Fallen Crest Public(142)

“We need to do something. Graduation’s in a week.” Logan threw an arm around his brother and pulled his head down. He tussled his hair before Mason shoved him off. “We got two more months with this guy. We need to make memories, and that means we gotta do some damage.” He let out a loud whoop. “Let’s go, Mase. I’m in the mood to get in trouble tonight.”
He pressed a quick kiss to my forehead. “If we don’t come home tonight, check the jail first, Sam.”
As he disappeared around the corner, I asked Mason, “Is he serious? You’re going to get arrested tonight?”
“Nah,” he paused, “I don’t think so.”
“Come on, Mase!”
He grimaced. “Maybe.”
“Mason.”
He shrugged before giving me another kiss on the lips, then he whispered against them, “We’ll be fine. We always are.”
He started to pull away, but I grabbed him one more time. He caught the need in my eyes and took over. I was lifted in the air and pushed against the wall. He pressed into me, and it was a long time before he pulled away. When he did, both of us were panting. The rest of the night was going to be uncomfortable. I knew I’d be walking with this ache between my legs, and it wouldn’t go away until he got home. He flashed me a rueful grin and smoothed a tender hand down the side of my face. As he tucked some hair strands behind my ear, he asked, “Are you okay?”
“I’m hot and bothered.”
“No,” he chuckled, but stepped close again. His hips pressed against mine, and I felt his own need as he ground it into me. “I meant if you’re okay after seeing Brett Broudou again?”
“Oh.” Some of the desire lessened, but he moved into me in a rhythmic motion, and it came back again. I struggled to think over what he was doing to me. “Uh … yeah. I guess.” My head went against the wall, and I gasped as he moved even closer. “Are you okay?”
“I will be,” he murmured under his breath. His gaze was on my lips. “I will be.” Then his hand went to my pants, and I felt him grab for my zipper.
“No.” I caught his hand. Shit. Then I shoved him back. Logan had been right. Since I was given a clean bill of health, we’d been insatiable. Another second longer, he would’ve slipped inside of me, and I would’ve let him. “Tonight.”
He nodded and stepped closer once more.
“Mason,” I warned softly.
A grin appeared as he kept his hips away, but rested his forehead on mine.
I sighed a breath of relief mixed with bitter longing. He was leaving. I knew that was the reason for this need that had become so overwhelming, and I didn’t want to control it anymore. He was leaving. I couldn’t get enough of him until he left for college. Logan had been right. Two more months was all we had with Mason.
I closed my eyes as my hands went to his jeans. My fingers caught a loop on the waistband, and I struggled. I wanted to pull him back to me. I wanted to forget where we were and forget where we were going. I wanted all of it to go away, but I couldn’t.
“MASON.”
He chuckled softly against my skin and pressed another kiss there.
How many had there been? I needed so many more.
Then he stepped back. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“Do not get arrested.”
He flashed me a grin. “I won’t. Promise.”
Then he was gone, and I was left to collapse and pick up the pieces. I had a feeling this was my future. I’d be picking up the pieces every time he left. Tonight. We had tonight, and we had over sixty more of them before he left early for football practice.
It’d be fine. I’d make sure it’d be fine.
When I was able to go back, I stopped again as I went around the corner.