Preread by Hoodie.

Mistakes are my own.

OMG YOU GUISEEEEE


15


I woke to fingers tracing indecipherable shapes over my back. Opening my eyes, I stared at the wall in front of me, a lazy smile spreading across my face.

I'd made it through the night in Masen's bed without even a hint of guilt or thought of sneaking off. My decision may have had a little to do with how he stirred in the middle of the night and pinned me to the bed on my stomach so he could mount me from behind. It had a lot to do with how he'd warned me that if I didn't stay he'd just follow me to my house, throw me over the back of his bike and drag me back to his bed.

What kind of dream was I living where a man was begging me to stay after sex and cuddle?

"Mm … figure eight." I guessed. The fingers paused. Instead of shapes, this time it was lips that slid along my back. Scratchy facial hair scraped against my skin, gentle puffs of hot breath blowing across it. "Good guess." The lips said then kissed my shoulder.

I hummed into the pillow as Masen kissed down my spine. A squeal escaped me when he bit down on my right butt cheek. He bit the other, lighter this time, his fingers simultaneously curling over my hip bone in order to turn me onto my back and nudge himself between my legs. He kissed and nipped his way back up my body, his lips covering mine to muffle my moan when he slid into me, rock hard and no warning.

I'd never really been one for morning sex. Mostly because I was always expected to do all the work. But with Masen taking charge and doing what he wanted with me I was quickly warming up to the idea. He didn't even seem to care about my morning breath. To me he tasted just as good as he always did. So, I guessed mine wasn't bad to him either.

Was this what it was really supposed to be like? Wanting someone all the time, morning breath and all? I'd never dared kissed anyone before brushing my teeth. With Masen I wasn't even thinking twice. Well, I guess that wasn't entirely true since it was currently all I was thinking about.

Masen's weight anchored those thoughts. His entire being encompassed me once his palm molded with mine against the bed. Tangling our fingers he squeezed, bringing our joined hands up to rest near the side of my head. His eyes locked in on mine. Stealing my breath, his tongue licked the circumference of my mouth, languid before pressing his mouth firmly against mine, his hips rocking into me meaningfully. What was this man trying to do? Make me fall in love with him by making love to me. Was this what we were doing?

Mouth wide open I made no sound. Both of our foreheads creased in mutual concentration or utter confusion. Maybe both.

Our eyes remained locked as we came. Me first, followed closely by him. He remained in place hovering over me, causing our bare chests to brush against each other with every harsh inhale of breath.

Propping himself up on an elbow he brought up a hand to sweep a piece of hair from my forehead. His eyes finally left mine to follow his hand then circle the circumference of my face. Relieved of the intensity of his stare I took the opportunity to study his. The slight crook in the bridge of his nose. The plump redness of his lips. The bobbing of his Adam's Apple distracted me from the sharp angle of his jaw. It bobbed once more before Masen cleared his throat, slightly startling me.

"So, what are your plans for today?" He asked, his free hand still idly playing with my hair. When I didn't immediately answer he smirked, sniffing out a laugh. "Too soon, huh? For me to ask for more time with you? I know you're probably dying to get out of here."

I softly smiled back, not quite able to meet his eyes. I shook my head. "No."

Yes.

"I'm not."

Yes. I am.

I …"

I don't know what I am.

"Let's put it this way, if I get off of you and go take a shower are you going to run again?"

For some stupid reason I shrugged while simultaneously shaking my head. That was enough for him to doubt my intentions.

"Alright then." Rising to his knees Masen grabbed me by the waist to haul us both up and off of the bed. Instead of setting me down like I thought he was going to do, he threw me over his shoulder and unexpectedly slapped my ass.

I screeched, giggling uncontrollably as he carried me around the room grabbing at things and rubbing away the sting with the warm palm of his hand.

It was fun and playful. Something I hadn't experienced since I was young and dumb and in the throes of some stupid relationship I thought was romance. For the first time in a really long time I was enjoying myself. That was until Masen started heading for the door to his room.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Put me down. We can't go out there in the hallway. We're naked!"

