Mason (Fallen Crest High 0.5)(25)

“That’s your reputation. You’re an ass**le, right?”

I winced, but she had a point. “When was I an ass to you?”

She scowled at me. “You know.”

“That was for your own good.”

She rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Please.”

“It was.”

“Right. Because I’m in danger, right? You have a reputation for being an ass, but not for screwing with someone’s mind and feelings. You’re known for saying it how it is.”

“I am.”

She shook her head and began to turn away. “You’re just screwing with me. You’re like those other guys.”

She started to walk away, but I caught up with her and grabbed her arm. “What other guys?”

Jerking her arm away, anger flashed across her face. “Back off, buddy. All those other girls may fall all over you, but that doesn’t mean you can touch just anybody.” Rubbing where I had grasped her arm, she scowled at me. “I’m not one of those girls. I don’t care about you. Not at all.”

A firm look came over her. I tried to hold back a grin. She looked like a pissed off Chihuahua.

“You think this is funny?”

“Sorry.” My grin vanished. “Look, I had to be mean. Kate was noticing you.”

“Noticing me? She used to pick on me, but that stopped.”

“She did?”

“Yeah, from the first time we worked together on a project…” Her voice trailed off when she saw my reaction. “What?”

“It was because of me?”

She nodded. A stark note appeared in her gaze. “Yeah. It’s been on and off all year. Tate too—”

“What?”

“Yeah.” She was becoming scared again. “Don’t tell them I said anything. Don’t say anything to them at all. It’ll get worse. I know it. I—” She cursed.

My eyebrows shot up when I heard words from my daily vocabulary.

When she saw the surprise, she rolled her eyes. “Right. Like you’re the only one with a potty-mouth. I don’t think so.”

A chuckle slipped out. At the sound of it, she froze again and her head jerked back down. Then she was muttering, “I should get going. I shouldn’t be here. You’re right. I’m sorry.”

She was about to slip away, when I blocked her. “Hey.” I frowned.

“Stop, Mason.” Agony was in her voice now. The sound of it had me wincing. Dropping to a whisper, she added, “You’re right. You were right to be mean. I didn’t think about that. I thought they had stopped, but if you say that she noticed,” she stopped. “I can’t handle that again.”

How bad had it been?

“I have to go.” Then she rushed off. I was left in the hallway, wondering what had really happened just now.

11

PSYCHO AND THE BROUDOUS

The girl beneath me groaned as I continued thrusting in her. Her hands fell to my hip and her eyes were closed. Her head was tipped back, exposing her neck to me and she moaned again. I thrust deeper, closing my own eyes, as I felt it coming. The build-up was the best. I was almost there and I went deeper, harder, then it was there. It was so close. Fuck. I thrust one last time, going as deep as I could, her legs lifted up from the force. They wound around my waist. Her hips rose from the bed, but then I felt her own climax shooting through her. Her walls were trembling and she collapsed. I collapsed with her, feeling my own climax ripping through me.

Her legs were still wound around me. They slipped from my waist and rested against the backs of my legs. Her hands were still clamped onto me, but as I pulled out, she let go. She opened her eyes and raked a hand through her hair. She gave me a smile and murmured, “Fuck. That was good.”

I nodded. “Sex is usually good.”

She chuckled and sat up when I went into the bathroom. As she watched me wash myself off, she said, “Sex isn’t always good with everyone.” A seductive glimmer appeared in her eyes and she smiled at me, trying to draw me in. “But it is with you.”

I snorted, coming back into the room. “Jenny, you’re good at sex. You know it. Own it.”

A genuine laugh came from her and she scooted to the edge of the bed. I sat on the corner, but she wrapped her legs around me and wound her arms around my waist, propping her head on my shoulder. Then she nipped my skin, brushing her tongue there in a swirl, one meant to be a caress. She murmured, “I’m not a whore, Mason, but I’m not inexperienced and trust me,” her legs wound tighter and she rubbed against me. Her eyes closed and a small whimper left her lips. “You’re very, very, very good in bed. I can see why Kate’s so nuts about you.”

I had been tempted to turn her around and slide back into her, but that feeling stopped cold at those words. She felt me stiffen and lifted her head from my shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I tapped her foot. “Release.”

She did and when I started to dress, she frowned at me. She lifted her hands, trying to smooth down her red hair, but wariness filtered in her dark eyes. She stuck her lip out, trying to figure me out. But I kept my face blank. Pulling my jeans on, I left them unzipped and grabbed my shirt. Slipping my feet into my shoes, I headed for the door still holding my shirt. I lifted it in a salute to her. “Thanks for the fun time.”