Mason.” I relax, and this time I don’t fight the comfort that consumes me. I don’t try to talk myself out of how right this feels. Being with Mason is as easy as breathing. I don’t allow the guilt to penetrate, and I ignore the voice that tells me I’m selfish.
With a smile on my face, I hold him to me while sleep takes me under, and dreams of a life I never imagined skate through my mind.
Eighteen
Mason
Getting out of training on a Friday wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. After getting an earful of shit from Blake and only mild dirty looks from Cameron, I managed to convince my team that one day off wouldn’t kill me. Or them. Upon receiving their grumbled agreements, I made a phone call and was able to book the same flights as Trix for our trip back home.
We’re waiting outside on the curb of San Jose International Airport, my duffle slung over one shoulder and Trix’s hot pink roller bag in hand. She tilts her head up, and a slight breeze tosses her loose blond and purple locks around her face. Her lips curl in a smile, and I can’t see behind her sunglasses, but I’d be willing to bet her eyes are shining with humor.
She hikes her purse higher on her bare shoulder, tugging on the skinny strap of her tank. “You look good in pink.”
I cock a shoulder and swing my gaze to the row of cars trickling down the terminal as they wait for their passengers to appear. “I look good in everything, baby.” I squint, searching for my brother’s Cadillac.
Since our flight took us to San Jose, I called up Drake and guilted his ass into picking us up from the airport. Trix assured me that her parents could get her, but knowing I’d have to let her go eventually, I’d rather milk every last second of our time together.
She giggles. “I can’t argue with that.”
Damn, I dig this girl.
“Come here.” I throw my arm over her shoulder and pull her to me, maneuvering her around my bag so I can get to her lips. Aware we’ll have to keep all public affection to a minimum when around her family, I refuse to pass up the chance to steal a kiss. Tilting my head to avoid bashing her forehead with the bill of my baseball hat, I press a long close-mouthed kiss to her soft lips.
A slow hum vibrates our connection as she gives her weight over to me. I should stop, pull away to avoid making a scene, but the way her hands grip my tee at my belly, her sweet floral scent whirling through my senses . . . I part my lips. She takes my cue and wraps her arms around my neck, pushing up on tiptoes and pressing her tits into my chest.
My pulse rockets through my veins, and I slide my hand down her back to the base of her spine. Don’t grab her ass in front of all these people. Do NOT grab her ass—
A horn honks. “You gonna fuck her out there, or do you two horny bastards wanna get in the damn car!”
We grin against each other’s lips, before turning to see Drake leaning over into the passenger side of his ride, windows down, and scowling.
“Have some fucking respect, you little shit!” I motion to the back of his car. “Pop the trunk.”
I open the back door for Trix to get in before I take our bags and secure them in the trunk.
I hop in the front seat and pull on my seatbelt. The smell of Drake’s cologne mixes with the stale scent of weed. My stomach twists with worry. “Thanks for the ride.”
“Sure thing.” Drake has on his sunglasses, but I can tell by the slight lift of his chin that he’s checking Trix out in the backseat through the rearview mirror.
“Eyes on the road, bro.”
He shoots me a look and a cocky grin then merges with traffic. “Where to, sweetheart?”
“Drake.” Fuckin’ thinking he’s a damn baller. Idiot.
He laughs and sits deeper into his seat.
“I-17 south to Los Gatos.” There’s a hesitant sound in her voice that makes me wish I was in the backseat so I could touch her in some way to calm her nerves.
Silence descends on the three of us. Drake and I have plenty to talk about, but none of it I’ll say in front of Trix. And there are a million things