Mason (Trinity Academy Book 2)

by Michelle Heard

  After a while, she gets up again and holds out her hand to me. “Give me the key.”

  Bringing my hand to my face, I wipe tiredly over my eyes before I say, “Neither of us is leaving this room until we’ve resolved this.”

  “Seriously?” She crosses her arms. “It’s resolved, Mason. I won’t be in a committed relationship with a guy who can’t trust me.”

  Before I can open my mouth to tell her she misunderstood about the NDA, she continues, “I have to ask,” her voice begins to tremble, and I hate when her eyes start to shine, “Have I ever given you any reason to not trust me? Yes, we’ve only known each other for a couple of months, but when have I ever done anything to make you doubt my character?”

  “Hunt,” I say, trying to get her to shut up for a second.

  “Have you heard me tell people we slept together?”

  “Kingsley, shut up,” I snap, just needing a fucking second.

  “It really hurts, Mason. I had to trust you with my life twice, and you want me to sign a document?”

  “Woman! Shut the fuck up so I can just get a moment to speak!” I shout.

  Her eyes widen, but at least she’s quiet.

  “I never said I want you to sign a fucking NDA.”

  She begins to blink as if she still doesn’t understand what I’m saying.

  “Did you hear what I just said?” I let out a frustrated breath. “I was just telling you about the fucking document, but I never said I didn’t trust you and you had to sign it.”

  “You didn’t?” she asks, the anger draining from her face and leaving her with a look of embarrassment. She lifts her shoulders and pulls an awkward face. “Oops.”

  “Oops?” I let out a heavy breath. “You just lost your shit and oops?”

  Kingsley glances down at her hands where she’s wringing them, then she whispers, “I’m sorry. I really thought you wanted me to sign the thing.”

  “Then I would’ve had you sign it before I fucked you the first time,” I remind her.

  “True.” Her shoulders slump, and she looks downright miserable. “Trust me to ruin the moment.”

  “Can I touch you now?” I ask to make sure it’s safe. “Or are you going to slap me again?”

  Looking apologetic, Kingsley does this fucking cute thing with her mouth where she presses her lips together and glances up at me with huge blue eyes. “I’m sorry I slapped you.”

  “And you won’t do it again.”

  Her lips begin to lift at the side, but only slightly. “I won’t do it again.”

  When I don’t move, she places her hands behind her back and takes two steps closer to me.

  “Are you trying to get out of trouble by being cute?” I ask, the corner of my mouth lifting.

  She nods, then darts forward and grabbing hold of my sweater, she eagerly looks up. “Is it working?”

  I let out a chuckle. “I have to say, I’m surprised by that temper of yours.” Moving a hand around her, I press my hand to her lower back so she’ll move closer to me. “First you knee the fucker, and then you let me have it.”

  Her shoulders slump again.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispers again.

  “How sorry?” I ask, my lips curving into a grin.

  “Very.” Kingsley glances up at me, and when she sees the grin, relief washes over her face.

  “Show me,” I whisper.

  She places her hands on my shoulders and standing on her toes, she stretches but only manages to press a kiss to my chin.

  “Is that it?” I ask, totally taking advantage of the moment.

  Kingsley gets a mischievous look and taking hold of my hand she pulls me toward the bed. I begin to laugh when she gets onto the mattress and stands on it. I have to look up at her, which has her wagging her eyebrows at me.

  Lifting her hand to my face, she brushes her fingers over the skin where she slapped me, then leaning down she presses a kiss to the spot.

  I move forward and wrap my arms around her ass, hugging her to me.

  Framing my face with her hands, she begins to press kisses all over it. When she reaches my mouth, she stops, and meeting my eyes, she whispers, “Do you still want to be in a relationship with this crazy chick?”

  Smiling, I nod. “Your crazy plays well with my crazy.”

  My words make her smile, and then she skims her mouth over mine. It’s soft touches until I need more, and I have to take over.

