Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,51

family. I just hope they will still have me once Mason realises he’s making a mistake being with me. And a huge part of me has a sinking feeling he will. No matter how many times he’s tried to reassure me he’s here to stay, or how strong my feelings are growing towards him again, I know in the end he will break my heart when he realises he wants to be single and ready to mingle.

“Okay you two love birds, break it up. It’s like watching some kind of freaky foreplay with the way you two are getting excited over a horror movie,’’ Max frowns disgusted.

We both laugh, but I can’t help the faint blush to my cheeks at the word foreplay, knowing for a fact what I’d rather our foreplay to be like. After all, I know what his fingers can do and how they feel.

“Fuck off,’’ Mason grins putting his arm around me as Maverick takes our plates to the kitchen and Harlow packs the leftovers up. Not that there’s much left over.

After everyone leaves, Mason and I straighten out the sofa, clean the drinks up and lock up. By the time we’ve entered the bedroom there’s an awkward silence that is starting to make me more nervous. I know we’re sharing a bed. I’m going to have to be close to him, close enough to smell his spicy aftershave, his body scent and everything. It’s going to kill me.

“So... how do you want to do this?’’

I want to say ‘on my back’ and he must see it written on my face because the devil smirks.

“What do you mean?’’

“The bed, which side do you sleep on?’’ he asks as we both stare from opposite sides of the bed.

“Oh, on this side.’’ I point to the side I’m standing by, not really wanting to tell him I sleep in the middle, that this girl doesn’t do sides.

“I’ll go wash up,’’ he says walking back out of the room to the bathroom. I pull back the blankets, then walk over to the curtains and shut them while I wait for him to finish.

Out of all the rooms in the house the bedroom is my favourite. It’s a deep purple, with black empty frames, and a few 3D butterflies lining the walls with a black fan centred in the middle of the ceiling. Even the doors to the walk-in-wardrobe are black along with the bedroom furniture.

The best feature in the room is the window. It’s lower to the floor than the other windows in the house and Mason has installed a mini cushioned sofa for a reading area. I know for a fact Harlow had something to do with this room because it’s nearly the exact replica of my dream bedroom. The only thing missing is the four poster bed with the white canopy that falls above and down the sides of the bed.

“Bathroom’s free,’’ Mason calls walking into the room making me jump.

I make quick work of grabbing my night shirt and running quickly through my night time ritual before slowly making my way back into the bedroom.

The room is dimly lit, the soft glow surrounding the room making it look warm and inviting. I smile shyly at Mason and walk around to what now is my side of the bed and get in. Mason doesn’t move until I’m lying down, he switches the lamp off and I feel him get back under the covers, and I swear he’s facing me.

My body is rigid and I lay there straight as a plank looking up at the ceiling until Mason’s voice startles me.

“Relax, I can feel how rigid you are from here.’’

“I can’t help it,’’ I whisper, following his lead by turning to face him.

“Everything will be okay, I promise.’’

“That’s not why I’m nervous,’’ I tell him honestly. “I’m scared that you’re going to hurt me again.’’ I leave out the part where I want to jump his bones, that with him just lying this close to me is pure torture for me.

“I didn’t want to hurt you the first time, Angel, I just wanted to protect you. I promised you I would show you how much you mean to me and I will. I don’t know where we’ll be in five years or if we’ll last, but I do know I like who I am when I’m with you. I can finally be myself without having to put on this easy, uncaring, joker personal in front of everyone. I’m