Page 21 of Mase
“Go on, frat boy, get the fuck out,” I sneer in his direction. “And tell all those fuckers downstairs to get out too before I call the police on their asses for trespassing.”
He looks like he’s about to puke as he inches toward the door with nervousness, realizing he’s going to have to ask me to move to walk through it.
“Erm, sir, can you please move?”
“You’re being a dick!” Summer screeches, jumping up, then I realize she’s only wearing panties beneath the sheets too. Oh, hell no.
“Get some fucking clothes on, right now!” I stride toward her while the kid makes a run for it. Summer darts across the bed, her eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. Then she crosses her arms over her chest, enhancing her tits. My eyes flit to the little white lace bra that under normalcircumstances wouldn’t be classed as anything sexy, but the innocence behind it, the fact it’s on the most beautiful girl I’ve ever set eyes on, the one I haven’t been able to get off my mind from the moment I laid eyes on her… Yeah, it’s sexy as hell.
I freeze and swallow thickly as my arm stills midair to grab her, and she remains on the other side of the bed, staring back at me. Those fierce blue eyes of hers have softened under my scrutiny, and a flash of vulnerability shimmers in them. I want to take her hesitation, her purity, and demolish it. When she licks her lips, my cock thickens, remembering what it looked like to have her on her knees struggling to take me, her lips stretched wide over my girth as I slid in and out of her wet hole, with tears streaming down her pretty face.
Holy fuck, I want that.
A whimper leaves her, and somehow, it pulls me out of my thoughts.
“Party’s over,” I whisper, then retreat from the room, preparing to shut this hellhole down.
All the while, my heart thumps rapidly and my cock twitches with excitement.
The moment I slam the door behind me, my feet come to a halt, and I try to regain some control, some clarity.
She’s my fucking sister—and I want her.
NINE
SUMMER
My blood pumps wildly ashe retreats from the room, his feet dragging, and my body sags the moment the door slams shut.
Holy shit.
I rub at my temple.Did that just happen?
He’s here.
He’s actually freaking here, and worse, he’s my stepbrother.
I’ve spent weeks trying to block the memories from my mind of our one night together, but they whirl around constantly, taunting me with the way he marked me.
The memories are burned into my mind, engrained so deep it’s like they’ve become a part of my everyday life.
Do all girls feel this way after losing their virginity?
I chastise myself again, hating how attached I’ve become to someone I ultimately don’t know.
But I do know him now; now he has a name other than a username. He’s no longer Saintly Sinner, he’s Mason, or Mase, as Jeff would refer to him as during his hate-filledtirades. And he’s my stepbrother. He’s going to be in the same house as me. But for how long? I want to know his plan. Will he live here? Will he make me homeless?
I shake my head, unwilling to go there, and slowly lower myself back down to the bed, chewing on my bottom lip as I go over the night’s events that led him back to me. Back to us.
Two hours ago …
“Summer, this party is insane!” Travis bumps my shoulder and takes another shot.
I grin back up at him, and he pulls me into his solid chest. My best friend is the epitome of hotness, and I love the fact that he doesn’t even care. He doesn’t lack confidence per se, it’s just misdirected, but I promised him we would figure shit out together, just like he promised me.
He’s the only person I’ve ever had in my corner, the only person I’ve ever loved, and even though he knows all about my one-night stand, he hasn’t judged me or my decision, and I know he’ll take it to the grave.
“Don’t look now, but Levi is checking you out,” he breathes into my ear, and I stiffen.