  I lower an arm to her legs and pull them from under her. She lets out a playful shriek as she falls back onto the bed, then she scoots up so I can lie down next to her. I rest my head on my palm and bring my other hand to her face.

  Tracing the outline of her mouth, I say, “I like you, Hunt.”

  Her mouth curves up under my finger. “Yeah? You don’t want to strangle me anymore?”

  I shake my head.

  “I like you, too.”

  “Yeah? I don’t scare you anymore?”

  Her smile is filled with a warmth which lights up her eyes as she wraps her arms around my neck. “No, how can I be scared of you after you saved my life twice?”

  “Maybe I saved you so I could torture you,” I tease as I lean down. Lightly biting her bottom lip, I suck it into my mouth before I let it go.

  “Yeah?” She wiggles closer to me. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to like whatever torture you have in mind for me.”

  “Hmm… kinky,” I groan.

  She pulls back, and her eyes widen. “Hold on. We’re not talking about whips and shit, right?”

  “Hunt, the only thing touching your ass will be my hand, so don’t push it. I will throw you over my knee.”

  She actually thinks about it, which has me looking at her with surprise. “You like the idea of me spanking you?”

  “Ahh… uhm…” she stammers, her cheeks flushing pink. “I didn’t say that.”

  I brush my mouth teasingly over hers. “Oh, you didn’t have to say a word, your reaction was answer enough.”

  Chapter 23

  Kingsley

  “I missed my class,” I whisper between kisses.

  Mason lifts his head and glances at his watch, then shrugs. “I’ll help you catch up on the work you’re missing.”

  “Yeah?” I smile at him.

  “Yeah.”

  “Can I ask you a question?” I hope he won’t take it the wrong way, but it’s something I’m really worried about.

  “Sure,” he replies, resting his head on his palm again so he can look at me.

  Lowering my eyes from his, I reach for his sweater by his abs and begin to fiddle with the fabric. “Are you sure you like me? You don’t just feel pity because I almost died?”

  When he doesn’t say anything, I dart a glance up at him, and seeing the frown on his face, I begin to ramble, “It’s just you really hated me and then it just suddenly changed. I –”

  Mason moves over me, and I have to open my legs to accommodate him. He braces his arms on either side of my head, and tilting his head, he says, “Now that I have your full attention before you start rambling, and I don’t get a word in.” I glance to the side because I’m feeling anxious about his answer. “I never hated you to begin with.”

  Slowly, I bring my eyes back to his, and when I see an affectionate look softening his features, I feel a fluttering of hope.

  “When we met, I was a mess. I think I liked you from the start and I just didn’t know how to process it.”

  A slight smile begins to pull at my mouth.

  “Kingsley,” hearing him say my name makes my heart expand and tingles spread over my body, “seeing you just lie there, with no heartbeat?” He lowers his head and buries his face in my neck. “That was one hell of a wake-up call,” he whispers, his breath fanning over my skin.

  I lift my arms and wrap them around him, hugging him tightly.

  “That’s when I realized I needed to see your smile again. I needed to hear you sassing me.”

  He lifts his head, and for a moment, hi
s eyes just drift over my face. “I needed to see your beautiful face again.”

  A grin widens the slight smile on my face. “You think I’m beautiful?”

  “In a very different way than anyone else.” He brings a hand to my face and brushes his fingers along the side of my eye and down to my jaw. “There was a moment I thought you were going to die, and it felt like someone ripped the sun right from the sky. Your beauty is bright. It’s cheerful and warm, and that’s why I struggled to get along with you in the beginning.”

  I hesitate, not wanting to upset him, but he notices it, and smiling, he says, “Spit it out. I can see you want to say something.”

  “I overheard you telling Lake that I reminded you of your sister.” I pull a face. “Yeah, saying it out loud…” I cringe a little.

  To my surprise, he lets out a chuckle. “Babe, you look nothing like Jennifer. She had blonde hair, so I’m more likely to see a resemblance between her and Layla.”

  I let out a breath of relief. “Thank God.”

