Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,46

I ever gave you that impression, Angel?’’ he asks softer this time.

“Earlier when I was bending over,’’ I cry out embarrassed. “You got one look at me and hightailed it out of there, Mason. What do you expect me to feel like when you do something like that? It hurt Mason, really fucking hurt, especially knowing you can go to work each night and bang some skinny ass bitch who doesn’t have stretch marks, cellulite or a rounded stomach.’’

The sound of my heavy breathing is the only noise you can hear in the room after my rant. When Mason still hasn’t spoken, my fears were confirmed. He knows I saw what was running through his mind and he’s just too scared to admit it.

Coward!

When his loud booming laugh echo’s around the room I snap my head in his direction and scowl.

“Why are you laughing?’’ I growl feeling more pissed.

“You! Babe, there is nothing that could ever get me to stray from you.’’

“We’re not exactly an item and you did before,’’ I remind him which makes him give me a death glare.

“No Denny, I didn’t. If I never acted like such a dickhead the morning after we fucked then we would be together. That night, it meant something to me whether you want to believe it or not. I’ve had enough of pussy footing around you wondering if you’re going to wake up one morning and realise what a mistake you’ve made being with me. We are together now. The minute I realised what a fucked up mistake I made, we were together. As for not finding you attractive, would this happen if I didn’t?’’ he asks which confuses me, but then quickly he holds onto my hips and presses his erection against me. I’m actually surprised he managed to reach with my bump in the way, and more than that I’m surprised by the simple fact he got a boner over me.

“I’m always hard for you, Denny. It’s killed me not being inside you, but I need you to know you mean more to me than just sex. I want to do this right, I want us to work and I don’t need me and my dick ruining that.’’

“You’ll get bored Mason, you’ll see some much prettier, skinnier girl, you’ll flirt, and before you know it you’re in the back alley of some club fucking her up a wall.’’

“As much as I love your dirty imagination right now I’m not a cheat Denny. There is no one on this earth that could get me to cheat on you or even contemplate doing it. That is one thing, without a doubt, I can promise you without the worry of knowing that maybe someday I’ll break it. I keep my promises. I’ve had a whole childhood full of broken ones to know never to make one I can’t keep. You’re going to need to know you’re enough for me and trust me,’’ he whispers, leaning in, his lips a breath away from mine and my pulse raises miles a minute in anticipation.

I lean my head back to give him easier access. His lips press softly against mine, kissing me gently as my hands run up his strong, hard biceps slowly. His tongue licks at the opening of my mouth and I moan holding him tighter. Just as the kiss starts to deepen, the door opens and Maverick walks in, coughing loud to show his presence.

“Bro, the lawyer is here and wants to see you both in the kitchen,’’ he says and I can hear amusement in his voice as I hide my head in Mason’s chest in embarrassment.

“Coming bro,’’ Mason replies before I hear the door shut again.

“Well that was awkward,’’ I groan.

“Not as much as you crying over food,’’ he grins rolling his eyes. “Max is just territorial over his food. He’s worried he’s met his match that’s all. None of us can out eat him. My Nan used to moan at him all the time for all the food he went through, asking where he puts it all. She’d say, ‘If I even looked at the food you ate I’d gain three stone’ and she’d shake her head at him.”

“I wish I could have met your Nan, she sounds great.’’

“She’s just like yours,’’ he grins and I look at him confused.

“I’ve met her. We talked on the phone the other day arranging some things. She’ll be here soon so let’s go see what the lawyer wants with all of us.