Page 9 of Worth It All

Jada glares over at me, pissed that I’m interrupting her dry humping. I ignore her. She’s a club whore and that’s all she’ll ever be. She isn’t old lady material. The fact she hasn’t stopped gyrating proves that.

“He’s with Jake and Skylar at their place. Do you really think I’d let him be here right now?”

“You threw a party while my kid was supposed to be in your care and you just dumped him off on someone else without eventelling me. It’s safe to say I have no idea what you’re thinking anymore. ”

“Davina…” he calls out, but I’m already leaving. “Davina!”

“Fuck you, Mason!” I yell and get into my car.

I’m so angry, my hands tremble while I grip the steering wheel. I need to calm down before I go get Charlie. Fuck lockdown. If Collin was going to kill me, he’d have done so already. I’m not afraid of him. Right now, I’m more afraid that a simple kiss has ruined the best friendship I’ve ever had.

By the time I reach my house, tears are streaming down my face. I’m such an idiot. Things were good between me and Mason. They’ve always been good. I ruined that. Wiping my tears, I unlock my door and push it open only to hear a bike rumble behind me.

“What do you want, Mason?” I ask, quickly wiping my tears away and folding my arms as I face him. He climbs off his bike and walks up to my porch.

“What the fuck was that, Davina?”

“I wasn’t enjoying the show, so I left.”

“Don’t give me that crap. What’s the matter with you?”

“What’s the matter with me? Are you serious right now? You know what. Let’s not do this. I can pretend nothing happened between us if you can.”

He shakes his head. “That’s not what I was doing.”

“Oh really? You haven’t said a word about what happened between us. You act like nothing at all happened. So, tell me, what is it that you want, Mason?”

He stands there silent. Shaking my head, I turn away and start to go inside.

“You.” His response makes my heart skip a beat. I’ve wanted him to admit this for so long even though I can barely admit it to myself.

“What?” I turn back to face him again.

“I want you, damn it.”

“Well, that’s bullshit,” I say. I have to know he means it. Have to know this isn’t all in my head. “You want me but you were at the clubhouse getting dry humped by Jada. You want me but you won’t even acknowledge the fact that we kissed. You want me but you’re still standing there! Make a fucking move, Mason!”

He mumbles a curse. “I can’t.”

Tears fill my eyes again. “You can’t? Or you won’t?”

More silence. It’s heartbreaking. Years of friendship down the drain. We can’t recover from this. Can’t pretend this didn’t happen.

“Fine. Go back to the clubhouse and fuck whoever you want. Don’t get pissed when I do the same.”

“Now, wait a damn minute.”

“I have needs, Mason! I need to be held, kissed, and touched. I need to be fucked! Good and fucked! So, fuck you, Mason! Fuck you!”

The force in which he pulls me to him takes my breath away. He cups my ass, lifting me in his arms as he carries me inside, kicking the door shut.

“What are you doing?”

He ignores me and goes to my bedroom. The moment my back hits the mattress he’s unbuttoning my shirt. He pushes the fabric away, revealing my black lace bra.

“Giving you what you need,” he replies, sucking my nipple through the sheer material.

He leans back only to remove his cut and shirt, then rubs his hard cock against my core. I moan, needing more. So much more.

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