  “She was full of life. She always saw the positive side of everything. Like you, she thought everything was unicorns farting glitter and butterflies shitting all over the flowers.”

  I crack up, and after a couple of seconds, I tap at his back. “Off… can’t… breathe.”

  When he rolls off me, and he just watches me laugh with a smile on his face, my laughter fades because there’s really not a more attractive man out there.

  I sit up and moving onto my knees, I frame his face with my hands. “Do you have any idea how hot you are?”

  The sexy smirk pulls at his lips.

  Nodding, I grin, “Especially when you smirk like that.”

  There’s a playful glint in his eyes as he bites his bottom lip.

  I let out a dreamy sigh, “Now I’m just going to have to jump your bones.”

  He moves onto his back and pulls me closer, so I’m straddling him. “Yeah?”

  I nod as I lean down and press a kiss to his jaw.

  “There’s one specific bone I’d like for you to focus on,” he teases.

  “Mmmh…” I brush my mouth down to his neck and letting my tongue dart out, I swirl it in a circle over his pulse.

  “That’s it. Get naked right now,” he growls as he grabs hold of my hips and moves me off of him.

  When he reaches for my shorts, I say, “I’ve got this. Get rid of your own clothes.”

  Grabbing hold of the hem of my sweater, I pull it over my head.

  Mason gets off the bed and my hands still behind my back where I’m unclasping my bra.

  Watching him drag his sweater and t-shirt off brings a huge smile to my face. I didn’t get a good look at him the last time we had sex, so I’m not missing out on this opportunity to stare.

  Ripped. Golden skin. Freaking paradise.

  His movements slow down as he reaches for his pants. I tilt my head and my tongue darts out, wetting my lips when he moves even slower as he pulls the zipper down.

  Happy trail. V line. Hot damn.

  My eyes are still glued to the hard lines on his lower abdomen when he steps out of his pants, shoes, and socks.

  Darting forward, he shoves me onto my back. “I can see you’re a little preoccupied so I’ll just undress you,” he teases as he pushes a hand under my back and unclasps my bra. He pulls it off me and throws it to the side.

  He yanks my boots off before moving to my shorts. Undoing the button on my shorts, he says, “I was serious. These are going to the trash.”

  “Which means you’ll never see me in them again.” I wag my eyebrows when he stops to actually think about it.

  “Fine, you can wear them but only for me to see.”

  I grin because his possessiveness makes me feel special.

  He pulls my shorts off and tossing the fabric over his shoulder, his eyes freeze on me. “You were serious?”

  I forgot about the not wearing underwear comment earlier.

  He tilts his head and snaps his eyes up to mine. “I think I totally underestimated you.”

  I nod. “That’s for sure.”

  Placing his hands on my hips, his touch moves upward until he cups my breasts.

  I lower my eyes to where he’s touching me, and I watch as he begins to caress my body as if he’s trying to memorize the feel of it.

  He leans forward and presses a kiss to my stomach, then another to the swell of my breast over my heart. Lying down on my right, he whispers, “Turn on your side with your back to me.”

  Okay?

  I do as he asks, and he pushes his arm in under my head while pulling me back against his body.

  “Are we seriously going to take a nap now?” I ask, but then my eyes widen, as his right hand slips around my front and he cups me between my legs. “Oh…” He presses a kiss to my shoulder, and another beneath my ear before he lightly bites my earlobe. “Ohh…”

  He pushes a finger inside me but then pulls it back out only to rub circles around my opening.

  “Love how wet you are for me, Hunt.”

  “So, take the damn plunge already,” I growl when he keeps rubbing all around, except for where I want him.

  He chuckles and brushes his lips over my neck, then his voice rumbles, “You want me to thrust my finger inside you?”

  My breaths come faster, and I have to swallow the urgent need down. “Desperately.”

  “Mmmh,” he hums against my skin. “Not desperate enough.”

  I move my hands down but the instant I touch his wrist, he growls, “No, Hunt. Bring your hands up.”

