Page 62 of Happenstance
Harper’s head snapped up, big doe eyes filled with shock. It was the spark in Mase’s face that had my interest peaked.
“W-w-what?” she stammered, making Mase’s gaze darken.
“You heard me.” He leaned in a quietly growled, “Get on your knees, Freckles.”
Fuck me. Was he actually going to do this shit. Now? Here?I think I was more shocked at the fact that Harper slowly sunk down. Sliding her back against the wall as she fell to her knees. The girl was terrified of him, yet she didn’t hesitate. All he had to do was bark an order and she followed. I guess fear was a powerful motivator.
“You’re kidding, right?” Mase scoffed down at her. “Do you honestly think I’d let you anywhere near my dick? How desperate do you think I am?”
The tears were really falling now. Harper sniffed back a humiliated cry and wiped the wet streaks off her cheeks with the back of her hand.
“I hate you.”
“Not nearly as much as I hate you,” Mase snarled back.
Harper’s next whisper was so quiet, I had to strain my ears to hear it. “Were you ever my friend?”
That was a mistake. Mason had Harper off the ground, with his hand around her neck, before I could blink.
“I should be asking you that.” His fingers dug into her skin, tightening his grip on her windpipe. “If it takes my last breath, I’ll make sure you know nothing but pain and misery.”
Speaking of breaths…
“Mase, come on, man.”
“Go ahead,” Harper struggled to cough out her words, “You can’t punish me more than I punish myself.”
A dark look came over Mase’s face as he leaned in and growled, “Let’s test that theory, shall we.”
“Mase!” I called out. Seriously, the girl was starting to turn purple. If he wanted to kill her, fine. Just don’t do it in a hall full of people. “Don’t you have class?”
He grumbled under his breath and dropped Harper back on the ground.
Taking one last look at the crumpled, coughing heap at his feet, Mase said, “Whatever, I’m done here anyways,” and walked down the hall.
“Parker,we don’t need to be here. It’s too early.”
I chuckled and steered Lana through the doors. My little angel didn’t want to be here. Not because it was too early, but because she was starting to get self conscious. Her small belly had grown over the past few weeks into a nice bump I could put both hands on. I loved it. Watching her grow was hot as fucking hell. Lana couldn’t walk past me without me accosting her.
Fuck, right now I was having a hard time keeping my hands to myself. Watching her walk into this room full of pregnant women, knowing I was the one who put those babies in her belly. Not just one, but two. How many of these other pricks did that? If she’d let me, I’d parade her around proudly, announcing how much more effective my sperm was than theirs.
I met glares with Derek, who was across the room cooing at Paisley, and smirked.That’s right, fucker. My woman is having two.
“Can you stop smiling?” Lana growled back at me, “I’m the one that has to push two babies out.”
Yeah you do.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are today?”
“Yes,” she sighed, pushing her pouty lips out, “This morning before we went to school, in the storage closet this afternoon, and again on the way here.”
That reminded me, I needed to get a bigger car. My truck was not a comfortable place to fuck her. Though I wouldn’t mind having her legs wrapped around my head again.I wonder if there’s a closet here?
“Oh no you don’t.”
“What?”
Lana grabbed my hand and pulled me deeper into the crowd of fertile couples. “I know that look.”
