Mason (Trinity Academy Book 2)

by Michelle Heard

  My eyes instantly find hers and seeing them blaze with the same need, makes me move faster. I reach for her jeans and unbutton them. When the sound of the zipper going down makes her lips part, my tongue darts out, and I lick at her bottom lip before I suck it into my mouth.

  As we rip each other’s clothes off, our kisses turn hungry, and our breaths mingle between sucking and biting. The moment I have her naked, I grab her thighs and lift her up.

  She wraps her legs around my waist, and bringing her hands to my jaw, she drags her nails over the stubble.

  “Who knew you’ve been hiding a fucking sexy body under the layers of clothes,” I breathlessly say.

  I push her against the wall, and our bodies press together. Feeling her hot as fuck curves against me, has me running my hands over her sides and hips, greedy to memorize every inch.

  “Fuck me, Mason,” she orders, her eyes daring me to disobey.

  The corner of my mouth lifts because this woman… this woman is one of a kind. She has more guts than most of the guys I know.

  “This is the only time I’ll ever listen to you.” My voice is low and gravely, and when a smile curves around her mouth, I push my left hand between her legs and brush a finger over her opening.

  Fuck, she’s wet.

  Tapping her against her thigh, I grumble, “Legs down.”

  She lets them slide, and as I kneel down, I take in the fucking amazing view of her breasts, her nipples hard.

  “Open your legs,” I order as I exhale a hot breath over her trimmed dark curls.

  A grin slips over my face as she does what I say. I dive in and immediately begin to lap and suck at her clit.

  “Holy crap,” the words explode from her as her hands first fumble in my hair before she grabs fistfuls. “Ma-sss-on.” Her breath catches as I drive a finger into her while scraping my teeth over her clit.

  Her hands tighten in my hair, and I suck hard while I massage her inner walls.

  “F-f-f-uck,” she keeps gasping as if she can’t remember how to breathe, and then there’s silence as her body begins to shudder.

  Raising to my feet, my eyes drink in the sight of her parted lips, her hooded eyes, and her flushed cheeks as she comes on my finger while I massage her clit with my palm.

  When she sucks in a breath of air as if I kept her underwater for a minute, I pull my finger out of her and bring it to my mouth. Coating my lips with her arousal, I smirk when her eyes follow the movement.

  I don’t have to tell her what to do because her eyes come up to mine as her tongue darts out and she swipes it first over my top lip before she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth.

  Fuck. This mouth of hers…

  I pull back, and my voice sounds as if it’s been put through a shredder as I ask, “Condom or pill?”

  “Pill,” she whispers. “Clean?”

  “Tested. You?”

  “Just fuck me already. My virginity is about to grow back,” she sasses me.

  I let out a chuckle as I take hold of her legs, lifting her up again. When her legs wrap around me, I grab hold of her ass with my left hand while using my right to position my cock at her entrance.

  Our eyes lock, and I growl, “Hold on tight.”

  Kingsley wraps her arms around my neck, and as I enter her with one hard push, her grip on me tightens as her breath explodes from her.

  Feeling her warmth around me makes a shudder ripple through my body.

  Chapter 11

  Kingsley

  His eyes… they’re filled with nothing but burning desire.

  Mason Chargill.

  Badass.

  The CRC heir everyone fears.

  And right now he’s inside of me. His eyes are on me. He’s breathless because of me.

  Pressing my mouth to his, one last thought drifts through me as he pulls out – he tastes like me. He thrusts back into me, hard and fast.

  There’s nothing gentle about this man.

  He’s a fighter, a hater, a fucker.

  Needing air, I break the kiss. I only suck in a couple of breaths of air before Mason grabs a fistful of my hair, and yanking me forward, our mouths crash together. His teeth nip at my lips, and his tongue fights with mine while his thrusts grow harder and deeper.

  Damn, this man. His kisses are as intense as his fights.

  When a moan drifts from me, it makes him push harder, his thick erection stretching and massaging nerves within me, I didn’t even know existed.

