“It’s not dirty food, Violet. We just ate that food. Who gives a shit if it stays on the counter for a little bit? Maybe even until tomorrow.”
“You live your life your way and I live mine my way,” I said.
I reached for an empty container of rice and Mason’s hand shot from my side to the container. He slapped it out of my hand. Then he spun me around and pinned me against the counter, his body against mine.
“Something is on your mind,” he said. “I can sense it. You’re not telling me something.”
“It’s not my job to tell you everything. You don’t tell me everything.”
“You’re pissed that I left that morning. I went to the shop.”
“Not that early.”
“No, babe, I did. I went there and finished sleeping. Right at my desk.”
I made fists and put them to his chest and pressed. “And that’s why I hate you. All the things you do and say and then something like that…”
“Look. I said you deserved roses instead of some cheap flower. Okay? You went out with that dork to make me jealous.”
“It worked.”
“Yeah, it did. Looking back, I shouldn’t have done that. But I did. Just like popping that sweet cherry of yours. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that either.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want you to ever remember me.”
“What is wrong with you?”
I knew what was wrong. I read the notes. It was Kate. She hurt him. She did something to him. He wrote her letters, but never sent them to her.
“I told you many times already,” Mason said.
“Then why are you here again? You got what you wanted from me. And truthfully, I got what I wanted from you. I can go out with anyone I want, fuck anyone I want, and not feel guilty about it. So thanks for that.”
“No,” he growled. “That’s not how it works. I’m still here.”
“Then do something about it, Mason.”
I was pushing his buttons. If I couldn’t get him to talk to me then I could at least get him to touch me. Pleasure me. Savor me. Before it all would go to hell.
A second later, Mason put me right up on the counter. He was still taller than me. He leaned forward, his lips almost touching mine. Then he broke away and kissed my neck. Over and over, down and around to the other side. My hands moved over his shoulders and I clawed at his t-shirt, tearing at it. It made me hate him even more that he could just wear a t-shirt and look like a hot dream.
I preferred him without a shirt on though.
I pulled and Mason leaned back, letting the shirt come up and over his head. I threw his shirt to the kitchen floor. My hands slithered down his perfect chest. Over his nipples. Weird, but it all turned me on. My pointer finger slid across the tattooed date over his heart.
Then I looked into his eyes.
Was the date related to Kate somehow?
As though he could read my mind, he pulled me off the counter. Then his hands went to work, ripping at my clothes. He moved with such a fierce force I was afraid he was going to literally tear my clothes off. Before I could get my shirt off, he had my bra unsnapped. His hands touched my breasts, those big manly rough hands against my soft and warm skin. My hard nipples at the mercy of the palms of his hands.
Then he kept going. Opening my pants and sliding his hands into both my pants and panties. He stripped me down and made me step out, so I was then wearing nothing but an ankle high pair of white socks.
Mason put me right back on the counter. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled. I felt the swell of his cock pushing against his jeans between my legs. He held me at my ribs. It was fucking hot. So fucking hot. The size of his hands. The strength. The protection. The way I could break into him a little and make him jealous so he’d fuck me.
“Do it,” he said. “You want my cock that bad, Violet? Get it. Pull my fucking cock out of my jeans and stuff your precious cunt with it.”
He was so vile yet sexy. My head and heart were twisted in a big knot between right and wrong. I swung my left hand and slapped him across the face. Then I clawed at his face.
“I hate that word,” I said.
“What word? Precious?”
He grinned.
His dimples sliced through any sense of normalcy that begged to come forward. The angel that was supposed to be on my shoulder, telling me what to do for the better… that angel was even turned on by Mason.
I was so screwed.
I grabbed for his cock over his jeans. The monster in hiding, I quickly opened his jeans, both hands going in to pull him free. The second my fingers touched the steel skin of his shaft, I quivered between my thighs and let out a sigh.
I stroked him, loving his perfect cock.
I pulled at him, looking down, watching as I was the one guiding him to me. My left hand grabbed the edge of the counter. My right hand held his cock and placed him against me. I moved him up and down, feeling him rubbing my sensitive and tender skin. Pulling, he thrust, pressing at me, starting to enter me.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, watching as the head of his cock disappeared.
When I looked back up at him again, Mason put a hand to the back of my neck. He pulled me forward, his mouth crashing to mine. At the exact same moment, he fucked forward, plowing all of himself inside me.
I had a sensation that I was going to fall back so I threw my hands back on the counter. I punched all the containers off the counter to the floor. For the first time, I didn’t give a damn about the mess. Fuck the mess. I was a mess, right? Mason was a mess, too. But we were together. One big giant mess… that felt so fucking good.
He started to fuck me, pulling and pushing, no longer acting with forgiving care because of my tender body.
The kiss broke and Mason put his forehead to mine. His hands moved to the small of my back and he held me there. Our eyes were locked tight, me the only one making a sound as I couldn’t fight the urge to moan.
He was just too big and it just felt too good.
