Page 58 of Twisted Trails
He fits there as if that spot was made for him.
His sobs are silent at first, almost choked, before his whole body starts to shake. I just hold him tighter, murmuring comforting words I’m not even sure are in English, while my hands stroke his back. I press my cheek to the top of his head and thread my fingers through his hair, petting him and taking a deep breath while his tears soak into me.
Pine, pain, and Mason-fucking-Payne.
I hate this, hate how bad it hurts knowing what he’s been carrying. Knowing I added weight to that pile. I laughed with the rest of them, shunned him when he needed someone.
Merde.
This is torture.
And I deserve it.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper into his ear, my lips brushing his skin. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
He shakes his head, voice muffled in my neck. “You’re a fucking asshole.”
I grin and keep petting him. “True, but I’ve always been one. And you like it.”
“There’s a difference,” he mutters, his breath so hot againstmy throat it makes a shiver run through me, so hard it rattles my spine.
A moment later, he pulls away and wipes his face with the sleeve of his hoodie, eyes red, puffy, and unfairly gorgeous.
“What the fuck am I even doing here?” he mutters, looking down at the floor in embarrassment.
“It’s fine. Guys cry, too, and I think you needed that.” I grab his hand, determined not to let him back away this time. “I’m sorry I said all those mean things to you.”
“You already said that.”
“Yeah, but I’ll say it another five thousand times if I have to because you deserve better, and I was an asshole.”
His hand twitches in mine. “Well, you said you were mad at me, and you were already a dick when you weren’t mad.”
“Yeah,” I admit, giving a sheepish little shrug. “It was dumb, really, but without you rubbing me so hard, winning wasn’t as easy anymore.”
Mason lifts his gaze. “Rubbing you?”
Fuck.
My mind goes to places, and my dick twitches, because of course it does. My dick has zero sense of timing and distinguished taste. It wants who it wants, which is apparently a girl in disguise and a boy who scowls like sin.
“Fuck you,” I mutter, trying to adjust my hard-on subtly. “English is not my first language. You know what I mean.”
He glances down at my very obvious semi with that smirk.
Sin, I tell you.
“That’s a bit too big for you to pretend it’s not hard.”
Cocky littleshit. Just likePetite.
“Yeah? And you’re probably small,” I fire back weakly.
He justsmiles, which screams big dick energy, andyep. Now I’m fully hard.
“Do you feel better?” I ask, before this train wreck can get any more off the rails.
“No.” Mason exhales, lifting his chin. “Do I look like I’ve cried?”
