Page 43 of Rival for Rent

“I never fucking said that,” I shot back, sliding towards him, pointing a finger at his chest. “And if you think I’m arrogant, take a long look in the mirror. Maybe you brought this on by being a prick.”

“Then fucking go home,” he shouted, leaning towards me now too. “I didn’t invite you here, you just barged into my life and refused to leave.”

“Because you refuse to take this seriously,” I growled. “One minute it’s, ‘Mason, I need your help, someone threw a rock at my car,’ and the next, you act like I’m the bad guy for suggesting you should take basic safety precautions. At least make up your fucking mind.”

“Well gee, Mason, I’m sorry,” he said with a bitter laugh. “Sorry for not having a textbook, crystal clear reaction to someone threatening to kill me. My apologies if it’s taking me a minute to adjust. Not all of us spent the past decade shooting at people and being shot at in return.”

“Attempting to kill you,” I corrected through gritted teeth. “Not just threatening. Attempting. This is exactly what I mean—you keep pretending it’s less than it is.”

“And you still won’t explain why you can’t let it go,” he shot back.

“Explain?” I surged forward, grabbing him by the shoulders. “You want me to fucking explain?”

I stared at him, furious and helpless, just wanting him to see—toget it. And then, all of a sudden, Kai’s lips were on mine.

10

KAI

My lips crushed against Mason’s as my body crashed into his. He made an ‘oof’ of surprise, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his hands went to my shoulders, and he pulled me closer. He nipped at my lower lip, and I hummed in response.

I didn’t want to think. Didn’t want to stop. I had this need inside me that had been growing for days, and Mason was the only person who could scratch that itch.

Of course, Mason was also so infuriating I kind of wanted to punch him too, but it was hard to remember that when he was scrambling back on the couch, tugging me forward until I was straddling him. It was probably a red flag that I found this emotional whiplash so arousing, but brain chemistry was a lawless thing.

His tongue swirled into my mouth, strong and commanding. I felt his fingers at my throat, tugging my tie loose. Once it was off, he fumbled with the buttons of my shirt until he’d exposed my neck and collarbone.

His lips slid onto my neck, nipping and sucking. My fingers dug into his shoulders. I couldn’t believe he was kissing me, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to stop him.

Mason growled as my fingers dug in, and his hands slid to grab my hips. I shifted and realized with astonishment that Mason was hard. I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh. Was it possible that he wanted this as badly as I did? That the kiss at the Butterfly Center hadn’t only happened because he was angry?

To be fair, he was pissed now, too. But while I wasmaybewilling to believe kissing someone could be an anger response, I definitely didn’t think pulling them onto your lap so they can feel your rock hard cock was one.

I mean, unless that was a thing now. 'Assaulted by someone's aggressively sincere boner' was not how I'd pictured my night ending, but hey, new experiences and all that.

I ground against his lap, and he pulled his lips free of my neck, his blue eyes hazy, pupils blown wide with desire. I moved my hips again, sliding over his cock. His mouth opened with a sharp little inhale. We stared at each other, frozen for a moment, until he leaned in again, his lips hitting mine once more.

His right hand slid onto my lap and he palmed my cock. I moaned in pleasure, a tremor running through my body. He squeezed me gently, and I was so turned on, I just about came right there. But thank god I didn’t, because it only got better.

Mason lay back on the couch and pulled me on top of him. Then he rotated so I was pressed against the back of the couch, and his hand slid in to undo my fly. I moaned again as his fingertipsslipped under my briefs and pulled my cock free. Fuck, it felt good to have another man touch me. It had been too long.

And it wasn’t justanother man. It was Mason. Mason, who infuriated me as much as he turned me on. My high-school bully was jerking me off, his teeth nipping at my earlobe, and all I could think was,I wish teenage me could see us now.

I stroked his cock through his jeans, and Mason hummed into the kiss. I pulled back for a moment, my hand on his fly, a silent question in my eyes. He nodded, and I unzipped him, then slid my hand under his boxers.

I gasped when I reached his cock. It was even bigger than I’d realized, feeling it with my leg. No wonder he’d been such a conceited asshole in high school. With a dick this big, I would have been too. And I wasn’t even that small, but compared to Mason…

What I wouldn’t give for him to fucking rail me. To fuck me so deep he reaches my stomach.

I tugged him free of his boxers and licked my lips when I saw him for the first time. Mason Fucking Clark was in my house, on my couch, letting me touch his cock. And stroking mine in return. How was this even possible?

A bead of precum leaked from his tip, and I swiped my finger across it. His breath caught, and his eyes locked on mine as I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked it clean. A deep groan escaped him.

I spat on my hand, getting it as wet as possible, then shifted until my cock was next to his. I began to stroke us together, and his mouth went back to my neck. I was going to be covered in hickeys tomorrow and I didn’t even care. What did god makecollared shirts for, if not to hide all evidence of your straight bodyguard marking you with his teeth?

I stroked our shafts together, and Mason’s finger teased the tips. His touch was so light, so tantalizing, I thought I might burst. Heat and tension built inside me.

I gasped as he kissed my mouth again, his teeth sinking down on my lower lip. He groaned, and my hand moved faster. I thrust my hips, sliding my cock along his length.

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