Page 63 of Eight Years (The Trident Trilogy 1)

“Drew,” I say quickly. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Well, it looked like you were making out with Mountain Man Jack over there,” he says flippantly. “Is that what was happening, or am I seeing things?”

Mason takes a step toward him. I slam my arm into his chest. “Don’t, Mason. Walk away. I’m not even playing with you now. Walk away.”

Mason strokes his beard as he thinks but then shockingly, turns around and walks toward the parking lot without saying anything.

“Who is he?” Drew demands.

“He’s a guy I met when I was traveling. It’s not what you think.”

“Are you having an affair with him? Are you in love with him?”

“No, Drew, I barely know him. I just met him a few weeks ago.”

“Well, you’re awfully friendly with him for someone you just met,” he says.

“Look, Drew, this isn’t about him. It’s about me and you, and our relationship. And, I’m sorry, but it’s not working for me anymore. It’s over. I don’t see much of a point of having dinner tonight. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, it’s definitely over, Millie. I can’t believe you would do this to me after two years, but maybe I didn’t really even know who you were,” he says, walking away.

Huge understatement. Just the biggest understatement ever.

“I’m really sorry, Drew. I am,” I call after him, but he’s already gone.

I need to clear my head a bit, so I decide to walk the mile back to my apartment. Sadly, I don’t spend even a second thinking about Drew. My head is full of Mason. As I turn the corner on to my street, I’m not even surprised when I see his truck pulling up behind me.

He rolls down his window. “You think it’s a good idea to walk alone in D.C. at night?”

“I’m pretty positive I had a security detail trailing me most of the way.” I keep walking to my flat. I hear him parking behind me. I increase my pace.

As I get to the stoop, he’s already behind me. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I say. “I just broke up with him.”

“That was quick,” he says, smiling.

“I’m very efficient.” I walk past him up to my door. He turns on his heels to follow me up the steps.

As I try to unlock the door, he puts his hand over mine to stop me from turning the key. “Millie, if you want me to leave, I will drive away right now. I would never force this, force you, but I just want to know why. Please. There’s something you’re not telling me. It’s not the boyfriend, it’s not our work schedules. Just tell me why you don’t want to be with me, and I’ll leave.”

I want to tell him so badly. Tell him everything that I overheard Chase saying, everything that Amar Petrovic told me when we were alone, everything that I know I have to do. I’ve had so many chances, so many times I could have told him, but none more perfect than right now. Just tell him. Tell him, and let him help you figure it out. For once, trust someone to have your back. But, I can’t. My mind won’t let my voice speak. So, instead, I reach up and put my hands on his chest, sliding them up around his neck. He kisses me again instantly. And, I let him. My mind has stopped resisting.

He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He turns the keys in the lock and opens the door, still kissing me hungrily. He slams the door and presses my body up against it. My dress is somewhere up around my chest by this time. His fingers have already found their way down my body, under my dress. They don’t even pretend to linger. They go straight inside. One finger. Then two.

God, his hands are huge, and warm, and moving inside me. His fingers push hard against my G-spot. Direct hit. The first moan leaves my lips loudly. He knows he has me then. He’s in complete control. My body is his.

My mind is spinning in ecstasy when all of sudden, he’s inside me. The feeling of him entering me hard, filling me up, makes me straighten up a bit out of surprise. I hadn’t even noticed him unzipping. As I straighten up, he pulls me down further on him, pushing him even deeper inside of me.

He’s pounding my body against the door so loudly that I know my neighbors can hear us. But, I have no power to stop this. I let out a series of sounds I’ve never even heard before and shudder violently, moaning one last time, longer, softer. My body goes limp against him. He pulls me closer and pushes into me hard one last time. I feel his body shudder. He makes a guttural sound as he comes inside of me.

Everything is suddenly oddly quiet around us. He holds me against the door for a minute as we try to catch our breath, then he pulls himself out of me and gently lifts me to the floor, kissing the top of my head just as my feet hit the ground.

I’m still leaning against the door in shock, in excruciatingly sensual shock. “What was that?” I manage to say while still trying to catch my breath.

He smiles. “That was ‘I couldn’t fucking wait a second longer.’ God, Millie, I’ve wanted to do that since the second I saw you walk in the bar that night you hustled us in pool.”

“I did not hustle you. I just had a lucky streak.”

“Okay,” he says laughing and pulling me towards him. “Maybe tonight’s finally my night to have a lucky streak.”

He pulls what’s left of my dress over my head and gently kisses me, as he picks me up, and carries me back to the bedroom.

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