I made it home in record time. When I walked through the front door, I locked it and leaned against it, huffing for air. That was the most running, I've done in my entire life. I wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand, and pushed myself off the door, making my way to the bedroom. My heart was still racing, both from running and the fact that I just ruined my friendship with David. I halted my steps in front of the door and puffed my cheeks, in frustration. I was done for the day.
When I stepped inside the bedroom, the bedside lamp was on, that was the first thing that caught my attention and at the end of the bed, Mason.
" Mason," I whispered, surprised that he was home so early. Mason raised his head and stood up. He'd always come home after midnight in the past month. Or better said to my bed.
In a few quick strides, we were nose to nose. He didn't look angry but just stared at me. He pushed the door closed and took a step forward and I took a step back. He was quiet and I was beginning to feel the fear creeping up on me. When he took another step forward, I took another step back and hit the door. Eyes locked on each other, pinned against the door without any clue what would come next. I opened my mouth to ask if there is something wrong.
Before I even had a chance to say anything, Mason pined my hands above my head, and passionately kissed my lips, unrelenting, demanding, rough. I lost myself in it, and let myself sucked into his fire. He let go of my hands and hoisted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hand kneaded my buttocks, and I heard a snap and him pushing himself in, and I welcomed him with a loud moan caught in the kiss. With each of his thrusts, I drifted further on pleasure, relishing his blazing fire, letting myself engulfed in the passion that I had for him and only him. His lips never left mine, tasting me with hunger, lustful, and I wasn't any better than him. I put in those stolen moments, everything that I had for him, all the love, heartache, anger, and every single feeling it showed. If I couldn't use my words, I used my hands, my lips, my hips and the place that he seemed to come for each night. He was mine and no matter how long it would take for him to see that, I would wait for him to see that I loved him.
When he grunted and pulled away from the kiss, I was so dazed that if someone would've asked my name, I would've said Mason. He'd invaded my every thought and everything I did.
" Christ " Mason huffed resting his head against mine, and I couldn't help but smile.
" You won't find Christ in between my legs," I quipped making him chuckle.
" I should look more carefully next time," Mason retorted and kissed my temple. I lived for those tender moments when the cold and distant Mason went back to his cage, and sat there quietly.
" I can help. Two is better than one," I quipped and smiled when he pulled his head back to look at me.
Mason leaned in " I was hoping you would," He whispered and kissed the corner of my mouth.
" I need a shower," Mason said as he lowered me back on the floor, and stepped out of his trousers. He was still wearing his shirt, and I was still pretty much dressed, minus my panties.
" Now, I do too," I said as I shrugged off my jacket, to place it on the coat hook.
" I was counting on it," The corner of his mouth quirked up in half a smile, and threw his shirt on the chair.
I hummed, trying to stifle a grin. I didn't know what we were, but I wasn't going to waste a minute of it.
" Would you like to go first?" I mischievously smiled at him and pulled the dress over my head.
Mason took a step forward and grabbed my hand " Yes, and you right after me" He said as he tugged on my hand to follow him to the bathroom. I inwardly giggled and stepped into the bathroom. Mason halted his steps to turn on the shower. I found it strange that he didn't ask me where I've been or maybe he wasn't as possessive as I thought he was.
" How was your day?" I asked while I was taking my bra and shoes off. He never spoke of work when he was at home. After all that time I still had no clue what he did for a living.
" I had better days," He wistfully said as he turned on the tap and finished taking his socks off. That was the vaguest and the foggiest answer I have ever heard in my life.
Mason stepped into the shower and leaned to pull me in it, making me squeal when the cold water hit my skin.
" Sorry," Mason turned us around to fiddle with the hot water tap while I watched him frown at the tap trying to find the right temperature.
I loved him, this side of him. The charismatic and carefree Mason. He made me feel at ease, and safe and made me hope that I was more than a convenience. A girl who lived just a door away from him at his disposal, who didn't ask for much.