would go check it out, but I don’t think I can weather that much testosterone,” I giggle.
Grabbing Carla a beer, I set it in front of her when the door flies open again. Mason’s face is red with anger. He moves toward the door crossing his arms over his chest. Joe comes out next and his eyes are on fire as well.
“Go with Mason. I’ve got the bar the rest of the night,” Joe says.
I’m about to protest, but Joe throws his hand up to stop me. Rolling my eyes, I grab my bag from under the counter and storm around the bar. As soon as I stop in front of Mason he leans down and kisses me roughly. His fingers dance around to the back of my neck and pull me deeper into the kiss. My mouth parts and his tongue seeks mine out. I let him have his moment, but we will be talking about this little caveman moment he just had.
Chapter 21
Mason
I pace the living room of her apartment dragging my hand through my hair. I’m letting my anger get the best of me and I can’t seem to stop. Whit went to take a shower and I almost went with her, but there is too much on my mind right now. Someone fumbling at the front door sets off the panic button inside of me. I grab my gun and turn to see Jackson walking in. He screams like a girl alerting the whole goddamn floor that something is wrong. The bathroom door flies open and a very naked Whitley comes running out.
“What the fuck happened? What the hell is going on?” she screams while looking between the two of us. My eyes roam over her wet body, but my arms remain stiff with the gun still pointed at Jackson.
“He was about to jump me,” Jackson whines to her. I smirk, lower my gun, and stuff it back into my jeans.
“I wasn’t gonna jump him,” I say never taking my eyes off of her. She slowly pulls her gaze to mine and her breath catches in her throat.
“So, you always pull a gun on someone when you’re in their apartment?” she questions with those big eyes glaring up at me.
“No, not always. Only when I know there is a piece of shit out there tryin’ to get close to you,” I inform her. Her eyes narrow, but she knows who I’m talking about.
“What is he talking about? Who is trying to get close to you Whit? What in the fuck is going on?” Jackson roars.
“Yeah Whit. Why don’t you tell your friend who it is?”
Her eyes burn holes into me. Those daggers she’s sending my way are dangerous.
“I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about,” she says turning back to Jackson. His eyes roam her body much like mine just did. I want to rip his heart out of his chest.
“You know exactly who I’m talkin’ about.”
I step toward her and her body becomes aware of mine. The slight shiver that I see go over her and the way she crosses her arms over her chest to hide those perky tits; begging to be sucked are a pure give away. Reaching up I let my finger trail a line from her collarbone to her neck. She visibly shudders when I hook my hand around her nape and pull her toward me. Whit stumbles and lands in my arms. She’s just where I want her.
“Put some clothes on darlin’. It’s gonna be a long night.” Whitley drags her eyes to mine with a pissed off glint dancing in them.
“You can’t make me do shit Mason,” she snaps. I chuckle.
“I can and I will. Go get your fuckin’ clothes on before I fuck you over the couch while your little friend watches,” I growl. I release the hold I have on her before she turns and hurries into her room. When I look back over to Jackson, the poor bastard is standing there with his mouth hanging open.
“You got a beer?” I ask. He nods but doesn’t look at me. I chuckle and head into the kitchen. I open the fridge and pull three beers out. When I turn around he’s standing right there behind me.
“How the hell did you get her to listen to you? She doesn’t do a damn thing she’s told. Ever.”
The confused look on his face is almost amusing. Shrugging, I pass him a beer before I head back into the living room.