  With his rough kisses and the way he moves in and out of me, it feels like he’s trying to devour me.

  And it feels soooo good.

  It’s not love.

  It’s not even hate.

  It’s taking and giving what we need most at this moment.

  Another human’s touch.

  A mutual understanding that it’s okay to take without making promises.

  “Fuck,” the word rushes into my mouth as his grip on me hardens, and he drives into me with every bit of his strength, making his muscles contract while he practically sets me alight from all the pleasure.

  I let out a moan as another orgasm begins to build, and when it sweeps through me, it’s so damn intense, it rips a cry from me.

  Mason’s body begins to tremble, and I watch as the muscles in his neck strain and his shoulders tense under my hands.

  “Fuck, Hunt,” he groans, pushing so deep inside me, that it makes ripples of residual pleasure trickle through me.

  He empties himself with short thrusts until he ends with a final hard push which shifts my body up the wall. I drink in every inch of his face, from his smoldering eyes to his clenched jaw, while listening to the rapid breaths bursting from him.

  As we come down from the high, his eyes meet mine one last time. I see the thoughts returning and how he struggles to find the right thing to say.

  Feeling the need to save him, I pull my hands back from his shoulders. “As hot as that was, I need to get to the bathroom.”

  The corner of his mouth pulls up, and for a moment, his eyes soften.

  Thank you, Hunt.

  The words are written all over his face, a tender look making me drop my legs, and forcing him to slip out of me.

  When I walk away from him, I say, “I have a sexy ass. You should stare at it while you can.”

  I hear his chuckle as I disappear into my bedroom, and then I’m freaking speed walking while trying to clench my legs together.

  Yeah, the not so sexy part after sex. Fun.

  I catch sight of myself in the bathroom mirror and let out a snort of laughter.

  Smooth, Kingsley. Real smooth. You look like a damn penguin.

  Mason

  I get dressed while I wait for Kingsley to finish in the bathroom. When I’m done, I gather her clothes from the floor and hearing the bathroom door open, I walk toward her bedroom.

  My mind is still racing to catch up with what just happened.

  Walking into the room, I see Kingsley’s put on a bathrobe, so I set her clothes down on the bed.

  I’m not used to feeling out of my depth, but this is a new experience for me, and I’m not quite sure how to handle it.

  I’ve never angry fucked anyone before, and even though worry begins to stir in the back of my mind, I’ll be the first to admit it was hot.

  But she’s Layla’s best friend. She’s a part of our group.

  “I’ll let you out,” Kingsley saves me from having to be the first to speak.

  We walk to the front door, but before she can open it, I do another thing I’ve never done before. Taking hold of the back of her neck, I pull her to my chest. I’m not the hugging kind, so instead, I press a kiss to the top of her head.

  Fuck. This is going to be all kinds of awkward.

  Yeah, you can say that again. You went balls deep into this mistake.

  Was it really a mistake, though?

  Kingsley pulls back and grins at me. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s time for you to leave. A girl needs he
r beauty sleep.”

  Thanks for understanding.

  I was wrong about you. You’re actually badass.

  You blew my mind.

  I can’t bring myself to say any of those lines. I move my hand to her face and cupping her cheek, I brush my thumb over her lips.

  This mouth of yours…

  She opens the door, and I pull my arm back, then walk out of her room. Not looking back, I leave her building and head straight for mine.

  When I walk into the suite, Lake glances up from his phone, where he’s lying on the couch.

  “You only got back now?” he asks.

  “Ah… yeah,” I lie. “I had two proposals to look at.” I move toward my room. “I’m going to sleep. G’night.”

  “See you tomorrow,” he says, turning his attention back to his phone.

  I shower and get ready for bed, my mind still humming from having sex with Kingsley.

  When my light is off, and I’m staring up at the dark ceiling, the worries start to come.

  How am I going to handle this tomorrow?

  Fuck. Things are going to be so damn awkward between us.

