Page 44 of Enemies with Benefits
"Well, I wish I could say it was rare that I got an invitation to talk with two good-looking guys, but not usually in the hotel lobby...and this early in the day," Mason said, dangling his arms around the edges of the back of the chair, resting his chin on its back.
"Wow," Kayden said with a glance toward me. "Hear that? You got an upgrade to handsome."
Which made me scowl because that wasnothelping. “Shut up, Kayden. What do you want, Mason?"
"Hey, I was invited over. Why are you being a bitch to me?"
"I'm not the one who invited you."
"For good reason."
He chuckled. “You were in a much more agreeable mood last time we...talked."
Never was I so glad not to be the type to flush easily as I was right then. I still felt a bit of color rising to my cheeks. The last thing I needed right now was a reminder of...that.
"And I thought you two couldn't have a conversation alone without it resulting in someone bleeding," Kayden said with a snort.
"What?" Mason asked, cocking his head, pointing at me and then toward his own face. "You thought these just came out of nowhere?"
Kayden turned his gaze toward me, eyes narrowing. "Someone tried telling me that they got into a 'sort of bar fight' and wouldn't tell me more."
"If you mean we got a few things sorted out, then yeah, I guess you could call that a bar fight. I mean, it wasn't in a bar,and there wasn't any alcohol involved, but sure, yeah, whatever. We'll call it a bar fight."
I let out a huff. “It was nothing."
"Aww," Mason said, placing a hand over his chest. "And here I thought it was everything to me. Is that all I was to you? A one-night sort of thing? And after everything we've shared?"
Kayden rolled his eyes. “Even for you, that's laying it on thick, don't you think?"
I didn't know what the greatest horror was, the meaningful look Mason shot me, or the fact that I knew damn well he was holding back a dirty joke about something else being thick. Not that I normally cared about someone complimenting my dick, even in my book, that was a win...or always had been, until now that was. Having Mason Fucking Beckett cast what could be seen as a compliment my way was just...fucked up.
"Quit," I growled at Mason.
Mason laughed gently, standing up and flipping the chair around so he could lean back comfortably. That resulted in him being spread-eagled and on display, and I was doing my best not to notice the way his riding leathers gripped his thighs, or that they molded around his groin in a way that didn't leave much to the imagination. Of course, I didn't need an imagination when I had already seen what he was?—
Ugh. Enough.
"Took my mom up on her offer then?" Mason asked knowingly.
"I can tell you to go fuck yourself, but I'm not saying that to her," I said with a frown. "Or to...Micah."
"Seriously," Kayden began, turning to look at Mason. "The kid said that, right?"
"What? Expressed interest in seeing this scowling bag of dicks again?"
"Yes."
"Asshole," I muttered at Kayden because Mason already knew what he was.
Mason shrugged. “What can I say? Micah is weird, always has been."
"Don't call him that," I snapped at him.
"I'll call him that if I want, I held the little bastard when he was freshly born, changed his diapers, and helped raise him," Mason snapped back with suddenness and heat that even caught me by surprise. "And you were...where?"
"You son of a…" I began, standing up swiftly, but stopped when Kayden's hand landed on my arm and squeezed tightly.
"You," he hissed at me. “Sit down."
