Page 21 of Becoming His

CHAPTER13

Michael is quiet the short drive to my house. When we reach the lot in front of my condo, I mutter, “Thank you for bringing me home, Michael. Drive carefully.”

I take my keys from my bag and exit his black truck. After unlocking my door, I lock the deadbolt, then throw my bags on the couch. I head to my master bath. A long, hot soak is just what I need. I start the water, add a little bubble bath, grab my Bluetooth speaker, and set my Sunday morning playlist from my iPad.

My skin is pink, and my face is a little sweaty from the heat. But I’m finally relaxed. My wrinkled fingers tell me it’s time to rinse off and wash my hair. I pull the plug and wait for some of the water to drain before standing and turning on the shower.

I’m singing along with Bruno’s “When I Was Your Man,” when the door crashes open. I screech, loud and long. I’m not proud of the girly wail that leaves my lips. I can just make out a large shape through my white, ruffled shower curtain. I can hear deep breathing, and I instantly know it is Masen.

“What are you doing in here? How the hell did you even get in here?” I yell.

“You wouldn’t answer the door. I knew you were here,” he pants. “I panicked, I’ll... fix your door.” He’s still breathing heavily.

“Fix my door? My door... GET OUT! GET OUT! JUST GET OUT!” I scream.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly before the door clicks closed gently.

I close my eyes and blow out a breath. Tony Bennett croons to “Smile”,while I try to calm myself. I finish my shower, taking my time moisturizing and brushing my hair. I find a pair of yoga capris and my softest thinnest t-shirt. I want to be comfy, I’m exhausted. This day, that started out so wonderful, has quickly sapped my strength and left me hungry and tired.

He’s still here, though. I know he hasn’t left. I don’t know how to deal with him right now. I still feel conflicted. I want to forgive him for talking to her, and I want to punish him. There isn’t any point in punishing him, because unless he knows he’s wrong, none of it matters. He would just do it again.

When I walk out of my room, I see him trying to prop my cracked front door over the broken door frame, good Lord. He turns when he hears my soft footfalls. Remorse clear on his face.

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” He pushes his inky hair back from his now scruffy, handsome face. “I came here to explain, no excuses, no made up stories. Just the truth, and to apologize. When you didn’t answer the door, I freaked out.” His hands are at his narrow hips while his head hangs down. “My heads so fucked up right now. If I would have just paid attention, I would have heard you singing in the shower, I would have been able to smell your bath. Shit, I can tell you shaved your legs. But, everything keeps going offline. You’re all I see, you’re all I feel. I’m having a hard time dealing with you being so close but still so far away.” He looks up and meets my eyes. “I want to Mark you! I don’t want any man near you. My wolf is making me crazy. I’m afraid if I shift he’ll mark you whether you’re ready or not.” He pulls a hand full of his hair. “I’m not telling you this to rush you, I would never rush you. If you need a month, six months, you can have it. It’ll be a struggle, but I want you to want me. I want you to want us,” he implores. I can hear the honesty in his worn-out voice. He’s just as screwed up as I am. It’s kind of a relief.

I walk over and tuck my arm into his elbow the way he likes and lead him to the kitchen to sit while I make us some dinner. “I’m gonna make us dinner, and we can talk, alright?” He sits and lets out a long sigh. “I need an explanation for earlier Masen. I know there’s a lot happening for both of us, but above all, I need honesty.” I start gathering ingredients for dinner, and he starts talking.

“I guess it started yesterday when I got up to get you water. I heard Cass yelling at Roxanne so I went to find out why she was still at the house.” He stands and moves closer to me as I start making dough for biscuits. “I found out she had been standing in the hallway, listening to me explain our situation to Cass. How you were only fourteen when we met.” He’s running his fingers through the spare flour on the board. “I didn’t, don’t want her telling anyone, and I’ll tell you why in a bit.”

Oh so there’s more to it than he led me to believe this morning. He continues, “So to placate her, I let her believe she still had a chance, that I might still choose her. I’ve never heard of one Mate rejecting the other. She is just too self-absorbed to see that.” He tilts my chin with his fingers so I’m looking right at him. “I let her believe that, I encouraged her to believe that. I’m sorry, Little One. I should have told you from the beginning I was trying to keep her quiet. I won’t keep things from you in the future.” He leans down and presses a lingering kiss to my temple. I sigh.

