filling us in.
“Sounds like you’ve got it all figured out,” Jackson adds.
“Not quite everything. The guy I have lined up doesn’t really like me very much. I’m pretty good with his brother. We’re meetin’ this Friday. This takeover is goin’ to be hard as hell, but I need some help here.”
“What the hell could we help with? I’m not into that shit Mason,” Jackson tells him.
“I know, but I need a lookout guy.”
“So, I assume your club isn’t in on this?”
“No, like I said I can’t go to them. I went to my Prez and he didn’t like what I had to say. This happens then it’s all on me. I need to know that Whit is out of harm’s way. I need to know that whatever the fuck Armando did is done and over.” I gasp at his words.
“Don’t you dare do this for me,” I warn him. I pull out of his grasp and stand tall. My hands are on my hips. I glare daggers at him, but he just smirks at me.
“Don’t tell me what the fuck to do darlin’. I think we established that when we first met. Didn’t we?” I can see the challenge in his eyes, and I want to accept it. I want to take it and push him the way he does me. It wouldn’t do me any good, but still I want to try.
“No. Fuck that Mason. And fuck you. I told you I was nothing. Don’t treat me like I’m something. This shit between us will be over and none of it will matter anymore.” As I say the words I take a step away, but Mason leaps to his feet in front of me.
“This is nothin’? Is that what you really think?” he roars.
“Oh, shit,” Jackson mumbles.
“I know exactly what it is.”
“You think you know. You’re fuckin’ stupid Whit,” Mason hisses.
“This is going to end badly,” Jackson says softly.
“I’m just being honest here Mason. We fuck. It’s what we do,” I tell him.
“It’s what we do? That little talk we had before you lost your shit? That was nothin’.” Mason’s grinding his teeth and his jaw is clenched tight.
“You should stop while you still can Whit,” Jackson says under his breath.
“Listen to your boy Whit. You better stop this shit before it pisses me off.”
The way Mason growls should scare me, but all it does it make me wet. I don’t understand this thing between us. I don’t know what it is.
“I don’t listen to anyone. It all started with a fuck in an alley. That. Was. It.”
His eyes flicker with fire before he moves toward me. I can vaguely hear Jackson cursing behind me. Mason wraps one hand around my throat as he walks me backwards. My back hits the wall roughly when I hear Jackson shuffling out of the room. When I look up and meet Mason’s gaze my stomach drops.
“I’ve never felt a connection with anyone except for my sister. I never wanted to. I didn’t fuckin’ ask to find you. I didn’t ask for you to storm into my goddamn life and tear it apart, yet here you are. This is the fuckin’ hand we were dealt Whit. You can act like this means nothin’ to you, but I can’t. I will chase your ass to the other end of the world if I need to.”
I don’t get a chance to respond. Mason’s lips cover mine and his tongue searching for mine. The way he kisses me makes my knees weak. His hand stays around my throat, squeezing tightly. The ache inside of me is overwhelming.
Chapter 25
Mason
She drives me fucking insane. Everything about her makes me want to slap the shit out her while fucking her senseless. Letting her neck go I move my hands down to her hips, sliding them under the hem of her shirt I’m fucking relieved there is nothing beneath it.
“I’m gonna fuck you right here. Right now. I’m not stoppin’ for a goddamn condom and I don’t give two shits if you give a shit,” I warn her.
I unbuckle my jeans quickly and shove them and my boxers to the floor. I lift Whit in my arms and wrap her legs around me. Her eyes dance with uneasiness, but I don’t give her the chance to voice her concerns even though they are clearly seen in her eyes. I push inside of her like she is a high I can’t get enough of. Whitley moans as I fill her. I