Page 35 of The Spare
At least…. Ithinkthat's how close we are.
I side eye him, feeling irritated and tighten my lips as his thigh brushes mine, and his scent floods my nose. Fuck, I'm so turned on I know I'll need to use my vibrator when I get back to my dorm.
Curiously, I sniff the drink and then take a sip, rolling my eyes in annoyance when I taste it's alcohol free. I snap my head to look at him.
"I thought you said we'd have my first drink together?"I complain.
He gasps appreciatively as he sucks down what I assume is whiskey, looking quite content. "And we will,on your birthday. It's not your birthday yet, butterfly." He turns his head to look down at me with a playful look on his face.
I grumble. "Come on Mason! Let me have a sip of that."
"Uh-uh," he leans back, expertly dodging my attempt to grab his drink. "You're not twenty."
"I'm twentytomorrow,"I look at my watch. "In four hours, actually.Mason, stop playing!"
"No.We agreed."
"I don't care!"
"Too bad, because I do!"
My eyes narrow. "You're an ass for taking me somewhere fun and then drinking in front of me."
He arches a brow as amusement clouds his features. "Oohhh, I love it when you get angry with me, butterfly."
"Stop teasing me."I reach forward, trying to snatch the drink out of his hand again but he's faster, moving it out the way and I fall clumsily against his chest. That spark in his eyes gets deeper, more playful. "Can you at least not drink in front of me then?" I push off him, folding my arms and scrunching my face up showing him how displeased I am.
Though I don't think he cares, the selfish fuck.
He gives me a sly smile, his eyes dragging down my face. "I'm a thirty-year old man, Mel. Who just made three million dollars inone day.I'm having a drink to celebrate. I can't help it's not tomorrow yet."
"Come on!" I pout. "You can't even not drink for one night? Even for me?"
"Ohhhh no,"he half laughs, shaking his head firmly."Nope,even for you, butterfly. I've already had to give up something really important to me." His eyes smolder as they look down at me, and I find myself holding my breath at the intensity. "And if I had to give up alcoholtoo,I think I might kill someone."
His tongue strokes his bottom lip in a seductive movement that has my pussy clenching greedily, wanting his tongue there.
"Oh, please!" I scoff, hitting him lightly on his arm."TheMason King giving up something? Surely not you. You're the most selfish man I know!"
And he is.
Him blatantly telling me to disregard class because he wanted my attention proves it.
"You wound me, baby," he says, putting a hand to his chest and slumping over to the side. He rights himself quickly, laughing as Igiggle at his antics. Anything to not read too much into him calling me “baby” the way he just did, making my heart fall into my stomach.
I get up. "Well, you enjoy your drink. I'm going for a dance."
I need to dance off this frustration so I hurry to the entryway to the VIP section, but I don't even make it through the curtains before he snatches me up by my hand. Feminine pleasure fills me as I clock the slightly pissed off look on his face, because I successfully made him put down his drink in favor of the dance floor.
Smiling brightly, I tug him along behind me as I work my way deep to the center of the carefree crowd. The energy here is infectious, the club goers lost in their race for a dopamine hit. Some people dance in groups; there's several couples grinding against each other.
I let go of Mason's hand and toss my head back, moving my body to the beat and raising my arms in the air, swaying and rolling my hips to the music as it takes me over. I open my eyes and look up curiously at the feel of his hands encasing my hips in a tight grip as he comes close behind me, moving his body with mine.
This isn't the first time we've danced. Mason and I are often partners when we go to a charity gala; however, thisisour first time dancing like this, and I become even hungrier for him.
I give him a small smile, turn my face back and close my eyes once more, losing myself to the music like everyone else.
But I also lose myself in him, shamelessly soaking up the feel of him against me. Hard and warm as the music transports me into another realm.
