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“Do you think you’ll tell her?”

“Fuck,” I mutter. That’s another reason why I can’t get involved with Caroline. There’s too much pain that goes along with being with me. I know too much and the secrets I’m keeping will fuck with her head and hurt her more. I need to stay focused and keep her safety in mind. I won’t let anything happen to her.

After talking to Devin and explaining that I don’t blame him at all and reassuring him I’m okay, he leaves to go back to the guys with a smile on his face. Tonya and I sit at the lounge watching the guys play pool and drinking our martinis.

“It’s a good idea that I came out tonight. Thanks, bestie. Just no creepers please.”

“Yeah, no thank you. If they know what’s best they’ll stay away tonight.” We clink glasses to that statement and Tonya continues. “Duh. I know what’s best for you. Keep drinking. You’ve only had three.”

“I’m good.” I laugh. “Feeling kinda tipsy right now.”

“I think someone’s coming for you.”

Before I can say anything two guys come over to us. One stands above Tonya and I see her rolling her eyes while the other guy sits next to me. These boys, and yes boys because they look like they’re only eighteen, are already getting on my nerves.

“Hey. I’m Bentley.”

“Hello, Bentley. I’m Caroline.”

“I saw you and knew I had to come over and talk to you.”

Kill me please.

“That’s so sweet of you.”

“Hey, baby,” I hear Mason’s voice and feel his lips on my cheek. “What’s going on?”

Before I can answer, Bentley gets up and quickly apologizes for bothering his girlfriend. I don’t say anything and lean into Mason’s touch. He grabs his friend and they head back to the bar. Poor guys. Probably wet themselves when they saw Mason.

“Really?” I laugh, pushing him away.

“Admit it. You like when I call you baby.”

“No.” I pretend to gag. “It actually makes me sick, so go along now. You proved your point and saved the day.” I smile and sip on my martini.

“Better be careful. You don’t want to drink too much and be too
tired
for tonight.”

My smile drops and Tonya laughs in the background.

“What’s he talking about?”

“Nothing,” I quickly answer. “Nothing.”

“Tell her,” Mason adds, causing me to groan and mentally kill him. “Tell her about your action date with Brad,” he laughs and turns to head back to the guys.

“Brad?”

“He caught me using . . . Brad.”

“Brad?” It takes Tonya a few seconds to figure out who Brad is and when she does a huge smile comes across her face. “Shut. Up. Holy shit, Caroline! Did he make any sexy comments?”

“No.”

“Well he probably didn’t want to make it weird. But holy fuck that’s so hot. He stood there watching you pleasure yourself. Wow.” She fans herself. “Fucking hot.”

Leaning back on the couch I drink more of my martini and agree it is fucking hot that Mason stood there and watched me. Thinking about his reaction and the look in his eyes seeing me on my bed and hearing me moan. The lust in his eyes when I saw him didn’t scare me away. It’s alluring and seductive.

“What am I gonna do?”

“Babe, it’s okay to feel. You’re a woman and he’s sexy.”

“He’s Evan’s best friend. I can’t, Tonya. He’s my best friend too. We’ve all known each other since high school. It’s wrong and a line I can’t cross.”

As much as I’d like to feel his hands on my body and lips taking me to euphoria, I can’t do it. I still miss Evan and I cry about him so much. He’s my heart and has my heart. It’ll be wrong to move on to Mason and tarnish Evan’s memory. It’ll taint our memories and people will look at us with whispers and judgement.

“You okay?” Tonya asks.

“Yeah, I am.” I smile reassuringly and we continue to drink and order another round.

At the end of the night we say our goodbyes to the guys and Mason takes us to the car. When I click the seat belt I lean my head against the window and fall asleep. I’m not twenty-one anymore and five martinis will get you to a certain level of drunk you don’t want to be at.

I feel the car stop and the door close. My eyes refuse to open and when I’m lifted up into strong arms, I lean on the familiar chest and inhale the familiar scent of Mason.

“Stay with me tonight,” I mumble and grip his shirt. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“Anything for you. Wasn’t planning on leaving you,” I hear him say and let out a sigh.

When we reach my bedroom and he sets me down I look at him with desire in my eyes and all I want is to feel his kiss again. Slowly standing up I place my hands on his chest, not removing my eyes from his, simply enjoying the rise and fall from his steady breathing.

“You’re drunk,” Mason tells me.

“Not too drunk. I know what I’m doing.” Licking my lips I wrap my arms around his neck and meet his lips with mine. A slow moan escapes him and I smile knowing I’m causing this reaction. I need to take control and show him this is what I want. Pulling him down on the bed he easily follows, but keeps his hands on my hips. Raising my hips up so he can feel the heat between my thighs I move one hand down his chest and grab his hard cock.

“Fuck, Care,” he whispers. “Holy fuck.”

“I want you.”

“Not tonight,” he says and a little embarrassment hits me. “Stop thinking I don’t want you. You can obviously feel that I do. When I have you, and I will, you’ll be completely sober and you’ll feel me everywhere.” He pauses and kisses me again. “You’ll feel me for days,” he whispers, “and when you come you’ll scream my name and scream for more.”

“Oh God.”
Can you orgasm from words? Holy shit this is hot.

“If I can have my way with you I’d lick your body and kiss your inner thighs then make my way in between your legs and lick your sweet pussy,” he whispers in my ear and kisses my neck sending a surge of pleasure through my core. “I’ll get to taste how good you are and you’ll grab my head and push me in more. Do you want that?”

“Mmm hmm,” I barely let out.