Mason grunted and snuck a kiss from me. “Fuck, Violet. You’re a drug to me. That’s why I fucking left that morning.”
His cock pounded in and out of me.
“Wh… oh… Mason…”
“You fucking heard me,” he said. Then he kissed my neck. “If I stay too close, I get more addicted.”
My legs were still locked tight around him. I pulled with the heels of my feet, wanting more. Demanding more.
Fuck me, Mason, fuck me harder…
Mason sank deep into me and then held there. One hand moved up my back and the other down to my ass. He then backed up, taking me with him. Next thing I knew he was walking me through my own apartment. While he was still inside me. With each step I felt a tingling sensation racing through me.
He took me to my bed and dropped me down, never exiting me.
That’s when he started to fuck me again. His right hand cupped my left breast. His other hand pressed against my hip.
The faster he fucked the more I felt him swelling.
My toes curled hard as my body ached with pleasure. The feeling was nothing I ever felt. Not even the first time with Mason. The way he fucked me, his hands grabbing me, he was perfect. Everything, that every little dirty fantasy of mine, come to life.
Mason grunted when he started to come, holding inside me, coming down to my body, his mouth moving over my right breast. He sucked hard as he pumped himself slower, working with the intense throb of his cock. I could feel him shooting inside me, his warm release mixing with mine. Clinging to me. The first man to ever do that.
Maybe Mason could be the only man… but I knew better than to fall into that trap.
Mason pulled back and thrust forward even harder.
His body collapsed down to mine. I threw my arms around him and was suddenly holding him. He buried his face into my neck, breathing heavy. His hot breath tickled my neck, making me shiver, making me clench against his cock.
“Oh,” I groaned. “Mason�
� that was so good.”
“I know,” he said, pushing himself up.
I grabbed at his muscular back. “No. Don’t. Don’t just run away.”
“Violet, this isn’t going to be…”
“I get it,” I said. The sex high was really starting to kick in. I felt floaty and free. I felt so happy and so damn good. Like nothing bad could ever happen. Except that I was with a man who was bad. “I get what you’re feeling.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked me.
He pulled his cock out of me, leaving me gasping, my legs shaking and tingling.
He stood at the bed, tall, strong, naked.
I felt exposed, but ready to take Mason on.
I pointed to his chest. “That tattoo. I think I get it now.”
“How so?”
“Mason… who is Kate?”
I took a risk and sometimes it didn’t pay off.
He stepped back and I swore every muscle in his beautiful body flexed up.
“No.”
“I wasn’t trying to find anything,” I said.
“When?”
“I was going to steal a pair of your boxers,” I said. “Because you stole a pair of my panties. I wanted to get back at you. I didn’t mean to find those letters.”
“Fuck,” Mason growled.
He was out of the room a second later.
I hurried to get up out of the bed. I grabbed a robe off the back of the door and threw it on. As I pulled it shut, exiting my bedroom, Mason already had one leg in his jeans.
“Mason,” I yelled. “You can’t just run.”
“Watch me,” he said.
“You can’t do this to me. I want to know.”
He put his jeans and looked at me. “You want to know? This is about you, Violet. You wanting something from me. That’s what it always has been. Want, want, want.”
“Just like you wanted me to hate you,” I said. “So you fucked with me. Pushed at me. Tried to torture me. But it didn’t work. Because you like me. You like being with me. I know you do. And you’re afraid to open up to me. You told me about your parents, but nothing else. Why? Who was Kate? Why are you writing her letters? What date is tattooed on you?”
“That’s none of your goddamn business, Violet,” Mason growled. “I don’t give a shit what you want. How’s that sound?”
Mason grabbed his t-shirt and flung it over his shoulder. He moved to the door and I didn’t even bother to try and stop him.
He tore open the door and looked back at me one last time.
“Please,” I begged. “Mason, please. I’m not trying to snoop. I… I care about you.”
“Go back to just hating me,” he said. “It’s easier that way in life.”
He left and slammed the door behind him.
I looked around the apartment. There was food on the floor. My body tingled with Mason’s sex. My heart spun. I was shaking.
I never hated and cared so much at once.
I didn’t want to know about Mason’s past just to know. I wasn’t that kind of woman.
I wanted to know so I could save him.
Save the man I was starting to seriously fall for.
23
Need a Ride
(Mason)
I held the letter in my hand. I didn’t need to fucking read it, I wrote the words. I folded it in half and tore it at the bend. I ripped the fucking thing in half and dropped it to the dresser. I then pushed away from the dresser and turned around, feeling an emptiness in my heart.
“Fuck,” I said.
I looked at my bed.
That’s why I shouldn’t have done any of it. The neighbor thing. The caring thing. Letting myself slip, even an inch, toward something that could resemble realness.
I spun around and grabbed the letter. I opened it and put it back together. I spent five minutes trashing every drawer in the kitchen until I found a roll of tape. I taped the letter back together and put it back in my drawer. Violet may have found a few of the letters, but she didn’t know about the boxes of them in my closet. A letter a week for years.