  “This is torture,” I groan.

  He chuckles. “Exactly.”

  Mason

  Her body begins to writhe against mine, but I keep the pressure even as I purposely avoid her clit and opening.

  “Mace,” she gasps, fisting the covers with her left hand while reaching back with her right, and grabbing hold of my hair. “I’m about to reach DEFCON one, and you’ll lose your hair,” she threatens me.

  “So, you’re still at level two?” I tease, and then I slightly dip my finger inside of her again.

  “Was.” She gasps for air and grinds her ass against my cock while she tightens her fist in my hair. “One… crap… definitely one.”

  My eyes drift over her body, and fuck, it’s a breathtaking sight. I push my finger inside her as my eyes return to her parted lips. I watch as the breaths explode from her, and when I flatten my palm against her clit, she arches into me as a moan escapes her.

  Her body convulses as the orgasm hits, and I push my finger in as far as I can, then curl it.

  “Shit,” she gasps, and her body tightens, and she stops breathing for a second, looking like an angel suspended in a moment of ecstasy.

  Pulling my hand away, I bring it to my cock and pushing her more onto her stomach, I force her legs open with mine. I press a kiss to her shoulder blade as I position myself at her entrance, and then grab hold of her hip as I thrust inside of her.

  She lets out another gasp, tightening her grip on the covers. I pull my arm from under her head and brace myself on my elbow as I pull out, then drive back inside of her.

  When she comes down from her orgasm, and her ass begins to grind against me again, I move my hand back between her legs, and rub her clit, increasing the pressure on it every time I thrust inside her.

  “I can’t,” she whispers breathlessly. “Too intense.”

  I press a kiss against her shoulder again, then bite her lightly. My hips keep moving, driving into her harder and faster as I feel my own orgasm build.

  “Mason,” she moans. “I…”

  I pinch her clit as I thrust hard into her until my pelvis is flush with her ass. Pleasure rushes over my body, and it forces my hips to move. The sound of our skin connecting mixes with Kingsley’s cry as she orgasms again, and the sound makes me slam inside of her until her breaths are nothing but gasps and moans.

  My body shudders against her as I empty myself inside her, and only then do I let
go of her clit. I bring my hand to her breast, and cupping it, I press breathless kisses over her shoulder and neck while my movements slow down to lazy plunges as we both come down from our highs.

  When she finally catches her breath, she says, “I think you broke my vagina.”

  I begin to laugh and quickly pull out of her. “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

  I turn her over onto her back and press a kiss to her mouth. Lifting my head, our eyes meet, and it feels like a tender moment passes between us.

  It’s something I haven’t felt before.

  It makes my feelings of protectiveness for this woman spread to my heart. I want to be the only one to hold her, to kiss her, to fuck her.

  I’ve never felt greed before today, not until I realized I don’t want to share her smiles with anyone. I don’t want to share her.

  “What’s that look for?” she whispers as she brings her hand to my arm.

  She begins to draw random patterns on my shoulder while I search for the right words.

  Chapter 24

  Kingsley

  The sex was mindblowing, but right now, the look on his face has me holding my breath and my heart beating over time.

  My hand stills on his shoulder when he remains silent.

  “Mace?” I whisper, wondering where his mind is at.

  “It’s nothing,” he says, and I can see the smile is forced as it forms around his mouth.

  Needing to use the bathroom, I pull away from him, and I struggle not to squeeze my legs together, but the second I’m in the bathroom, I shut the door and run for the toilet.

  I use the moment to think about Mason’s weird behavior. The look on his face was something similar to love. Was that only my post-orgasmic bliss imagining things?

  I finish up and wash my hands. When I reach for the bathrobe, an apprehensive feeling skitters down my spine.

  I pull on the robe and take a deep breath before I open the door. I can’t make myself take a step forward when my eyes fall on Mason where he’s dragging his sweater on. When he’s done, he picks up my clothes from the floor and set them down on the bed, and then only does he look at me.