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Then there is Alex. He called me twice, and I never answered. He sent a text to see how I’m doing, but I never responded to that either. Even though Alex is a nice, straightforward guy, I will not allow him to string me along as a fuck buddy while he screws God knows who. I was honest with him and with myself. The day he moves on with someone else, there will be no hard feelings. No questions. I haven’t answered because things are tense, and I don’t want to complicate things further. Mason’s threats toward him should not be overlooked. Deep down, I know Mason will hurt Alex with the way he spoke to him at the table.
I make it to the movie theater and purchase my ticket. While I’m in line to purchase popcorn, I notice three couples on either side of me looking at each other with longing. I remember when I would look at Mase the same way when we couldn’t decide what candy to choose to go with the popcorn and soda. I would stand and pout as he teased me by saying he was choosing the one I didn’t want. I was really pouting because I wanted him to kiss me and tell me it was a real date.
I stop people-watching and decide to head to the bathroom before purchasing popcorn and entering the theater.
I get out of line and make my way to the ladies’ room.
Inside the stall, I hear the door of the restroom open and close, signaling someone is inside. When I exit, I’m shoved back gently by a solid wall of a chest. When I look up, my eyes meet hazel ones. Mason.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Mason
Iknow Lucy more than anyone. I know her habits, what food she likes, and when she goes to the bathroom before watching a movie to wash her hands or make sure she doesn’t need to use it before the movie begins. I know I sound stalkerish, but she is the only girl I have taken the time to know everything about.
Aiden and Leo bitched at me because they knew I was going after Lucy. Aiden backed off when he saw the murderous look I gave him. I let his rain of punches slide because I fucked up, but that is all he will get.
I pushed her away because I needed to think about my next move on how to get over the jealousy and hurt that she slept with Alex. Imagining Alex having sex with her felt like I was dying and bleeding out from a gunshot wound to the chest. I wanted to scream, to kill him, and to inflict pain. I didn’t care about football or my father’s demands with family business. All I wanted was to self-destruct, but through it all, these last three weeks made me realize I could never give up on Lucy.
I need her laughter, the smell of her hair, her smile and for her to fall in love with me again. I realized I want that more than anything. I still crave her skin and the taste between her thighs.
When she almost blew that girl’s brains out at the meetup in the east of Hillside, I wondered how she knew Joaquin. My first thought was jealousy, but what I uncovered went a lot deeper. Lucy is not who people think she is, and she has hidden it very well. When she has to, she walks unseen, taking people to meet their maker.
I investigated Luciana without the guys knowing. My girl is a bad bitch—her father’s secret weapon and a stone-cold killer. She is fierce and feared in Mexico, known asLa Diabla Femenina.It makes sense that last year when the issue with Khalani and her father happened she backed off. It was her father playing everyone like puppets.
No one is supposed to know that she is skilled like us Kings.
“Shh. It’s me,preciosa.”
“What are you doing here, Mason?” she says in a stern tone.
I close the door to the stall and corner her in. The scent of her freshly washed hair and her flowery perfume invades my senses.
“I’m here to take you to watch a movie.” I lower my mouth to her ear, licking her earlobe. She shudders and I wedge my knee between her thighs. “Did you think I was going to let you go without me? Do you remember the times we used to go together?”
“What are you doing, Mase?” she asks again.
She knows what I want. I smell her arousal and my nostrils flare in heat. Fuck. I need to taste her. I want to devour her and fuck her so deep.
My hands slide under her skirt, between her thighs and my fingers graze the softness of her pussy.
She sucks in a breath. “Mase.”
“You’re so wet,preciosa. Tell me, are you wet for me?”
Her expression is full of want and an explosive need. Her blue eyes have turned the color of midnight. The only sound in the bathroom is of us breathing and the faint spray of the bathroom air freshener going off above our heads.
“Yes,” she whispers.
That is all I need to hear. I pick her up and turn us so that her back is against the far wall in the handicap stall so no one can see us if they manage to open the main door. I pull her thin panties to the side and raise her so that her thighs are on my shoulders and her front is flush with my face. When her pussy is at the same height as my mouth, I get to work, sliding my tongue and sucking between her pussy lips, eating her out like a man starved of food. She writhes and moans and it’s like sweet heaven. She tastes hot and delicious. I fuck her with my mouth and suck her clit and pussy.
“I love the taste of you,” I rasp.
Her fingers glide through my dark hair and she grips my shoulders tighter with her thighs. I know she is already about to come. I roll my tongue and suck her clit in a rhythm that has her grinding on my face, and I love it.
“Oh, god. Yes, Mase. Don’t stop. I’m about to come.”
My hands grip her waist while her back is leveraged against the wall.
