by Hannah Gray
I love getting him like this. It turns me on more than anything, having the control. That’s one thing with me: I like to be in control. Maybe that’s why we work; he lets me take the reins. Emotionally, we might not have the strongest connection, but the sex is always good.
I push him down onto the bed. Grabbing a condom from my nightstand, I rip it open with my teeth and roll it down over his length. I slowly sink down on him, pulling my dress up just enough to give me room. I begin to move up and down. Throwing my head back, I feel my hair brushing my lower back. Maverick takes a handful of it and tugs. Our bodies move together while we both moan and pant.
“Fuck, baby, you keep riding me like that, and I’m not going to be able to last much longer,” he growls out.
I pick up my pace and thrust my breasts into his face. Needing his mouth on them. He devours one, and before long, the tingling starts in my lower stomach until it makes its way down. Then, we’re both riding out our orgasm, breathing heavily.
Climbing off of him, I adjust my dress and hunt for my thong.
He stands, disposing of the condom, and looks at me, shaking his head. “That was … yeah.”
I chuckle. “Yeah? Is yeah good?” I know damn well what the answer is.
Coming over, he kisses me once more and holds my cheeks as he looks down at me. “It’s always good. No, Anna, it’s fucking great. I’m a lucky man.”
“Thanks, love. I have to agree with you there. Now, let’s hit the road. Your mom won’t want us to be late.” I step away from him and put my shoes on.
Grabbing my bag, he opens the door. “That’s for sure. Ladies first, beautiful.”
Well, that started the weekend off with a bang. I’d figured we should get rid of a little sexual tension before this trip. I’m not sure how much sex we will be having with the sleeping arrangements. I mean, I know the house is huge, but what if his parents are in the room next to us? Um, no, thanks.
Mason
“I’m headed out, man. I’ll be back sometime on Sunday,” I yell up the stairs to Trent.
Making his way down the stairs, he tips his chin up, his face remaining somber. “If you need anything, let me know.”
Trent’s good like that. He’s a hard-ass for sure, but he’s always there for his close friends. I feel guilty; he knows I’m going to my grandmother’s funeral, but he doesn’t know I’ll be stuck in a house with Maverick this weekend. He’s never put two and two together that we’re brothers. Thank God. He and Maverick can’t really stand each other. Both too damn cocky.
I give him a thumbs-up. “Will do, man. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do this weekend,” I say with a grin.
He shakes his head. “Lucky for me, there isn’t much you wouldn’t do. So, it sounds like I’m in for a fun weekend.”
Grinning, I point at him. “Guess you’ve got a point there. Later, fucker!”
This weekend will be interesting, if nothing else. I loved my grandmother King dearly. Despite my dad being a shit of a person, Amelia King was a saint. She also couldn’t stand Miranda, which brought me great fucking joy. She loved my mother and always hoped my dad and mom would work it out. My dad’s father passed away ten years ago. He had been a lot like my dad—also a lawyer, a workaholic, and had a taste for the finer things in life. But at least he hadn’t abandoned any of his kids.
Staying under the same roof as my dad, my stepmother, and Maverick? Yep, it’s going to suck balls. But I’m going for my grandmother, and that’s it. My mom is coming down for the service tomorrow, and for that, I’m thankful. I know it won’t be easy for her to face my father—not to mention, Miranda’s bitchy face. My grandmother thought the world of my mom though, so she knows she has to come and pay her respects.
The ride is a little over four hours. But it passes pretty quickly with my music cranking and windows down. It’s been an above-average warm May, so it should be nice weather in the Hamptons.
I pull into the house that I’ve only ever visited a handful of times. When I was younger, sometimes, my dad would invite me out here, and my mom would talk me into coming for a weekend in the summer. I thought my father and I would have these magic memories on the beach. Never happened like that though. Maverick always treated me like I was less than him, which if you want to compare household incomes, I was.
He’s the baseball star, and I’m the football star. A football star of a damn good team too. Between Trent and I, we’re a force to be reckoned with. Not to mention, throw a beast like Lane in there, and I’ll be the only star on campus with the last name King after our season. Lane, Trent, and I all live together. Lane is our running back and one of my best friends. He tends to be a little wilder than we are. But he’s a good guy; he just has some demons.
There’ve been rumors going around that Maverick might be looking to get drafted into the MLB this year. I could have entered the draft for the NFL, but I wanted to get my college degree; it’s important to my mom. She gave everything she could to make sure I had a good life, so if this one thing is important to her, I’ll do it. Miranda will be all for her son getting drafted early. After all, that means money. And that’s all those fucks in that household care about.
Grabbing my bag from the backseat, I reluctantly push the door open. In my head, I murmur the words over and over that I’m doing this only for my grandmother. My dad and I have only shared a handful of awkward dinners these past few years, so an entire weekend, yep, it’s going to suck donkey dick. At least there will be booze. Lots and lots of booze.
I push the door open and hear voices coming from the backyard. I drop my bag on the floor, next to the staircase, and make my way back there. Plastering on that Mason King ultimate joker face. I’m not one for serious moments, so I usually joke them off. It’s gotten me this far, so I figure it must be working.
