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I cover my mouth and say, “I’ve got yuck mouth, backup... freak.”
He moves my hand and runs his nose up my neck, across my jaw, over my cheek, then brushes it against my nose. His mouth is so close to the corner of my lips I can almost feel the swell of his bottom lip on my top. He’s teasing me. As he moves up to feather his lips on my eyelids, I feel the soft scruff of his chin tickle my lips. My lips are so sensitive I gasp. When it happens again, I know it’s on purpose, and a small moan escapes.
“I was just trying to tease you, Little One, but I can’t ever seem to get the upper hand.” His lips graze mine as he speaks.
I’m so tempted to lick my lips so I can taste his. Instead, I say, “I need to get home and change for school.”
He nods, letting his nose caress mine again. “I know baby, just one second,” he answers. His eyes close, and he slowly backs away. When his face is near the apex of my thighs, he inhales deeply and shudders. “I want you to move up the bed, Little One. Move backward to the headboard.” I do as I’m told. His voice brokers no argument. “Good girl. Now, go to the bathroom. I’ll wait for you.” He’s still crouched on the bed, his eyes track my every move. When I close the door, I lean against it trying to regain my balance. That was... scorching. I may not be experienced, but I know I feel like strutting back out there just to see what would happen. Oh, I’m in big, big trouble.
CHAPTER12
Redressed in yesterday’s clothes, I find my way back to the kitchen. Masen is dressed similar to yesterday, only his jeans are a little looser, and his belt and boots are a caramel brown. His wide shoulders are bent over the counter messing with the coffee pot. When he stands and turns, I’m again taken aback by his size.
“Are all Alphas as big as you?” I ask.
His smile is pure mischief. “No, baby, I’m the biggest,” he states proudly.
“Psshs, you” —I point— “are trouble.” But I love how playful he can be. His strong jaw is clean shaven, and his dark hair is damp. His light eyes make his handsome face so striking it’s hard to look away. I wouldn’t have guessed he’s almost thirty. He looks closer to early twenties, but shifters live a long life so we age much slower.
He offers me coffee, but he doesn’t have any creamer so I decline. “I’m kinda picky about my coffee. I’ll grab some at home.” He drinks a cup of black coffee and lets me know he’s ready when I am. “It’s okay as long as you point me out of the pack land. I can make it from there.” I still have plenty of time before my first class to make it home and change.
“I want to come. Please?” he adds as an afterthought. I don’t think he uses that word often.
“Sure, are you going to follow me, then?”
He runs his hand through his beautifully messy hair. “I was kinda hoping I could drive you home and then to school. I won’t try to go to class with you or anything,” he says, like that’s even an option, “but I thought maybe we could hang out again tonight?” At least, he phrases it like a question.
“What about my Jeep though? If you drive, it’ll be here, and I wouldn’t have anything to drive.”
“I’ll make sure you have your truck when you need it.”
My purse and keys are on the island where he left them after bringing them in last night with the cookies. Grabbing my things, I announce, “I’m all set.”
He tucks my hand into his arm in the way I’m becoming familiar with and leads me to his garage. There are a few cars, and a large SUV, but he approaches a motorcycle. “No way, Masen. I’m not riding to school on that! Everybody already stares at me. I can just imagine what they’d say if I pulled up on the back of their Alpha’s motorcycle,” I scoff.
“First, who stares at you?” he asks darkly.
“Only every shifter at school” —I throw my hands in the air— “Thank god for Sniffer and Sam, or they may have kicked me out for being a rogue or something,” I add. “Even my English Professor held me after class.”
His eyes narrow. “Did he now? I’ll take care of it,” he says, brushing my concern off. “Now, secondly, of course you can ride up on the Alphas bike, you’re the Alpha’s Mate,” he smirks, “And I plan on Marking you as soon as you let me,” he growls.
“Freak,” I say.
My purse is wrapped around my body, and my hair is in a loose braid tucked under the helmet. Masen sits astride the motorcycle, waiting for me to get on. “If you plan on making it to school, we need to get going.” I reluctantly lift my leg and slide behind him. My breasts touch his back when I lean forward to put my arms around his waist as instructed. Masen grabs me behind my knees and yanks me forward. My breath leaves my lungs in a huff as every part of my body molds to his. “I like this, we may never ride in a car again,” he muses.
Minutes later, we’re flying down the road headed to my house. It’s still early so there’s not much traffic, we make it in fifteen minutes. My legs are wiggly when I step off, but man, was it fun. “I liked that very much, Masen. Thank you,” I say sincerely.
“No need to thank me, baby. I’ll give you a ride anytime.” He winks.
I show him around my house and tell him to have a seat while I get changed. I already washed my face last night when I changed into Masen’s shirt, so I put on what little makeup I wear and re-braid my hair. I throw on a new pair of jeans over clean panties and a sheer gray sleeveless shirt the black bra I just put on is barely visible. Lastly, I grab my favorite, old gringo cowboy boots.
When I walk out, Masen is in the kitchen trying to figure out how to work my Keurig. “I know you want coffee. I was trying to help, but I can’t find where the coffee goes.” I laugh and show him the K-cups and how to load it up.
“There’s something I’d like to talk to you about.”
I can tell it’s serious. “Yeah?”
He clears his throat. “Other than Cass, I’d rather you didn’t tell anyone we met five years ago. Like I was telling you yesterday, Mates have never been identified before their first shift. I’m not sure if it means anything, but I’d like to be sure before anyone else knows.”
