Page 60 of Rival
Guess I’m not going with him after all.I’m relieved because riding with him in this state would be terrifying.
Unsure what to do, I stay still, my head swinging back to my drive, then over to Mason, who isn’t paying me any mind while he cleans up his face. I owe it to him for giving into my request to not fight with my father, no matter how much he obviously wanted to get him back.
Bracing my shoulders, I stand up straighter and walk over to him. “Can I help you with that? I’m real sorry ab—”
“There’s a first aid kit behind the driver’s seat. I need it.”
Nodding while swallowing hard, I search out the kit, staying silent as he grumbles to himself. As I pull it out, Mason is dropping the tailgate of his truck and waves me over to him. Still not a word.
When I get to his side, I can see how tense he is, his chest heaving in fury and muscles rolling under his shirt as if he’s trying to restrain himself from losing it on me. He grabs me by the waist and hoists me up until my bottom hits the gate. I wince, still sore from a few days ago after being intimate with Griffin, but he doesn’t notice. Pushing my legs apart, he steps between them and brings his face an inch from mine.
“Since you weresoadamant that I shouldn’t give your daddy the beatin’ he deserves, you can fix what he fucked up. Got a problem with that, girl?” Another drop of blood slips down hisface and my chest aches that he’s bleeding because of us. Guilt slams into me, but I fight back the tears that want to spill out. He doesn’t deserve to see them whenhe’sthe injured party here.
Dropping my chin, I look down and whisper, “No problem.” I bite my cheek to keep from apologizing again as I open the kit and fish through it for antibacterial wipes to clean his cut, some gauze, and a bandage.
He doesn’t move his body away, staying pressed against me, but he leans his head away slightly when I tear open the wipes and reach up to dab his skin. He doesn’t move, keeping his eyes locked on my face as I wipe away the blood under his cut, but as soon as I touch the damaged skin, his hand shoots up and nabs my wrist to stop me.
“That hurts,” he says through clenched teeth. Then, peeling his fingers away slowly, he drops his hand to my thigh and hisses. “Gentle.”
“S-Sorry,” I croak out, trying my best not to pay attention to the heat soaking into my skin from his hand. I dab the wipe as softly as I can, my stomach fluttering every time his skin jerks. I know the wipes sting, but there’s nothing I can do to stop it. The gash is still leaking blood, so once it’s disinfected, I quickly open some gauze and press it more firmly to stop the flow.
I know I need to keep pressure on it for at least five minutes to stop the bleeding, and Mason doesn’t seem as if he’s going to take over. Just as he said, I owe him this. His eyes haven’t wavered from my face this entire time and I begin to feel overwhelmed, unsure if I should stare back.
His breathing is heavy, adrenaline still coursing through him from the altercation, so I look away, unable to meet his eyes for that long.
Fingers wrap around the front of my throat, and he uses his thumb to press under my chin to turn my face back to his. I gulp hard, his hold tightening as my skin moves under his palm. Mybreath hitches, fingers trembling slightly as I continue to press the gauze to his split brow.
“I’m feelin’ a certain kind of way right now,Edith, daughter of Clayborn.” He says my name like a curse, and I flinch, wishing he’d just call me girl instead.
“H-How are you feeling?” Mason doesn’t free me of his hold, but he uses his free hand to push mine away from his face and leans forward again.
He spits out, “I’m feelin’ like I’ve got electricity rollin’ through my body right now. I’d have let it all out on your daddy, but someone”—his fingers tighten further, causing my breathing to stutter—“decided I wasn’t gonna get that release. So, now I’m findin’ I need a different way to expel it.”
His gaze falls to my heaving chest and a grin spreads across his face before he finds my eyes again. It’s not a friendly smile, but I find my heart beating harder with excitement. Fear mixed with wanting his touch hardens my nipples against the thin fabric of my bra.
“You gonna let me between your legs?” My chin is pushed higher, forcing my mouth to part on a gasp. His lips hover over mine as he whispers, “I’ll make you feel good, too. Doesn’t have to mean anythin’ if we don’t want it to. We can just keep it between the two of us.”
I dart my tongue out to wet my lips, my mind racing between my throbbing body and if this would be a terrible decision. Besides, I’ve only had sex one time, but oh, it felt so,sogood, and I’m more than tempted.
“Okay.” I mouth the word, not a sound escaping as I give him my permission. Mason uses the hand on my throat to push me back so I’m laying down. The only thing I can see are the clouds slowly crawling across the sky as he starts working at my button and zipper to pull my pants off my legs.
This is so different than it was with Griffin. Where Griffin was aggressive, there was still give and take with him. Mason, it seems, wants to rush and get to it. I suppose it’s different with everyone and sometimes it’s fast, sometimes slow. I’m not sure if I likethisfast, though. Maybe it’ll get better soon.Maybe he’ll kiss me.
Just as I think that, Mason starts tugging my pants down my legs and I lift my hips to help, then push my body up so I’m sitting. Leaning toward him, I move to kiss him, but he turns his head slightly so my lips only graze his cheek. He doesn’t say anything. I’m not sure if I should try again.
Reaching out, I cup his cheek. Our eyes meet briefly and there’s a mix of emotions swirling in his eyes, causing me to furrow my brows. I open my mouth to ask if he’s alright, but he yanks me off the tailgate, spinning me around to bend me over so my chest is pressed against the rough texture of the bed. My shirt is still on, and my pants are only just below my knees.
“Spread your legs for me,” he rasps out, his belt clanking as he frees himself. I do my best to widen my feet, but my pants only allow me to widen them so far. I hear him messing with foil, and his hands leave my body for a moment. A second later, a condom wrapper is dropped next to my face.
I try to stand up to look back at him, but his hand presses against the center of my spine to keep me still. I should be thankful he’s using a condom, especially since Griffin and I already risked no protection the other night. A pang hits my chest, remembering the way he told me we shouldn’t have done it. That my father would be furious with both of us, and it was wrong to disrespect him in his home.
My thoughts blank as Mason slams his length all the way inside of me, a cry of pain and pleasure erupting from my chest. I’m still sore and I wasn’t fully prepared for how thick Mason would feel inside of me. I didn’t even get to see him first, and Igrapple for something to hold on to as he keeps one hand on my back, his other hand digging fingers into the flesh of my hip.
Clenching my eyes tight, I try to breathe as he pulls out and thrusts back inside of me, a deep ache spreading low in my belly. I just need a moment to catch my breath, so I can adjust to him pushing into me, but he drives himself in harder, leaning over my back and grunting with every movement.
“M-Mason… I need—”
“If you want to come with me, I’m going to need you to do it yourself. I’m fuckin’ so wound up, I’m not gonna last long.” He releases my back, allowing me to inhale sharply now that I’m pressed against his truck bed. Fingers wrap around my wrist, and he yanks both of our hands underneath my body as he pulls my hips back tighter against his body.