“I get you feel like you had good reasons for letting her believe that.” I shake my head. “But it stops now.”

He agrees with a simple, “I know.” Then moves on quickly. “Now, let’s talk about why I wanted to keep her quiet. I think there’s something different about you. I wasn’t lying this morning when I said I need to know a few things first.” Masen watches my hands while I knead the dough, seemingly engrossed. “I still don’t know what it all means, but there are too many things to ignore like us knowing that we’re Mates before your first shift, the way unmated males respond to you.”

I hold up my hand that’s completely covered in biscuit dough. “What do you mean by that?” I ask.

He takes the towel and wipes my chin where he must have left flour from touching me. “When you drove through the pack houses, every unmated male came out to see who you were. People don’t stare at you at school because they think you’re a rogue, they stare at you because you smell really, really good.” He proves his point by sticking his nose behind my ear, drawing in a long breath, and opening his mouth to let it out slowly. When his hot breath hits my ear and fans my neck, I shiver, and my neck automatically arches back. His hand falls to the outside flare of my hip, squeezing as he brings his chest flush to my shoulder. His other hand travels up to my arched neck. Fingers threading into the hair at the nape of my neck while his thumb caresses my cheek. Mouth still at my ear, he says, “Like warm vanilla and sex, baby.”

His teeth nip the bottom of my earlobe, and I whimper. His body pushing mine against the counter is the only thing holding me up. Masen kisses his way down my throat and across my exposed collarbone. He turns me slightly and pulls me so my breasts push into his lower chest. He moans at the contact. “So soft for me, baby.” My body molds to his.

He leans down with his forearm under my butt and his hand clenching my outer thigh and lifts me until my mouth is inches above his. I wrap my legs around his torso. My hands still covered in sticky dough bracket his head. I look down at him, and the tip of his tongue traces my bottom lip, my thighs squeeze him as my mouth falls open. The air in my lungs leaves in a long, hot pant. Watching him with his eyes hooded as he teases my mouth has me so worked up I start rolling my hips against his hard stomach to soothe the ache. “You need something, baby?” he asks, his voice so low it’s almost a growl.

I don’t know how to answer or what I need but, “Please,” falls from my mouth.

“Oh yes, that sounded so nice, Little One. Say it again.” His hand is still wrapped around the hair at my nape, tugging. The tiny pricks of pain make me rock against him harder.

“Please, Masen,” I whisper.

“Good girl.” His tongue slips under my top lip, and he runs it from right to left. Pulling back, he plants an open mouth kiss on my top lip, fitting it between his and sucking lightly. He gives my bottom lip the same attention only sucking just a little harder. When he lets go, I open my eyes to look down at him and lick my lips. I can still taste him.

This time, I lean forward. I place a small kiss on the middle of his bottom lip, then I slip my tongue under his top lip to repeat what he’s shown me. When my tongue touches his gums, he groans and pulls me tighter.

He walks to the island and sets my bottom down. Bringing his mouth back to mine, he bites my bottom lip. Slowly he kisses my top lip again. Tired of waiting, I rub my tongue along the underside of his. He grabs my hips and slams me forward into him, lining our bodies up. His mouth seals to mine, and he’s kissing me, really kissing me. It’s my first real kiss, and I can’t seem to get enough. He tastes so good. My thin yoga pants offer little barrier so when I rock against his erection I can feel his heat.

“Oh!” My head falls back, and he kisses my throat. He rolls his hips up, and I purr. Masen pushes me down on the counter with his palm just below my breast. He grabs both of my hips and jerks me even closer. My back arches. “Please,” I beg again. He rolls his hips up again, hitting just the right spot. I lock my ankles around his back and lift my butt from the counter. His palm cups the side of my breast, and his thumb rubs my nipple. “Yes, ah yes.” My head tossing back and forth. He lifts my shirt with his nose, then he pulls my bra down. When his fingers pinch my bare nipple, I almost scream.

Leaning forward, he rasps against my breast, “You want more, baby? You want me to make you come?” His mouth closes over my hard nipple and sucks.

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