Page 57 of Mason
Finally, I spy Brendan, Tucker, Pierre, and Arik out on the back patio playing a card game and drinking beer. I open the door and step outside with them. Tucker tips his chin in greeting. “Hey.” The other three hold up their hands in greeting but continue to study their playing cards. Spades if I had to guess. It doesn’t take that much fucking concentration. Something’s obviously happened that I don’t know about.
With that in mind, I grit out, “Is something going on I should be aware of?” My entire body bristles at the strange atmosphere out here.
Tucker presses his lips together. “Duke’s been a dick all afternoon. Mason and Lennon showed up around four. Seemed like it made things worse. Everyone kinda fucked off, at Duke’s request. Kai and Quincy went to the store, Warren is between Maria’s legs again”—he smirks with a shake of his head—“and where the other three are, I don’t know. Something obviously got fucked up. Mason was pretty laid back about it, but Lennon and Duke both slammed the door on the way in.”
Figures shit would hit the fan while I’m at practice. “Okay. Thanks for the intel.”
Back inside the house, I decide to look for Lennon. Duke was probably up in his room since the door was closed, but hers was open, so… she’s gotta be here somewhere. I wander from room to room, poking my head everywhere I can think of that she might be on the main floor before I head downstairs. Sure enough, there’s some soft music coming from the direction of the gym, so I follow it.
Lennon is a fucking sight to behold. Her little pair of stretchy black exercise shorts and black-and-white sports bra has me halting where I am to drink her in. I have no idea if she knew I’d come looking for her, but I think maybe she’s trying to kill me. If that’s the case, I’m ready to go to heaven. My mind flips back through what’d happened between us last night, and it’s a kaleidoscope of bubbles, soft skin, moans, spraying water, and the wet slap of our bodies as we became one. I remember the way my big hands had looked hanging onto her hips… and how fucking much I’d enjoyed watching my cock disappear into her tight little pussy. I groan, my dick immediately tenting my shorts at the memory. I have zero ability to stop the flow of blood downward. Not when Lennon is in front of me looking like a sexy yoga goddess.
I draw in an unsteady breath as I watch her hold different poses. She does it like she was born to, all graceful limbs and smooth transitions. I catch a peek at her face in the mirror and for as much as she seems calm—almost tranquil—she’s also a little flushed.
That’d probably have something to do with the door-slamming incident earlier, if I had to make a guess. I move closer, finally choosing to take a seat on a weight bench to watch.What I wouldn’t give to peel those shorts down and stuff her full of my—
“Bear?”
Fuck.I have pussy on the brain. “Yeah.” I clear my throat, and it sounds rough as hell to my ears. “Sorry. I wanted to see what you were up to, but then when I found you, I didn’t want to interrupt.”
She nods, switching to another pose and holding while breathing carefully.
“Can I ask you a question or is it going to bug you?”
Her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips before she glances at me from the corner of her eye. She lets out a deep breath. “You can talk. I was just”—she pulls out of the pose, shrugging—“trying to forget about the absolute crapfest that my life has become in the last week.” She turns fully toward me, lifting her arms to deal with her hair that’s trying to escape the mess on top of her head. As she stretches upward, her breasts jut from her chest inside the sports bra. I bite back a groan as she yanks the pencil from the bun, letting her blonde hair fall around her shoulders for a moment—and absolutely killing me in the process—before she scoops it back up and knots it on top of her head again.
Fuck me. No, I mean it. Lennon, fuck me.Now.
“You know, we can hit Target and pick up hair ties for you. Or whatever those things are called. Seems like you missed them in your dash to pack. Tristan didn’t exactly give you much time.”
She smiles. “That’d be great. But no rush. It’s not like I’m training for a marathon or whatever.” She draws in a deep breath and drops back to the mat into what I know is called child’s pose. Coach makes us do yoga sometimes. It’s a fuckin’ riot, all these bulky football players contorting themselves into knots, but it does help with our flexibility. I eye her muscular ass and wonder if this is the only exercise she does or if she’s simply genetically gifted. Whatever she’s doing is working, that’s for fucking sure. She tips her face toward mine. “So, what did you want to ask me about?”
I huff out a breath. “Um. Yeah. So, I wanted to get your take on the whole locked-in-the-bathroom situation. Namely, do you think it was done on purpose or was it a simple janitorial error?”
She pops into a plank pose, holding it with a stunning degree of strength. Her arms aren’t shaking a bit. “I couldn’t tell you. No one knocked first or called out to see if the bathroom was occupied. Scared the shit out of me, though. I’m really bad with small spaces. Even closets wig me out.” She shakes her head for a second before she peeks over at me. “I don’t really labor over what clothing to wear, ever.” She wrinkles her nose at me. “Not the typical girl in that way, taking her time, thumbing through her choices. I don’t even like looking into small spaces, so my closet door is always shut unless I need something out of it.”
“You afraid there’s a monster in there?”
“No. More like I’m afraid of the monster who would shut me in.”
My brow furrows. “I’m not going to pry, but that’s fucking disturbing.”
“Yeah. It is, so let’s not talk about it.” She gives me a tight smile, moving into a cobra pose, stretching her back.Fuck. Those tits are killing me.“Actually, I wanted to say something to you about this morning.”
“What about?” I drag my eyeballs to meet her gaze as she peeks over at me.
“I recognize I was a little hostile and gave you the brush-off when all you were trying to do was be kind to me. I think you deserve to know why.” If possible, she stretches further into the pose.
My brows raise at her words while my brain tries to keep track of what we’re discussing. “I definitely noticed, but figured you were in a bad mood or something. I wouldn’t have blamed you after dealing with Duke and Mason.”
“No. I—” She clamps her lips shut, her blue eyes staring into mine before she shifts back into child’s pose, then a few moments later into downward dog, that delectable ass of hers pushing into the air.So fucking tempting.
But not liking the downward turn to her expression, I get up from the weight bench and move closer, kneeling on the mat beside her, hands resting on my thighs. “You can tell me anything, Lennon. Promise.” I angle my head to the side, trying not to focus on the glory that I know is under that scrap of material between her legs. I swear, I’m about to have to put my fist in my mouth to have something to gnaw on because I want to eat her up. Every delicious bit of her.
Slowly, she nods, breathing steadily, then lets out a sigh, peering at me from under her arm. “Right before I got to the kitchen this morning, Mason caught up to me and, well… you don’t need to know about the entire conversation, but what kinda set me off was that he knew about the two of us.” I can barely see it from here, but she’s biting at the corner of her lip.
I frown, not understanding what she means at first, but then my brows shoot up. “Oh. You mean— But how could he know anything about that? He was with Duke while we…”
“Well, that’s what I thought.” Her face screws up for a second. “I’m trying to remember his exact words to me. It was something like, ‘If Duke hadn’t shown up, I would’ve fucked you so good, you’d never have gone to Bear.’”