“And while I’m eating your delicious pussy I’m going to slide two fingers into your sweet spot and feel you.” This gets me hot and when I feel his hand between my legs I gasp. “Oh shit. Are you getting turned on, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Take out your
friend.
”

“What?”

Mason pulls away and I whimper from the loss. “Get it,” he orders and I’m not going to lie, I like this aggressive tone he’s taking with me.

Quickly getting up from the bed I go into the bathroom and grab my
friend
and hold it against my chest. Standing before him I see him staring at me, studying me, desiring me.

“Take off your clothes,” he tells me with a deep and dark voice. Wow. I do as he says and soon I’m standing in front of him with just my bra and panties. He stands up and gently touches my shoulder and stands behind me. I feel his hot breath by my ear and he whispers, “Get on the bed and let me watch you pleasure yourself.”

“What?”

“Get. On. The. Bed. And. Show. Me.”

Keeping my eyes on Mason I get on the bed and prop myself up against the pillows. My heart’s beating fast and I can feel the heat between my thighs. The way he’s looking at me is making me feel sexy and I want to do whatever he tells me to.

“Do you want me to take off my thong?”

He grins. “If you want to.”

Slowly taking off my thong I drop it on the bedroom floor and spread my legs while my hand travels down my body to my wet clit. Instead of closing my eyes from the pleasure, I stare at Mason. His eyes are on my hand as he takes off his jeans and sits on the loveseat I have in the corner. Seeing him take out his hard cock turns me on and I swirl my fingers on my clit.

“Tell me how wet you are.”

“So wet,” I breathe out. “It feels so good.”

“Use your vibrator.” I grab it and press it on my pussy, seductively placing the toy inside of me and turning it on. “Good girl.”

Turning the vibrator on level three I play with my clit and feel the vibrations inside my pussy. “Oh, ah.”

“Talk to me, baby.”

“The pressure, oh my God. It feels so good. I’m about to come soon.”

“Yeah,” I hear the husky tone in his voice and I can’t tear my eyes from him as he pumps his cock up and down. Fuck I want to suck him. “Are you enjoying me jerking off?”

“Yes,” I mutter, “I want to suck you.”
Holy shit did I say that?
“Really bad.”

“Soon, baby. Tonight you’ll show me how you play with yourself so turn around. Get on the edge of the bed and keep your legs spread open.” I do as he says and prop myself on my elbows so I can still look at him. “Are you close?”

“So close.” I pump the vibrator faster and press a little harder on my clit. “Yes. Ohhhh yeah, right there.” I feel my orgasm overtaking my body and soon Mason finds his release too. Watching him come apart is so hot.

We clean up in the bathroom and suddenly I realize what happened. We didn’t touch each other, but it’s just as bad. We were in my bedroom I shared with Evan, on the bed I shared with Evan, and here I am happy. What the fuck is going on?

“What?” he asks and comes a little closer to me. I back away and instantly see the hurt in his eyes. “Care?”

“What’d we do, Mason? I mean, what the hell did we do?”

“Hey,” his tone soothes my nerves and I calmly look down then look up at him again. “I know we did something and I know maybe you weren’t ready. I’m sorry for pushing you. I don’t want you to feel guilty, okay?” I don’t nod or say anything. “Hey.” He places his fingers under my chin and turns my head towards him. “Don’t turn away from me. What we did was fucking hot, okay?” I nod and he kisses me again. “No regrets or feeling bad. I get it, Care. It seems messed up because this was your room with Evan and he’s my best friend. We’re adults and moving on. We didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I’m trying not to feel guilty. I’ve only been with Evan so my experience level isn’t very high. You’re right, being in the same bedroom I shared with Evan for so many years and then doing this with you is making me feel guilty even though I should.” I don’t want to hide anything from Mason so I’m letting it all out. I’m going to be honest with him. “I mean,” I touch his bare chest and study the look in his eyes, “it was hot, but part of me feels like it’s wrong.”

“We have to take this slow. I don’t want to pressure you or scare you, baby.”

“You’re not,” I honestly say. “I promise. As long as we’re honest with each other, we take things slow and talk I think we’ll be fine. I need you to understand where I’m coming from.”

“Agreed. Well, do you want me to leave you alone for tonight so you can think?”

“No.”

“Okay then. Let’s go to bed.”

He leads me to bed and we both climb in. Turning to face one another I kiss him goodnight and find myself asleep in a matter of seconds. Right now, in this moment, everything seems right. I feel safe and warm. I’m not sure when the right time to move on is and I’m not sure when I’ll be ready to love again. Thinking too much about it makes me question things and then I fall back to square one. I need to learn how to live my life-breathe and live. Life is about taking chances and going with the moment. I’m making the decision to be happy with Mason and see where things go. Evan’s gone and he’s not coming back. I know he’d want me to move on with my life and find happiness again. Being with Mason makes me happy and I need to stop feeling guilty.

Turning over I see Mason lying next to me. He’s lying on his back, shirtless, giving me a few moments to really look at him.
Dear Lord the man has a body of God. Those abs and that V. Holy. Shit.
I swear he’s looking even better in the morning.

“Done raping me yet?”

“I’m not,” I mutter and lie back down.

“Bullshit. It’s okay, babe. Ogle away. My body is yours to lust and fantasize over. Maybe we should have a repeat of last night. You didn’t moan my name.”

“Well maybe next time I will.”

I turn over so he doesn’t see the smile on my face and notice the two aspirins and orange juice on the nightstand. My heart swells a little and I can’t believe how sweet he is. This is Mason: player, man slut, and totally incapable of having a relationship, yet here he is taking care of me and pushing me to live. He’s showing me a completely different side and it’s making me feel something; something I never thought I’d feel with Mason.