Resist (London) (10 page)

And let’s face it, I couldn’t go fancying the brother of the guy I was falling in love with.

Oh god

No no no no no

It was out there.

Yep, I admitted it to myself. I would have been fine if I could keep burying everything, pretending it didn’t exist. Too late.

The stupid, stupid
motherfucker
was making me break my absolute number one rule.

Never,
never
, fall in love.

Shit!

Mason

Sometimes I love working in a nightclub. That night was not one of those times. Every asshole in town seemed to descend on the place at one time. I actually lost count of the amount of people who were thrown out, but I’ll remember the faces.

I always do.

So I drove home with a scowl on my face, thinking I couldn’t wait to crawl in to bed and sleep for a good twelve hours. Anything to stop me being in such a foul mood, I just didn’t like feeling like that.

I pulled up outside, jumped out and walked up to the front door but before I got there, the door swung open and Ruben came barrelling through.

I threw my hands in the air to stop him from colliding with me.

“Whoa, what the hell? Where are you rushing off to at...” I checked my watch, “gone 3am.”

He barged past me and called “Out.”
Over his shoulder.

“Wait!”

He stopped and turned, looking furious.

“What Mase? Hurry up. I’m in a rush.”

I could hear the frustration in his voice and possibly a hint of...worry?

“In a rush to do what?
I just want to know what’s going on. You’re hiding things lately, you’re always out and you don’t seem to have a clue about anything happening around you. Seriously. You got a girl?”

I knew he was going to lie before he opened his mouth.

“No, it’s not...” He sighed. “ Mase, please, can we do this another time. I
really
have to go.”

“Go then, but tomorrow, we’re
talkin’ alright?”

“Fine.”

And he got in his car and left.

I laughed
briefly, thinking about how much I sounded like his fucking dad when I’m only eleven months older than him. Then I scoffed at myself and grimaced. I definitely didn’t sound like
our
dad. That dickhead wouldn’t have known where we were, when we left, when we came back...hell, he didn’t even used to remember our names most the time.

I hated that bastard.

I shook of my thoughts and walked straight to my room. I just wanted to crash. Now with adding worrying about Ruben to my shit night, sleep was really needed.

I didn’t even bother to turn the light on, I could just make out where everything was from the moonlight shining through the window. I threw my keys on the desk and stripped down to my boxers.

“Turn the light on Mase, I’m missing the show.”

I froze.

It sounded husky, sleepy, but that was definitely Harper’s voice.

Briefly, I wondered if I was imagining it, seeing as she wasn’t very far from my mind at any time, but I quickly realised she was there.

I reached for the light switch, I wasn’t going to cover myself up.

She wanted a show? She
could look all she wanted. Any time. Any place.

As soon as the room was lit, I focused on the sight of Harper, my Sunshine, lying across my bed. It’s a sight I’d wanted again since that very first morning when I woke with her next to me.

She’d been sleeping, that was obvious, her hair was all messy on one side. Though, with her hair as curly it was, it always looked messy...but still sexy.

She had line across her cheek where she’d been lying on her wrist that had a watch on, and most of the make-up had been rubbed off one eye.

None of it mattered. That was
my
girl...in...my...bed.

“What are you still doing here babe?”

It was after I asked, that I noticed she was smirking at me. But not at my face, no, she was staring at my...

Fuck.

Yep, two minutes of looking at my girl, and I was hard as rock. Well, she clearly knew how much she affected me then.

Well fucking done, control yourself man.

She tilted her head to the side and asked, “Happy to see me Mase?”

Well wasn’t she just fucking funny.

“Ignore it. Move over Sunshine, I’m getting in.”

“What? No. I was just waiting until you could
take me home and I fell asleep. I don’t want you bringing that thing anywhere near me!”

I slid into the bed beside her
regardless. There was no way I was taking her home. I finally had her back in my bed, and I was going to make most of every second.

“There’s no way I’m going back out now. It’s cold, I’m tired and so are you. Go to sleep, I’ll take you home in the morning. You’re safe from me...for now.”

I felt her tense and I prepared myself for being on the receiving end of her sharp tongue.

I found myself strangely disappointed when it didn’t come.

She relaxed, sighed and said, “Night, Mase.”

“Goodnight babe.”

Chapter Seven

Harper

Something wasn’t right. I felt restricted.
Like I was being held down.

I panicked
and started to breathe heavily.

“Morning Sunshine. Calm yourself,
It’s just me.”

Mason.

I wasn’t being held down, but I was being held. His body curled around mine, his arm across my waist and I was pulled back into him.

It took me a second to realise that we shouldn’t be lying like that.
Friends
didn’t spoon.

Did they?

And he was hard.
Again!

I
briefly wondered if he was just in a permanent state of arousal but that soon vanished when I felt lips on my neck.

Mason’s lips.
My neck.

Mason, my
friend
Mason. His lips, his mouth, his kisses...
my
neck.

“Um...”

He paused, then,
he shh’ed me!
And resumed his sensual attack on my libido.

“Mase...” My voice shook and I silently cursed myself for letting him affect me so much.