  Was it a mistake?

  The memories replay in my mind, the feel of her soft skin and sexy curves.

  Shit. I let out a breath as arousal begins to warm my body again.

  She’s no longer just Kingsley, that’s for sure.

  Aww… fuck, how am I going to look her in the eyes without picturing her perfect tits, her absolutely fuckable ass…

  Damn, that ass…

  When she walked away from me, I wanted to sink my teeth into it.

  I let out a groan and grabbing hold of my pillow, I yank it from under my head and shove it over my face.

  “Fu-uuck! I’m so fucking fucked.”

  Kingsley

  I’m laying in bed with a grin spread over my face.

  Mason was so awkward after we had sex. The poor guy was at a loss for words.

  My smile fades when I remember how he pulled me to his chest, and the kiss to the top of my head. It was so sweet, and something I never expected from Mason. And when he brushed his thumb over my lips, a tender look flashed over his face.

  The sex was crazy hot and heavy, and Mason is by far the most generous lover I’ve ever had.

  Not that I’ve had a truckload full, but let’s face it, Mason did make me orgasm twice. He didn’t just take what he needed, only to leave me wanting. He gave and gave until my body was sated.

  The grin quickly returns when an image of his naked body flashes through my mind. Ye-aaah, the man has been blessed in many ways. Abs for days. Shoulders… holy hell his shoulders.

  I let out a moan when I remember the feel of his cock, thrusting inside of me. It might as well be a freaking magic wand because he sure created all kinds of magic with it.

  “Breathe, Kingsley. You’re about to overheat.”

  I turn onto my side, hugging my pillow to me.

  Before tonight, I was still apprehensive around Mason, but after the fight and sex, I now know his bark might sound vicious, but his bite is the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt.

  Chapter 12

  Kingsley

  I’ve made the call to my insurance company, and after writing all the details down on a sticky note, I head over to Mason’s suite so I can give it to him.

  Sure, I can text him the information, but there’s no fun in doing that.

  I knock on the door, and when Lake opens, I smile at him. “Morning. I just have something to give Mason.”

  “Sure.” He lets me in, giving me a curious look, then he yells, “Mace!”

  “What?” Mason shouts back, and seconds later he comes walking out of his room, only wearing a pair of sweatpants.

  It’s physically impossible for me to not grin. Mason’s eyes land on me, and he stops dead in his tracks which has me struggling to not crack up.

  I clear my throat as I walk to him, and with a straight face, I hold out the sticky note for him to take. “I called my insurance. Here are the details.”

  “Insurance?” Lake asks, his eyes darting between Mason and me.

  Mason takes the note and stares at it for quite some time, then he mumbles, “You could’ve texted me.”

  I press my lips together so I don’t tell him it wouldn’t have been any fun. Unlike the absolute delight I’m having at seeing his discomfort.

  “Guys,” Lake says, “Insurance?”

  “Oh, we had an accident,” I say.

  Mason tilts his head, his eyes narrowing as he glares at me.

  I quickly add, “It was my fault.”

  “But you’re both okay?” Lake asks, his eyes sharpening as he looks at us.

  “Yeah, Mason was a bit upset. He yelled. I apologized.” I shrug.

  Mason lets out a breath he was holding, a look of relief crossing his features.

  Then I add, “Then he apologized. He even got down on his knees.”

  Mason coughs, and under his breath, he hisses, “Shut up, Hunt.”

  Working hard to keep a straight face, I finish by saying, “It was the best apology ever, so all’s forgiven.” I walk to the door, so I can let myself out. “See you guys later.”

  My eyes water as I rush to the elevator, and the second I step inside, I have to grab hold of the wall to keep myself from sinking to the floor as I crack up.

  That was the best conversation I’ve had in a long time.

  Oh, God, the poor man. I’m enjoying this way too much.

  Mason

  “Down on your knees?” Lake asks, wagging his fucking eyebrows at me.

  It feels like I just watched a trainwreck happen. Her mouth just kept going.

