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“You don’t say. You didn’t even give me a chance.”
“Fresh start?” Her smile might have been all bright, white teeth and full of apology, but the olive branch felt insincere.
As far as I was concerned, she could keep it. I didn’t need her or anyone else’s validation.
“To be honest, Natalie.” I pushed off the counter and stood tall. “I’m not interested in being friends with someone who will stab me in the back the second I turn around.”
“W-what?”
“Enjoy your smoothie,” I said, grabbing my bagel and walking out of there feeling lighter than I had in days.
It had hurt when Janelle spewed all that crap at me. But it was about her, not me. She felt betrayed, and attack mode was the best form of defense. I wasn’t a whore. And I certainly wasn’t going to let the likes of her and Natalie dictate how I felt about myself.
Upstairs in my room, I handed Mason a bottle of water and flopped down beside him on the bed.
“I had an interesting conversation with Natalie just now.”
“Oh yeah?” He played dumb.
“Yeah, it was so weird… she tried to apologize.”
“Huh, weird.”
“I thought so. All these weeks, she could have offered me an olive branch, but she chooses the week you’ve spent more time here than you have at Lakers House.”
“Maybe she’s a fan.”
“Or maybe,” I climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs. “You said something to her?”
“I can’t recall anything.” He smirked, sliding his hands around my ass. “But I’m glad she got the message.”
“Mason!” I swatted his chest. “You can’t go around threatening everyone who’s ever upset me.”
“No?” He flipped us, rolling me beneath him and pinning me against the mattress. “Because it seems like the logical thing to me. Adams gets one more chance before I lay him the fuck out.”
“I don’t want you getting into trouble over me.”
“I protect the things I care about, blondie. Always have. Always will.” He leaned down, brushing a teasing kiss over my mouth. “Now, where were we?”
“You were hungry, I believe.”
“That’s right.” He lowered himself down my body, taking my leggings with him. I let my legs fall open, baring myself.
“Fuck, Harper. Are you trying to kill me?” Mason ran a finger down the center of me. “These need to go.” Slipping his fingers into the elastic of my panties, he slid them down my hips and wasted no time latching onto my pussy.
“Oh my God, Mase,” I cried, jamming my fingers into his hair, holding him right there because, by God, it felt good as he licked me.
“You taste so fucking good.” He came up for air, pressing two fingers slowly into me and curling them deep, watching my reaction as he teased me. “Play with your tits,” he ordered. “I want to see how many times I can make you come before I fuck you.”
A bolt of lust shot through me, tightening everything inside me. His dirty mouth was something else. But I loved that about him.
I was beginning to love a lot of things.
“Tits, babe,” he growled, and I pushed my t-shirt up my body and unsnapped the front clasp on my bra, letting my breasts spill out.
I knew exactly how to touch myself to get off, but I liked to put on a show for Mason, rolling and tweaking my nipples while he ate my pussy.
“Yes,” I whimpered, sparks of pleasure firing off around my body. “God, yes. I need…”
