Page 61 of The Young & the Sinner

“Yup. Why wouldn’t I be?”

He was smiling now, but his cheeks were tinted slightly with red, and I didn’t know what to make of that reaction. He wasn’t embarrassed, obviously, but what else was he feeling?

He cleared his throat. “I’m going to make this call in the living room. I can’t find a good signal here.”

I nodded, wordlessly, as he stood and walked out to the living room.

That was the best I could do. I was at a loss for words. I didn’t know what I could say, or how to say it. The strange feelings I’d been having low in my belly whenever Mason was near were back, only these felt more intense and I didn’t know how to make sense of any of it.

I squirmed on the sofa and turned back to the TV, where the camera was zooming out on the couple on the bed, the man’s broad back taking up most of the screen, but you could see that the woman’s legs wrapped around the man’s waist and he was moving his hips against her. The noises coming out of them were sexy, and not obscene.

I imagined Mason and me in the same position. Both of us naked, my legs wrapped around his trimmed waist while he moved his hips, moving against me, moving inside of me.

The muscles in my belly clenched and I closed my eyes.

I shouldn’t be thinking things like this about Mason, especially with him only in the next room. It was wrong. It was inappropriate in every way, and Max would be so disappointed to know I even had these dirty thoughts at all, let alone having them about his brother.

But I couldn’t stop the images from coming. One after the next. Who knew, with how little I knew, that I could still be very creative with my fantasies.

Thunder growled loudly outside, and I jumped at the noise. Then, a tiny squeal, or a hiss, came out the house, before all the electricity died, bathing the house in utter darkness.

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