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Mason pulled himself out of my mouth and clamped his hand firmly over my lips.
“Swallow it.” There was more anger in his eyes than I’d ever seen before. “Right fucking now.”
I obeyed and swallowed until there wasn’t a drop left. The taste was still there, though.
He eyed me for a second before dropping his hand, which was when I smacked my lips together. While I enjoyed seeing the pleasure on his face, I could definitely do without the flavor of said pleasure.
“Open up.”
The order was unnecessary, considering he stuck his hand in my mouth and pried my lips apart. I sat there trying to squirm away from his inspecting fingers swirling around my tongue and dipping in the corners of my mouth. Once he was done, he let me go and grabbed the towel hanging on the wall behind me.
I watched him dry off, wondering what I was supposed to do now? Did people just go about their day after? Or did they talk? Because I had questions.
Deciding to test the waters, I said, “That was really salty.”
“You better get used to it,” was the only response I got.
Not sure I’d never get used to that taste. Or the shame rushing through me. Did I really enjoy that, and with him of all people? I let Mason Kessler in my mouth. What was wrong with me? I hadn’t even kissed anyone yet, and I let him do that.
“You have hair on your pussy.”
Okay, that one caught me off guard.
“Umm… yeah?” Didn’t everyone my age?
Mason wrapped the towel around his waist, then looked over at me. “Shave it off.”
“Why?”
“Because I fucking said so!”
I jarred back from his barked out response. “Okay.”
“Good.” He lifted a hand and pointed his finger at me. “I’ll be checking on that later.”
Checking? What did he mean by that?
“Oh and Freckles,” Mason opened the shower door, then paused to look back at me. “If you lie to me again, you’ll get another mouthful of my salty come.”
A heavy swallow bobbed down my throat. I knew I’d lie to him again, just like he did. I didn’t have a choice.
So far thisday was off to a good start. Got my dick sucked, had steak and eggs for breakfast, and now I was lounging in one of the patio chairs out back while watching said dick sucker have a tea party with Maggie. Not that I necessarily wanted her that close to my little sister, but Maggie was excited to have a girl to play with. So I let it go.
That didn’t mean I’d leave them alone. I didn’t trust Harper. Even if she did suck the soul out of me a few hours ago. I never came so hard in my life. My knees damn near gave out from under me. For years I promised myself all I’d ever do was fantasize. Kind of ironic when I thought about it. I was pissed at Lou, my brother, and everyone else for hiding shit, and here I was, lying to myself.
I sat here with my eyes fixed on the table on the other side of the patio under the guise of protecting Maggie from deceitfulness. When all I could think about was how it’d take me five seconds to tear the royal blue jumper Harper was wearing to shreds.
Even the sun seemed to be against me. The way it beamed down, glittering off the water in the pool Lou recently had put in, seemed to highlight every inch of her exposed flash. My entire being was focused on her ample cleavage and smooth creamy thighs. That, and the voice in the back of my head reminding me of what she’d said in the shower.
At least you have a dad that loves you.
Harper may as well have pointed the finger at her old man with that statement. As much as I would love to kill Ned Callaghan, I wouldn’t just yet. Assumptions were the mother of all fuck ups. For all I knew, he simply didn’t like his daughter – which didn’t exactly coincide with his doting daddy act. Then again, his daughter was a liar, so… Besides, I wanted to hear Harper say it. She owed me that.
“Mason,” Maggie’s sweet voice wafted across the pool. “Come play with us.”
My eyes followed Harper as she bent over to scoop a stuffed animal off the ground. Her jumper rode up, giving me the smallest peek of the frilly edge of a pair of white panties.
Fucking white!
