Fallen Crest High(149)

Thirty minutes later, after Mason arched over me for his last thrust, my body collapsed onto the bed and I waited as the waves rode over me. He groaned and fell onto me. I welcomed his weight. He entrapped me, but I felt sheltered.

Safe. My legs felt heavy with exhaustion and slid down the length of his to fall onto the bed.

It wasn't long after that when he propped himself on an elbow beside me. My throat was still thick with desire and I gazed at him. My fingers twitched to touch the side of his face, to feel how soft his eyelashes were, the slight stubble on his chin, the dip in his shoulders where his muscles attached together…I wanted to touch all of him again.

I struggled to clear my throat and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it always like this?"

He shook his head in a slow motion. "No. It's not." His eyes darkened again and he bent down to me.

I tipped my head back and met his lips with mine. It was a soft kiss, but it didn't deepen into more because a soft beep sounded before the door swung open. Mason cursed and jumped to block me from whoever entered.

"You better put some clothes on because if you think that sheet's going to keep me from having a word with your new girlfriend, then you're not the son I thought you were."

Mason cringed. "Mother, leave."

"I want to talk to her—"

He spoke over her, "We will come upstairs to have this conversation."

She laughed and the sound gave me chills. There was an intelligent shrewd tone in her voice, but the anger sat me up in attention. "With Logan to interject with his snide comments, I think not. This conversation will happen without your brother's snarky attitude. You think I'm a fool so the three of you can team up against me? I'm no fool, Mason James. Logan likes your litty bitty.

He's told me that he supports the two of you." She drew in an angry breath.

"I'm not having it."

"Fine, mom." Mason had been holding a sheet in front of him and let it drop.

"We'll have it out like this."

"Put something on," she hissed. "I'm not some high school cheerleader you can intimidate or make me squirm by showing your penis. I've seen it before. I was the one who changed your diapers."

He bit out a laugh and sat down instead. He gathered the sheet around his lap again, but kept his back to me.

"Oh for the love of your grandfather, she's going to have to face me at some point. Get some clothes, Mason. I've been waiting all week to meet Analise's daughter. It might as well be now," her tone gentled.

Mason's shoulders stiffened. "It's not going to happen like this, mom. Go upstairs. We'll be up in a few minutes."

There was a silence that filled the air with more tension.

Then she sighed. "You're not going to budge, are you?"

"And you're not going to come over and move me."

"You're as stubborn as me." She bit out a laugh that resembled Mason's. "I don't know if I should curse your genetics or mine. Fine. Be upstairs in five minutes, not a minute late or I'm coming back down."

When the door shut, he looked back and grimaced. "She's been after us all week to call you. She's the real reason we didn't call."

I drew my knees against my chest and hugged them tight. "Why does she want to meet me so much?"

"Now it's because of this, but it was about revenge against your mom before."

"Revenge?"

He ran a hand over his face and looked exhausted. His shoulders slumped and he let out a deep sigh. "My mom's not dumb. She's known about Analise since she was poking around dad. And knowing that the guy she's been seeing is your biological dad, I'm not too surprised. My mom can be calculating, Sam."