"Don't worry. The guys are so used to it they won't even blink an eye."

My eyes widened. I started fighting to free myself.

"Relax. No way I'd flash these sweet cheeks to anyone. In fact, I'm gonna get you a tat straight across them in all caps. "FOR MASEN'S EYES ONLY." He slid a finger across my exposed backside before covering me with a towel and heading out into the hallway towards the showers.

Even though Masen had washed my hair for me and let me borrow a hoodie for the drive back home I was still mad at him about the shower fiasco. Next time, if there was a next time, the shared shower would take place in the privacy of my en suite and not a place where a hungover biker could give the door knob a little jimmy then burst in to piss and leave the door wide open.

Masen couldn't contain his laughter with every apology he offered which seemed to me meant he wasn't sorry at all.

Once I was home I dried my hair then curled it a little to tame the flyaways. I was torn between tearing off Masen's hoodie that smelled like him or keeping it on and tucked up under my nose. I chose the latter, breathing in deep while blindly flipping through the TV channels. I made it once all the way around the bend then turned the TV off just as someone knocked on the door. I knew who it was before I opened it.

"Special delivery." Masen said, presenting the pizza box in his hand.

"It's going to take more than that to earn my forgiveness."

Smirking, he pulled a large bouquet of white roses and a bottle of wine out from behind his back. "Will these do?"

Brow raised, I contemplated slamming the door in his face but opened it wider instead. I let out an audible breath to let him know I was still annoyed with him before stepping aside to let him in. "It's a start, I guess."

I headed for the kitchen. Masen followed, setting down the apologies he'd brought on the kitchen table while I headed for the cupboards in search of a vase.

It didn't take long for a fresh new wave of his scent to envelop me. I resisted leaning back into his warmth by focusing on washing the dust off my mother's old vase then filling it with water.

Unperturbed by my stubbornness Masen stepped closer, pressing himself against my back. Bringing an arm around he placed the roses in the vase then brushed my hair behind my shoulder.

"I'm sorry I embarrassed you today," he said against the shell of my ear before kissing it. "I don't know what I was thinking. Can you forgive me?" His hands slid down my arms to land on my hips. His fingers gave them a squeeze.

The mother in me wanted to berate him for acting like some wild teenager. But the other part of me, the carefree me, the more adventurous me, the borderline irresponsible me, the me he was bringing more and more to the surface, won out.

With a small smile I turned my head to face him. Our noses brushed before I lightly touched my lips to his. His hand came up to cup my jaw and he deepened the kiss urging me to turn towards him so he could pin me against the counter behind me. My arms wrapped around his shoulders, my body needing to be as close to him as possible in this moment and basically every moment since I'd met him. I simply couldn't get enough of this, of him. His lips. His tongue. The way his hands touched me and his arms embraced me. Those eyes. They zoned in on my eyes once we parted to catch our breath. He rested his forehead against mine.

"So, I take that as a yes?"

"Yes what?" I replied, going completely brain dead whenever I'm around him.

He huffed out a laugh. "You forgive me."

Fisting the back of his shirt I gave it a tug. "Yes, I forgive you. Now, let's eat. I've been starving since someone couldn't seem to get himself over here in time to bring me breakfast." I gave him a playful glare.

"Oh, is that how it is?"

"Mhm. Speaking of breakfast, just for future reference—"

"You mean for when I fuck up again?"

I hummed out a little laugh.

Smiling around a mouthful of pizza Masen shook his head.

"I prefer the blueberry scones from Bree's bakery."

Masen nodded, swallowing another mouthful. "Noted."

A comfortable silence settled between us as we ate and sipped on the wine Masen had brought. By the time we finished it was only mid afternoon but I was ready for a nap. It was obvious from the yawn Masen let out he was ready for one too.

Standing, I reached out for his hand.

"You don't need any help cleaning up?"

"Leave it. I'll get it later."

Taking my hand he stood, most likely thinking I was leading him out to the front door. Instead I headed up the stairs to my room, wordlessly encouraging him onto the bed with me. Once cuddled up beside him I was out in no time.