On the back patio, my father, stepmother, Maverick, his—very, very, very hot—girlfriend, and a handful of my aunts and uncles and a few cousins are gathered. Oh, and his hot girlfriend. Did I mention she’s really fucking hot?
One of my cousins I get along with, and the other two are just as big of pricks as Maverick is. Probably even have a closet full of polo shirts. Pfft, tools.
“Mason, you made it. How was the drive up?” my father asks nervously.
I always seem to make him uncomfortable. Not that I care. Serves him right.
“Oh, just peachy,” I say curtly. Being around this man has the ability to turn me into a douche bag.
He nods, looking down at his drink, swishing the ice cubes around in it. “That’s good, son. I’m glad you could make it. It, uh, means a lot to me,” he says and clears his throat. Squirming around like a little bitch.
“Well, she was my family too. I came for her, not you.” I regret the words as soon as they come out. Even if he is a half-assed father, he did just lose his mother. And the flinch that crosses his face says I was in the wrong. Before he can say anything, I mumble, “Sorry. Let’s just try to keep the bullshit at a low, all right?”
My mother would be pissed at me for being disrespectful. She always tells me, “Be the bigger person. It pays off.”
His eyes widen a fraction, but then he gives me a small nod. He doesn’t give a fuck if I’m here, so I don’t want to hear it.
“Mason, thanks for coming out,” I hear Miranda’s obnoxious voice behind me.
I want to tell her to fuck off, but I refrain.
I nod. “Oh, of course. Wouldn’t have missed it.”
Even if my mother does hate this woman who stole the love of her life, she would still want me to use my manners. So, that’s what I’ll do.
“If you guys will excuse me, I’m going to find a drink.”
“Yes, yes, of course.” My dad stumbles over his words.
Walking inside, I grab a beer out of the fridge. Leaning back against the counter, I close my eyes and take a long pull of it. A few of these should settle my nerves.
I hear footsteps coming my way, and I open my eyes to se
e Maverick’s old lady walking into the kitchen. I watch her carefully for a few moments, noticing the way she sways her hips as she moves and the curve of her tits under that shirt. Damn. I feel a jolt run right down to my boxers. Soon, she notices me here. Her eyes find mine, and she scowls. Not the reaction most women give me.
“Well, you look like a fucking creeper if I’ve ever seen one. Why are you just standing there, watching me, being a weirdo?” she barks out and puts a hand on her hip, head moving from side to side and everything.
So. Much. Attitude. Yet so fucking sexy.
I almost choke on my beer. Man, this girl is something else. Something tells me that Miranda and my father haven’t seen this side of her before. I wonder if Maverick has. I hope not. It would be pretty awesome to know something that he doesn’t already know about his woman, that she’s maybe a tad spunkier than he likes them. There’s no way he can handle her. A girl like this? She has needs. He wouldn’t know what to do with this real side of her. Me, on the other hand? I’d have her screaming my name. I’d make her give up control, and I’d have her begging for more.
I hold my hands up in defense. “Whoa, I was just here, enjoying a beer by my lonesome before returning to the snooze show. Maybe you were creeping on me, babe.”
I toss her a wink to see her reaction. Nothing. Nada. Not a motherfucking thing. She’s stone cold. Actually, she looks even more annoyed now.
Narrowing her eyes, she grabs a bottle of water. “Does that actually work?”
“Does what work?” I tilt my head to the side and give her a lazy smile. Knowing exactly where this is going.
“The word babe? The wink? Does that actually work for you?” she fires back.
“Well, duh. That wink is damn near irresistible. Add that in with the smolder. Come on now. You know the answer.”
She bursts out laughing and then stops suddenly. “Wow, how humble of you. You’re kind of a tool.”
I finish my beer before grabbing another one. “Eh, maybe. Either way, it works,” I answer honestly.
She holds her water up. “Well, cheers to that, Mr. King.”
She turns on her heels, and she’s gone. Leaving me to watch that ass sway back and forth. Wishing I were grabbing a handful of it.
Anna
Ugh. This is boring. I mean, there’s a pool, but no one is using it. Everyone’s making small, awkward conversations. I met Maverick’s aunt; she’s actually quite nice. The cousins seem to be a bit stuck-up, but they aren’t too bad. Actually, Mr. King’s family is pretty friendly. I mean, they obviously come from money, but they aren’t walking around like assholes. Miranda’s family? Totally different story. They have their noses so high in the air that I’d be surprised if they couldn’t smell their own bullshit.
There’s only one person I feel like I relate to here. And that someone should be my boyfriend. But it isn’t. It’s his secret brother—aka the black sheep of the family.
He’s way more down-to-earth than all these uptight jerks. Even Maverick is kind of a snob. I have no idea why I feel this gravitational pull from the universe toward Mason, but I just do. Yet I deflect and make fun of him so that he doesn’t catch on to me. I want him to think I can’t stand him.
I hope it’s working.
