closer to him when the alarm went off again.

“Fucking hell,” he grumbled and rolled over.

“What time is it?” My voice was heavy with sleep.

“Fucking early. I have practice at six.” But his arms tightened around me and he rolled to his back. I was pulled on top of him and I stretched like a cat. I was tempted to purr, and when his hand started to rub on my bottom, I was really tempted to purr. He chuckled and bent close to place a kiss underneath my jaw. “What the hell are you doing hanging out with that girl again?”

His hand swept back and forth, but I rested my head on his chest. “I like her. Be nice.”

I could feel him roll his eyes. “Whatever. She’s crazy.”

As his hand skimmed down my leg and back up, he turned me over again and pressed a leg between mine as he hovered over me. I opened my eyes and found his on my br**sts. They lingered there, and when his hand touched one of my ni**les, I curled a hand around his neck and pulled him down. Then I whispered against his neck, “Why am I naked?”

He grinned and nipped my lips. “Because that’s how I like to sleep with you.”

“Really?” I gave him a hard look when he pulled back. It’d been an old argument with us now. I liked pajamas and he liked nothing. I won most of the time, but this hadn’t been one of those times. I hadn’t really had a chance.

“You were asking me to take your clothes off too.” He edged back but still held himself above me with his arms on both sides of me.

I snorted in disbelief.

“You were. You were moaning and trying to grab me. You kept asking me to take off your clothes. I was uncomfortable at first, but then I figured if that’s what you wanted…” His eyes were lit with amusement as he waited for my reaction.

He wanted me to argue, but instead I wrapped my legs around his and lifted myself up. I felt him between my legs and started to rub back and forth. It wasn’t long before he hardened and moaned into my ear. He curled a hand under my back and lifted me higher on the bed. As we scooted up, we pressed down on the bed and he moved against me. His lips feathered kisses along my shoulder, up my chin, and down my cheeks. He lingered above my lips before I arched against him and pressed my mouth to his. Lust swirled around and a primal need pumped through me. I was blind for him and gasped as his lips left my lips to travel down. They lingered over my br**sts and my hips jumped off the bed as his tongue circled a nipple.

Then his alarm went off again. Its insistent beep, beep, beep slowly penetrated the haze that had descended over us. He pulled away to turn it off, and I immediately reached for him and drew him back. Mason pressed a hard kiss to me and swept me underneath again to slide inside.

I gasped as he filled me. Then he started to move.

My eyes closed, and I surrendered everything to him.

“Fuck,” he cursed when we had finished. “I’m late for practice.”

My voice was still thick as I laughed. When he started to roll out of the bed, my fingers trailed across his back. “And Logan will know why.”

He snorted as he fumbled towards the bathroom. I heard more curses before the shower was turned on and grinned when I pushed myself up on the bed. It wasn’t long before he came back in with a towel over his head and another being rubbed over his chest.

“I hate this room. I don’t know where anything is.” The bed sunk under his weight when he sat and started to dress.

I groaned. “I have school.”

“You could always come to my school?” The corner of his mouth curved up.

“Oh, right. Because Kate and the others are going to be so welcoming.” A hard laugh ripped from me. “Those girls hate me.”