He didn’t even react or respond, only to slide his tongue across my skin, leaving a trail of fire. I felt like my senses were coming alive with every move he made.

I had to stop it. I should have.

It’s really hard to do the right thing, the thing that needs to be done, when you’re feeling so... damn...
good.

He put his hand on my shoulder and rolled me to my back at the same time as lifting himself on top of me, resting between my thighs. I was a tangle of emotion and sensation when he raised himself up on his arms, stared down at me for what felt hours and rotated his hips.

Just once.

My back arched off the bed and I couldn’t prevent the moan that escaped from my lips. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, but if the way his eyes were ablaze with lust was anything to go by, he fucking loved it.

“Will you let me?”

His whispered words shook my core. No one ever
asked
. I gave, and they took. They never asked. I could feel my heart pounding through my chest and I fought to control myself. I needed it. It was obvious he did too. So, before I could think it through any more, I nodded my head, well I think I nodded, he got his permission anyway.

He lowered his head slowly, there was no rushing involved. The second his lips touched mine, carnal
desires seized me. I ached for him, needed him inside me.

His kisses marked me, claimed me and for the first time ever, I let myself submit to the feel of it. The feel of his tongue stroking mine, the feel of his body covering me,
and the way my heart beat faster every time he was near me.

I could feel him throbbing against my core, so I pushed a hand between us and gripped him. He was so thick, so hard and when I moved my hand slowly down his shaft, his rough growl was almost my undoing. I clenched and tried to close my thighs but he pushed down, keeping me open.

It was all too much, he didn’t stop kissing me, not at all, even when his fingers moved down to join mine and he squeezed my hand tighter around him, then moved our hands faster.

Our breaths were coming short and fast, in attempt to calm myself, I pushed my head dee
per into the pillow to break our kiss. Within seconds, he shed his boxers, rolled on a condom and was back on top of me.

“Please Mase.” I whimpered. I couldn’t wait anymore.

He entered me, so damn slowly, prolonging the torture. I felt every single inch as he slid inside me. His eyes held mine the entire time. I knew what he was doing, he was making love to me, but I couldn’t seem to stop him.

I wanted it just as much as he did, if not more. Each
thrust was deep and controlled, making him break out into a sheen of sweat across his skin. I could see he was struggling to hold back, so I pulled his face down and whispered in his ear.

“Fuck me, like you
mean
it.”

I didn’t need to say anything else. He pulled out and I mewled, not wanting him to leave me hanging. But he didn’t. He grabbed both my legs and flipped me to my front, knowing what he
wanted, I raised myself up on my hands and knees and waited.

I felt like I was going to explode with pleasure when I felt him move against me.

But...what? I...ohhh.

I felt the first swipe of his tongue on my clit and nearly jumped off the bed but he didn’t give me chance to react. He grabbed my hips and held me tight against his face as he continued to lick and suck at the place that I considered way too intimate to let anyone else go before him...with their mouth.

I wanted to stop him...for about a second, then the pleasure just became too much and I started to grind down against his mouth.

Holy shit! I’d been missing out!

He buried his tongue inside me and I dropped my head into the pillow, groaning my approval.

The last stroke of his
tongue was my undoing. I bit down on the pillow as shudders shook my entire body. I’d never come that hard, ever. It was like an out of body experience. I felt him move from between my legs and I collapsed onto the bed, unable to hold myself up any longer.

“Oh no you don’t, I’m not finished with you yet.” He growled.

Oh god!

Lifting me back up, he didn’t go
slow, he pounded into me over and over again, like a man who’d lost control and I fucking loved it.

I felt his fingers on my clit and within seconds I was building again, slower this time, the warmth moved across my body until it all became too much and I had to let go.

My orgasm washed over me and I clenched my inner muscles around his dick and felt him stiffen behind me.

He folded himself over me and growled into my neck.

It was even better than I remembered with him, butI didn’t have time to revel in my post-coital haze, a loud banging came from the door to Mason’s room, then I heard Jax shout through the door.

“Can you two please keep it the fuck
down! Some of us were trying to sleep!”

Oh...shit!

I felt my face heat. Holy fuck, I can’t believe he heard us!

Mason didn’t care. He fucking laughed. Although, he was still buried inside me, so the vibrations did
crazy things to my insides. But still! I can’t believe he laughed!

Chapter
Eight

Mason

“Hey…Mase…” The voice called from behind me.

I turned to see Ruben jogging up the stairs behind me.

“Hey dude, what’s up?” I asked, carrying on up the stairs.

“Oh, I’ve got that number for you.” He said, and I stopped dead, causing him to run into the back of me and we both stumbled forward.

“What
the...?” He exclaimed.

“The number?
You mean the number I asked you for
weeks
ago? Weeks, that I’ve spent
with
Harper, so clearly I already have her number!”

It didn’t make any sense. He was always so on top of things, and seeing as I’d been out of the house constantly, I assumed he would have at least asked where I was. I didn’t like that he hadn’t even noticed.

Not at all.

“What’s
goin’ on with you Rube? You’ve been walking around with a black cloud over your head for weeks now, and you’re still keeping something from me.” He sighed.