It was the only way I knew how to survive in life, waiting to just have it all end. Yeah, it was fucking greedy to wish for something that most people feared. But if I went…
I pushed the drawer shut and had to get out of the apartment.
Outside, I saw that Violet’s car was gone.
I guess it was working today.
I climbed on my motorcycle and took a ride. I wasted two hours with just me, two wheels, and a sense of freedom that felt like prison. I would have kept riding but Hunter called me.
There was a problem at the shop.
When I got to the shop, everyone was standing around like someone had died. Shit, that’s what I thought had happened. I did a headcount and realized all my boys were there.
That’s when Hunter handed me a letter.
“Leo,” he whispered. “He’s coming after you. Wants to sue you for physical harm.”
Sure enough it was a legal document. I crumbled the letter up and dropped it to the ground. I stepped on it and twisted my foot.
“Why does that require all of you out here?” I asked.
“We’re worried about you,” Andy said. “This could get serious.”
“I’ll let my legal team handle it,” Mason said.
“Already called the lawyer,” Hunter said. “And made copies of the letter you just destroyed. That was a copy, actually. Your lawyer has the original.”
“Thank you,” I said. “Now can everyone get back to fucking work? I don’t give a shit who sues me, us, whatever. I own the building. The land. Everything. And our word is in our work. So standing is wasting time, wasting work, and wasting our word. Got it?”
The boys all nodded and the group broke up.
I gave it a few seconds and then looked at Hunter. “How bad?”
“Bad,” Hunter said. “I think you’ll have a little fight ahead.”
“I have witnesses.”
“He wants to come after the business, too. No offense, that worries me more.”
“Then get me on the phone with my lawyer,” I said. “I think I have an idea, Hunter.”
I patted his shoulder and kept walking.
I got through the day as we had four motorcycles picked up. There was nothing like that feeling. Standing there and seeing the look on someone’s face when they got to see their new ride. All that time, effort, everything coming together at once. It was also nice to get the cash or check, too. It was a very busy day when it came to money. It would help to pay the damn legal mess that Leo wanted to cause me.
In my office, I sat on my desk and finally took a breath. I normally didn’t get emotionally involved with my work, but today seemed to be a little different. I blamed Violet for that. Pushing at me, cracking my shell a little. She hated me so much, but maybe I was the one who hated her a little.
Hunter came strolling into my office with his hands in his pockets. “Good day today, Mason.”
“Yeah.”
“I shouldn’t have said what I said before. In front of everyone.”
“What?”
“This thing with Leo. Saying it was bad. It’s not bad.”
“It’s bad,” I said. “I’m not going to risk losing the shop and you guys. I promise. I hit the fucker. I’ll stand up and say it. He wants to hit me personally, I can deal with it. But I’ll make sure that the business is protected.”
“Nothing will happen,” Hunter said. “I wanted the guys to see that if they do dumb shit…”
“Hitting that fat prick wasn’t dumb.”
“True. But I’d rather you take someone out than one of our guys.”
“That I can agree with.”
“Let’s close this thing up soon,” Hunter said.
“Dicky can shut her down,” I said. “I’m going for another ride. My mind is not here today.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
; “I’ve never seen you fucked up before. Anything you want to talk about?”
“Nothing,” I repeated. I grabbed my keys and left Hunter nothing more than a head nod.
I didn’t need to cut my heart open to everyone with a question, did I?
Fuck that.
I walked through the shop and checked on all my boys. Asked what they were working on. Giving input when needed. Admiring the smallest of details that made my shop the best in the state. And I ran the damn thing tight and with perfection.
Not for me.
For her.
To show her that I could become something. Even if she’d never see it.
Shit, walking around the shop with Kate’s name floating around in my mind was a dangerous thing.
I got my motorcycle and before I could start it, my phone started to ring.
When I saw Violet’s name on the screen, I did a double take.
I thought about ignoring the call. Proving my point to her. Push her away as much as I could.
But it was too late… I had already accepted the damn call.
“Violet,” I said.
“I’m stuck.”
“What?”
“My fucking car, Mason. I need a ride.”
“I bet you do, babe,” I said with a grin.
“Fuck off. You said you’d help…”
“That’s before you went rooting through my shit.”
“I have nobody else to call,” she said. “I’m right outside Devilson. Please.”
“So is that what we are? I’ll fix your car and then I’ll fuck you. Got that? Nothing-”
“I need to go!” she yelled. “I need a ride. Fuck, Mason, don’t be selfish!”
I laughed. “I’ll send someone to find you.”
“My father is in the hospital,” she blurted out.
Time stood still.
“What happened?”
That’s when I heard her sniffle.
Ah, shit, she was crying.
“He got hurt,” she said. “I have to go see him. Right now. And my fucking car won’t start again.”
“Violet, calm down,” I said. “Listen to me. Just stay right there. How serious is it?”
“My mother called and said that he got hurt at work,” Violet said. She was panicking. And she was alone. “She sounded upset. I know she doesn’t like hospitals and stuff. I have to be there.”
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