Page 98 of Please Save Me

Sebastian’s gaze narrowed, but he didn’t say anything as his gaze flickered back toward Mason. She walked toward us, cookies in hand and a small smile on her lips. For the first time in a few days, she seemed completely carefree, blissfully unaware of the hunger she’d plagued us with.

“Is everything okay?” She asked, plopping between the two of us. “You both look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Sebastian and I shared a glance. Never in my life did I think he and I would be on the same page, but as he gently slid the package of cookies from Mason’s hands, I realized he was thinking the same thing I was.

“Hey!” she protested as Sebastian placed the container on the coffee table.

“Hey yourself.” His voice was a low rumble as he grabbed her by the back of the neck. “What the fuck are you doing walking around like that?”

Her eyes widened just enough to make her look far more innocent than she was. “Like what?”

“Like you’re trying to drive us insane,” I replied, placing a hand on her thigh.

The heat of Mason’s skin under the fabric sent a jolt of electricity through my veins. My Pretty Girl was one wrong move away from being pinned against the couch and fucked as hard as I could.

Her cheeks flushed as her eyes darted between us. “I just wanted to be comfortable.”

Sebastian’s grip on her tightened as he pulled her just a little closer.

“Comfortable?” he challenged. “You’re walking around in nothing but a jersey and you think that’s not an invitation for me to bury my dick so far inside of you that it’d need surgically removed?”

Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red as she looked at me. Her eyes silently pleaded for help, but the smug half smile on her lips told a different story.

“You both realize that I’m like one wrong move away from popping, right?” she protested.

“She knows what she’s doing,” Sebastian breathed.

Mason gasped. “I do?”

I tossed the pillow to the side and took Mason's hand, placing it on the split zipper of my pants.

The warmth of her palm soaked into my boxers, leaving my erection to twitch.

“You literally made me break my zipper,” I warned. “How’re you gonna fix it?”

Her fingers trailed along the broken zipper as she examined the area fully. Her breathing quickened as she pulled her lower lip through her teeth.

“I… I didn’t know that could happen,” she mumbled.

Sebastian’s hand shifted from her neck to her shoulder as he traced soft patterns into her skin. Mason sat up a little straighter, shivering at his touch.

“Now you do,” he said softly. “How are you going to fix it?”

“I can buy you a new pair of jeans.” She met my gaze, and the whine in her voice hinted at her genuinely feeling bad.

“I can get myself new pants.” I chuckled as I leaned in closer, pressing my lips to her ear. “If you wanna make this up to me, you gotta make me feel as good as you look.”

Her eyes sparkled as she looked toward Sebastian almost like she was asking for his permission to touch me like that.

“You heard the man.” He gestured toward me. “And might I suggest you apologize on your knees. I happen to know your mouth is good for more than singing.”

She took a deep breath as her attention flickered between us. Slowly and with Sebastian’s help, she shifted off the couch and onto the floor. Her belly brushed against my legs as she got fully settled. The sight of her between my legs, so willing to please me, was enough to make me blow a gasket.

Her fingers moved to the waistband of my jeans. Normally, Mason was an expert at removing my clothes. But, the shake in her hands made it impossible for her to undo my pants.

Sebastian reached over to help her, and I lifted my hips just enough to slide my pants down, my boxers following soon after.

Her eyes widened when faced with my erection, and she looked up as if she was seeking my approval.

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