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“What feelings?” I step closer to him and hold his hand. He doesn't move away. Instead, he just looks down at my fingers.
“I’ve been trying to hold it in,” he says. “I’ve been trying to hide it. But I just can’t any longer.” He looks up at me and strokes my cheek. His head is tilted to one side. The way he’s looking at me is making me so wet I’m gonna need a change of panties soon. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the moment we met. I’ve been having thoughts, Avery. Sexual, dirty thoughts. About you. Imagining what it would be like to claim your body as my own. To have you naked beneath me as I sink my cock deep inside your sex.”
I can feel my cheeks blush, but I don’t look away. I never want to look away.
“But your dad,” he continues, “he’s my blood brother. Nothing can ever happen between us. It’s just not right. I’m not that man.”
“Oh, please!” Anger surges through my body. I don’t know whether it’s the accumulation of everything that’s happened or a sign of the strength of my feelings for Mason. Either way, I can’t stand by and keep my mouth shut. “That’s such a load of BS! This whole macho blood brothers, served together in the navy, code of honor thing is getting tired. I’m a grown-ass woman, Mason. I can make my own damn choices about who I date. Who I fuck.”
I push him away from me. Daring him to make his move.
He stumbles backward, a look of disbelief spread across his handsome face. His fists clench against his side.
“Stop being such a pussy.” I cross my arms over my chest and stare at him.
He steps forward and pins me against the wall. His hands don’t touch me. But his mere presence and proximity hold me in place. “Nobody calls me a pussy,” he growls.
“Oh yeah?” My breath is shallow and ragged. If he lays one finger on me, I’ll come right where I’m standing. “What are you gonna do about it, big boy?”
5
Mason
I holdAvery’s chin in my and look into her eyes. Her features are so beautiful. So delicate.
She doesn’t pull away.
I think back to the first time I saw her. It’s hard to believe it was only yesterday.
“Where have you been all my life?”
She bites her lip and runs her finger down my chest. “Waiting for you.”
I can’t hold back any longer. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
My lips crash against hers. She groans loudly as I force my tongue between her teeth. Claiming her mouth as my own. My territory. Anyone who wants to take her from me will have to come locked and loaded. I’ll fight the whole world with a chopstick if I have to.
When I pull away, I’m breathing like I’ve just run a marathon. There’s sweat running down my face.
“Fuck, Mason, that was so–”
I pick her up before she has a chance to say another word. There are tons of people standing around. They look at us as I carry her over my shoulder. I can’t even remember where I parked the car. For a moment, I’m tempted to run back to my apartment. It’s twenty miles away. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll make love to her on the side of the road if I have to. Anything to feel what it’s like to slay her body with my cock.
“What are you doing?” she squeals.
I slap her ass. “Quiet!” I tell her. “I want you to save all your energy for when we get to my bedroom.”
“But what about my dad?” she protests.
A minute ago she was saying it didn't matter. Now she's not. There are some things I will never understand about women.
I stop for a moment.
With all the excitement, I’d forgotten why we were at the hospital in the first place. Is that what she means?
Her dad is laying in a hospital bed. Unconscious. Seriously wounded. We should be by his side. Holding his hand. Waiting for him to wake up.
“He’ll still be here tomorrow,” I say. There's nothing we can do for him if he's asleep. I resume my journey through the parking lot. Scouring every parking space for my dusty, fucked up SUV. “Besides, the number of meds they have him on. He’s out for the count. Won’t be up again until the morning.”