  “Ignore her,” I mutter. “She must still be in shock.”

  Lake lets out a bark of laughter. “From what? Seeing the size of your –”

  I lunge at the fucker and wrapping an arm around his neck in a chokehold, I warn, “Don’t even finish that sentence.”

  Lake taps at my arm. “Can’t… laugh… breathe.”

  Letting go of him, he goes down and rolls onto his back as he cracks up.

  “You… You’re… Fffffffffff.”

  I shake my head at him, watching him practically cry at my expense.

  “Fffff…” he gasps for air and finally squeezes the words out, “Fuck frenemies.”

  Shaking my head, I begin to laugh. How can I not when Lake’s about to piss himself, and then he says that.

  Fuck frenemies.

  If it weren’t for the awkwardness between us, I’d definitely like to get Kingsley naked again.

  The door opens, and Falcon comes into the suite, with Layla right behind him. They both stop and stare at Lake.

  “What’s he laughing about?” Falcon asks.

  Lake points a shaking finger at me, and thank God the dude is struggling to breathe because he can’t get a fucking word out.

  “He saw a funny video on YouTube,” I say, and crouching down next to Lake, I grab his arm and pull him to his feet. Keeping hold of Lake, I drag him toward my room.

  “You’re lying,” Falcon replies, a smile curving around his mouth.

  I push Lake into my room and say, “I’ll tell you later.” Shutting the door behind us, I turn to Lake. “Fucker.”

  Lake manages to calm down enough to say, “We need to talk.” His eyes are still a watery mess, and every couple of seconds laughter bubbles over his lips. “How did it happen?”

  “What do you mean, how did it happen?” I grumble and walking over to my bed, I sit down and lean back against the headboard.

  Lake comes to sit next to me. “Well, normally when a man and a wo –”

  I grab a pillow and smack him hard, then I snap, “It just fucking happened.”

  Lake chuckles but then gathers himself. “Okay, let’s be serious now.”

  “Yeah, sure, like that will ever fucking happen,” I joke.

  “No, for real, let’s be serious. So, you and Kingsley had… ah… the two o
f you…?”

  “Yes, Lake. I fucked Hunt,” I admit.

  My door flies open, and Falcon darts in, whispering, “You had sex with Kingsley?” He peeks out into the living room, probably checking to see where Layla is, then he looks back to me. “You are lucky Layla’s using the restroom. Keep it down. We’ll be out of here in five minutes.” He points a finger at me. “We’re so talking about this later.”

  He rushes back out, a smile spreading over his face. “You ready?” he asks Layla while he pulls the door shut behind him.

  I stare at the shut door, and mumble, “Well, that just happened.”

  Lake begins to wheeze next to me. “You’ve written me into your will, right?”

  Letting out a heavy breath, I turn my head to Lake. “Yes, Lake. If Falcon kills me tonight, you inherit everything.”

  Lake pats me on the shoulder and giving me a fake- ass solemn look, he says, “I’ll miss you, buddy.”

  “Fuck off.”

  I’ve been looking all over campus for Kingsley.

  She and I need to have a talk about the fucking bomb she dropped before hightailing her ass out of the suite.

  I’m walking back toward her dorm, when I see her coming from the parking area, swinging a huge bag.

  She looks so carefree.

  She’s been running circles in my mind all day, turning me fucking inside out.

  I’ve never really looked at her. She was always just Kingsley.

  But when I reach the entrance first, I stare at her.

  I take in the sneakers on her feet, the jeans which have a huge-ass hole above her knee, and the sweater that’s easily two sizes too big for her.

  She has earbuds in her ears, listening to something that’s making her smile. Her hair hangs loosely down her shoulders, and there’s no makeup on her face.

  Yeah, she’s pretty in her own way, but she’s still not my type.

  So why did I fuck her?

  Kingsley looks up, and when her eyes land on me, the smile on her face turns into a mischievous grin. She stops in front of me, and her eyes meet mine.