Page 5 of Deny Me

“Bye, Gabby.” And then he’s gone, leaving me to have to do the one thing I’ve been dreading since I left this morning… walk in the goddamn house and face the both of them.

ChapterSix

MASON

I’m not going to lie, I was fucking shocked by Gabrielle kissing my brother. Or my brother kissing Gabrielle. But as we both sit and wait for her to walk in, I’m feeling rather at peace with what we decided.

She’s been sat in her car for the last ten minutes; I can see her from the large bay window that looks over the driveway. But as she gets out the car and makes her way to the front door, I know that we’re about to give her the shock of her life.

We both listen as she opens the front door, dropping her car keys in the bowl that sits on the table just inside, before she closes it and drops her bag on the first step so she can take it upstairs when she goes. She moves into the kitchen, unaware that we’re just sat here, waiting. And when we hear her grab a drink and shuffle back towards the lounge doorway, we’re both stumped as we hear her footsteps going up the stairs.

I expected her to come in here like she always does and switch the TV on for half an hour before she goes to her room.

“I’ll go,” I say, as Jared sits there with his jaw clenched. I know he feels a little more awkward about this than I do, even if he did initiate it, but if this gets me what I want, then this is how it has to be.

I move from the couch and walk quietly up the stairs, until I’m standing outside of her bedroom door, hearing the music she’s playing quietly. And then I smirk as a thought enters my head—one I’m about to put into action.

I carefully and quietly open the door, slowly, so as not to alert her to me being here. Luckily, when I peek into the room, she’s got her back to me as she hums along to the music and sways her hips from side to side. I watch her arse as I sneak into the room, closing the door behind me, and then I swiftly move until I’m behind her. She seems lost in the music, or possibly her thoughts, as she pulls her top off in one swift motion, throwing it into the wash basket in the corner of her room, and I take that as my cue.

I place my hands on her hips as she jumps from not knowing I was in here. I move my hands around her front, placing them on her stomach, holding her against me as I wait for her to calm down.

“Fuck’s sake, Mason,” she grouses, but all it does is make me smirk. Without even looking, she knows it’s me here and not Jared.

I don’t say a word as I move my hips in time to the beat, hers moving with mine, my hands still splayed over her skin. I lean my head down and run my lips over her shoulder, along her collarbone, and to the side of her neck, before I dart out my tongue and lick her.

She shudders from my touch, and I see the goosebumps rise on her skin.

“For someone who so say hates me, your body says so much more,” I whisper, before I bring my hand up and grab her chin, turning her face to the side so my lips can devour hers.

I already know her mind is battling with her body, I know that she thinks this is all kinds of fucked-up, but we’renotrelated. We don’t share blood. And if it weren’t for our fucking parents tying the knot, I know that she would never have fought this. The pull is too strong. And the need for each other too great.

I take her breath away as I kiss her ferociously. I’m hungry for more, and my hands make their way to her jeans, unbuttoning them so I can slide my fingers over her pussy.

She arches her back as I rub over her panties, finding she’s already fucking soaked.

“Mason, we can’t do this again,” she whispers against my lips, but I close the gap, stealing anymore words she may have been about to say.

I continue to rub her pussy, until I’ve had enough of a barrier being between us. I rip my lips away, turning her around roughly, and then I’m lifting her and throwing her onto the bed.

“I know you kissed Jared,” I say as I stalk towards her, and she scurries up the bed, her eyes wide as her breathing deepens.

“I’m sorry, it shouldn’t have happened,” she says, her voice cracking.

“Don’t be sorry, squirt. Fucking own it. Own me. Own him,” I say with such conviction as she looks at me confused.

“What are you talking about?” she says as I grab her foot and pull her down the bed, until she’s laying there, spread before me, her long blonde hair fanned out around her and her light green eyes sparkling despite the hesitation I see there. Fucking beautiful.

I start to pull her jeans down her legs, talking as I do. “I’m usually so fucking angry when another man touches you. I get this impulse to rip their head off, because you’re mine, Gabrielle. You’ll always be mine. But when Jared told me that you’d kissed, I felt different. Not entirely happy, but not eaten up with rage either. So, we came to a decision…”

I throw her jeans on the floor and lean my hands on the bed, as she looks at me like I’ve gone insane. I may have done a little bit, because no one will ever understand the arrangement she’s about to enter into, no one but us, anyway.

“If you want us both, then you’ll have us both,” I state, holding her eyes as they stare at me unsure.

“Pardon?”

“You heard me. If you want both of us, then that’s what you’ll have.”

“Mason, I don’t understand what you’re telling me,” she says cautiously.

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