My head falls back in pure pleasure. An outbreak of chills takes over my whole body. “We don’t have a condom.” I barely get out between moans.
He continues to pant as he thrusts in and out of me. “No fucking condom. I need to feel you from now on.” He labors. “You better not be fucking anyone else.”
My body is humming, and my eyes water. I can’t form words at the moment, so instead, I just shake my head, hoping he understands that I mean to answer no—I’m not and haven’t slept with anyone else.
I have no plans to either.
Mason picks up his pace, rolling his hips in and out. His wet lips kiss my neck, and he breathes in the scent of my hair. My scalp tingles each time he does it, realizing how good it feels to be breathed in and devoured by him.
I feel every divot and every ridge of Mason, not like before through the condom. I’m actuallyfeelingall of him this time, and it’s indescribable.
He angles himself up when he pushes back in, making sure to hit the sensitive area of my clit. With each rub, my legs shake, and my body briefly tenses. In no time, the shaking doesn’t stop, causing me to tense while I climb my way toward an orgasm. Sensing the response from my body, he picks up his pace. His mouth finds mine, locking our lips and swallowing my moans. I try to open my eyes to get my bearings, but I can’t because spots cloud my vision.
Just as my body shutters and starts to come down from the high, I feel him stiffen inside me. Both of his hands roughly grip both sides of my ass as he forcibly thrusts a few more times before pulling out into the gray dish towel sitting by the sink.
With my chest burning and my overall sense of lightheadedness from lack of oxygen, I slump forward into hischest. Mason dips his head down, burying it into the crook of my neck. His labored breath blows over my bare shoulders, slightly tickling my already tingly skin.
Chapter Twenty
Bailey
It’s the day of my brother and Jess’s wedding. I haven’t seen Mason since I showed up at his apartment, and he fucked me on top of his kitchen counter. I’ve craved him since then. He said he didn’t want to use condoms anymore, which I suppose I’m alright with. I am on the birth control pill, and we aren’t sleeping with anyone else, which is what any normal couple would do in the middle of a committed relationship.
But Mason and I aren’t in a committed relationship. Even though we’re not sleeping with anyone else, things can rapidly change if someone catches his eye—or mine, for that matter. Although my gut tells me that it won’t be me that walks away first.
All the bridesmaids are getting ready in the bridal suite, and, as usual, my mother is running around making sure everything is going smoothly.
“Bailey, would you mind checking with the event coordinator to see if we can get any more champagne?” my mom asks.
“Sure.” I slip on my heels and quickly straighten my long, dusty, rose-colored bridesmaid dress before walking out of oursuite. Standing in the doorway and glancing down both ends of the hallway, I scan my eyes across the corridor, searching for where I can find her. I’m only able to take a few steps down the hall when I hear a smooth voice in the opposite direction.
“Bailey.”
I smile, knowing he’s there. The minute I turn around, I see Mason leaning against the doorframe of one of the rooms that line the peach-colored hallway of the golf course clubhouse. Both of his hands are tucked into the pockets of his black pants; his legs are crossed at his feet. The way he wears that tuxedo makes it look expensive and made perfectly for his toned body. Mason’s dark brown hair is pushed to the side and slightly raised in the front. He looks almost photoshopped—like he isn’t even a real person. The moment his large emerald-colored eyes meet mine, they flicker. I feel my whole face light up in response. I hate that my body reacts this way to him.
He may not be my favorite person, but damn, he is nice to look at.
“Hi,” I say, breezing over to him.
“You look beautiful,” he whispers, closing the gap between us.
“Thank you.” I stare up at him through my extended fake eyelashes. Bringing two fingers under my chin, he tilts my head up to lightly kiss the corner of my lips, then continues along my jaw, dotting my face with soft kisses. My eyes fall closed, enjoying the feel of our slow, deep connection.
When he makes his way back to my lips, I taste the minty freshness of the inside of his mouth. With my tongue, I tousle the gum around. A slow laugh vibrates in his chest, then suddenly, he pushes it into mine. Quietly giggling, I keep it.
He pulls away and interlaces his fingers with mine, down at my sides. “We don’t want anyone to see us,” Mason whispers.
Before I have time to realize what he’s doing, I’m being shoved through the door of the janitor’s closet next to thegroom’s suite. I fall into the weight of him as his movements end up dictating where I go. As soon as the door shuts behind us, we’re clutching and pawing at each other.
“This tux is ridiculously sexy on you,” I gasp, sinking my hands under his jacket.
He reaches up and cups my face, slamming my lips into his. I run my hands down his sides and up to his back, aggressively dragging him into me, the force of it smashing me against the shelves on the wall. My chest jumps and my core burns being overpowered by him. He draws his head back, peering into my eyes. His half smile shows how he revels in the way he’s able to arouse me.
“Pull up your dress,” he tells me while his fingers slide up the insides of both of my legs.
“What!?Here?Are you serious?” I ask, but he doesn’t answer. My fingers comb through his hair before resting on the light stubble on his face. I lean in and kiss his inviting lips.
“Pull up your dress, Bailey,” he repeats with more force this time as he sucks in my bottom lip. I’m pitched between a yellow mop bucket, Mason, and the shelves in the closet with his body flush against mine. It feels good, and I don’t want to stop, but we have to walk down the aisle in less than fifteen minutes.
