All noise stopped and three sets of eyes were watching me stomp my way over to where Mason stood. I didn’t make nearly as much noise as I wanted to, my sneakers silent on the polished concrete floor, only making the occasional squeak.
Once I got close enough to him I pushed him in the back, a weak attempt to get his attention but one that had the desired effect. He turned around and acknowledged me.
“What do you want from me?” he roared, uncaring of our audience.
“I only want you, you big fat jerkface.”
“Then what is the fucking problem?”
“I made a commitment. One that I can’t break.”
“Again with the excuses,” he sighed, his voice almost inaudible.
“It’s not an excuse. I signed a contract. It’s not only Nora who will suffer if I break it. There is a clause in there that says I’ll have to leave the state for three months if I back out.” That last part I hadn’t even told Willa about. But it was something that David insisted on. I guess it was easier to get the media to forget I existed if I was far away. The broken engagement would be hardly a blip on their radar.
His face fell and his eyes went wide. “Are you out of your mind? Why would you sign something like that?”
He was back to yelling, an angry vein in his neck pulsing.
“I thought I didn’t have a choice,” I yelled back.
“You always have a choice.”
He took my hand and dragged me over to his bay.
“Everyone out,” he barked. I heard tools hit the ground and toolboxes moving and then heavy boots walking away.
“Try not to break anything. We’re already behind schedule since someone decided to take a week-long holiday. Spoiler alert: her name rhymes with Bella,” Landon called out.
Mason didn’t waste any more time but sat me on the hood of the car he was working on. “You are not going to marry that guy,” Mason said and shuffled closer. I was too stunned to respond, wondering what the hell he was doing.
His mouth found mine, his lips warm and soft. I opened immediately and his tongue tangled with mine, each stroke building the fire inside me.
I broke the kiss and took a deep breath. “I think we should stop,” I sighed while shuffling closer to his body. I opened my legs and he stepped between them.
“I think we should keep going,” he rasped, his mouth trailing hot kisses along my neck and breastbone.
“This is wrong,” I tried again. I leaned my head to the side to give him better access.
“If you really want me to stop, I will. You know that, right?” he asked and leaned back to look at me.
I did know that, even if he hadn’t said it. He was a good guy, despite his temper. I trusted him.
“I know,” I said and put my hand back around his neck.
He grinned when my hand travelled up and into his hair. He unzipped my hoody and kissed my breasts over my top. I nearly came undone when his lips found my nipple.
His kisses were possessive; his touch set me on fire. His hand moved gently down my stomach and to the swell of my hips. He brushed the front of my pants and undid the button.
I stood up and he pulled my pants down, taking my underwear with them. I was a goner, not caring about the consequences or what would happen afterward. And how could I not go through with this? I was about to have sex on the hood of a car, something I had fantasized about ever since I first saw Mason working here.
My top came off next, then my bra. I moaned softly when he laid me down on the cold metal. His tongue explored my body, kissing its way down. I cried out in relief when he found his destination, my core clenching at the first swipe of his tongue. I was embarrassingly close already, the need to feel him inside greater than anything I had ever felt before.
“You ready, princess?” he asked and all I could do was nod madly.
“I need to hear you say it.” I heard the crinkle of plastic and then he was back, his cock brushing against my entrance. Oh my God, this was really happening. The thought alone made me groan with bliss.
“Please,” I begged. “I’m ready.”
Without warning, he surged inside, stopping halfway to give me time to adjust. I felt full, the feeling better than anything I had ever experienced.
“You good?” he asked and I nodded. Seemed like he had rendered me speechless once again.
He slowly pushed the rest of the way inside and then gently began moving in and out. My breaths came in long, drawn out moans. I would have been embarrassed if I had any rational thought left.
It didn’t take me long to feel the heat building up inside me, and when he put one of my legs up on his shoulder and went deeper and harder I was flooded with uncontrollable joy, the feeling overtaking all of my senses.
After a few more strokes, Mason followed and emptied himself inside me.
I laid on the hood of someone’s car, boneless but satiated. Mason pulled out and buried his head in my belly, breathing me in.
At that moment, I didn’t regret what we had done but was sure that once I could scrape my remaining brain cells together, the reality of the situation would catch up with me.
Mason helped me off the car and gave me my clothes back. I pulled my pants back on and he put my arms into the sleeves of my hoodie and zipped me up, kissing the tip of my nose when he got to the top.
I loved this side of him. It made me feel cherished. And I wished things were different, because unless I was reading the signs wrong, he wanted this thing between us almost as much as I did.
After he led me to the couch in the