I’m so excited when it’s time to go to bed. Maverick leads us up to our room, which has its own bathroom and a porch with a Jacuzzi.
“The service is at ten in the morning tomorrow, right?” I ask.
Coming up from behind me, he wraps his arms around my waist and puts his lips to my neck, his stubble on his chin tickling me. “Mmhmm. I’m going to get my suit all set out.”
Thank goodness my mother is a control freak and overnighted me my dress. Otherwise, I’d have been screwed. Although I also picked out a dress to wear tomorrow. It’s a plain, simple, fitted black dress. The one my mother sent me is black lace and goes to my knees with three-quarter sleeves. In my opinion, it’s too fancy for a funeral. I mean, we’re here because someone died; it’s not The Nightmare Before Christmas wedding.
“That’s a good idea. I’m going to take out both of my dresses, and then I’ll choose one tomorrow.”
I walk over, taking them out of their garment bags and hanging both in the closet.
“Definitely the lace one,” Maverick says from behind me.
My heart sinks. Of course, he and my mother would be on the same page.
I sigh. “Really? You don’t think it’s too much?”
He shakes his head and furrows his brow. “Too much? Babe, with this group, you can’t be too much. You ought to know that by now.”
I nod slowly, gulping down the lump in my throat. “All right. The lace one it is.”
Though it seems so small, it’s just another thing that signifies that we are not compatible. He’d be compatible with my mother. Not with me.
The service was beautiful. The pastor did a great job of capturing Amelia’s life. I noticed Mason sitting in the row behind us with the most stunning woman. She had hair that was dark brown, like his, and the most porcelain-looking skin. I’d be willing to bet that she’s his mother. And judging by the way Mr. King’s eyes kept finding her, it’s pretty clear things weren’t as cut and dry as princess Miranda would like to have everyone believe. Not that I can blame Mr. King. Miranda is gorgeous with a face full of makeup, but Mason’s mother? She’s naturally drop-dead beautiful.
Once the visiting hours are over after the service, we all make our way back to the house. Besides Mason’s mother, who seems to have disappeared after the service. That sucks. I would have loved to watch Miranda squirm under her presence.
“The service was lovely, I thought. Your grandmother sounded like a wonderful lady.”
Maverick fidgets with the AC. “Uh, yeah, it went all right. She was a good person.”
He never gives me much information. He’s so closed off when it comes to his family. It’s odd. Then again, he thinks my mother and I have the best relationship. Ha. That’s a stretch for sure.
“What are we doing when we get back?” I question with genuine curiosity. Hoping he doesn’t say we’re going to hang out at the house with his family.
Taking my hand and bringing it to his mouth, he presses a kiss to my knuckles and then drags his lips back and forth. “I thought maybe we could walk down to the beach. If you’d like.”
I grin. “I’d love that, babe. That sounds perfect.”
“Good. Then, when we get back from the beach, I’d love to get you naked in that hot tub on our balcony.” He looks at me, and his eyes darken.
I smile. “That sounds pretty great too.” And it does. It really does.
Anything besides sitting around, making awkward conversation with his family.
Mason
One thing I do love about this place is the beach. Running while the ocean waves crash next to you beats the hell out of running on a treadmill. The music changes to a Shinedown song, and I see I’ve only got about a quarter mile to go till I’m back. Five miles on a beach seemed like nothing. Of course, I’ve been lost in my own thoughts of what this falls season might look like. We’re hungry to be called champions. Trent, Lane, me—hell, all of the guys are. I know Coach is; he deserves it.
I pick up the pace as sweat runs down my face. It’s seventy degrees and really fucking sunny. Which is hot for May in New England. But this run is exactly what I needed. I’m almost back when I spot Maverick and his girl lying on a blanket together. She’s on her stomach and watching him as his fingers drag up and down her back, to her perfect, round asscheeks.
Fuck, how did he get her?
Putting my head back down, I dig in for the last stretch of this run. Pretending my brother and Miss Premed don’t exist. Maverick and I do a damn good job of pretending we don’t know each other at NEU. And here, it’s really no different.
He’s a prick. I mean, don’t get me wrong; Trent is just as rich as Maverick is. But he doesn’t walk around with his nose stuck up in the air. Yeah
, he can be a dick sometimes, but it’s just because he’s so damn driven when it comes to the game. Maverick is a dick because he thinks he’s better than everyone else. I can’t get along with people like that. Blood or not.
I’m just about back to my father’s property when I see a couple of extremely sexy girls waving at me. I wouldn’t call it hot enough for a swim, yet here they are, in their tiny bikinis that barely secure those huge tits on their chests.
Pulling out my earbuds, I throw them a smirk. “Hello, ladies. How’s it going?”
They do the usual. Giggle, play with their hair, bat their eyelashes, bite their lips—whatever they think they need to do to get noticed. Both of their bikinis leave very little to the imagination. Both also have perfectly round, large mounds on their chest that I would really love to slide in between.
The blonde speaks first, “You’re, like, Mason King, right?” She giggles.
I grin. “In the flesh, babe. What are your names?”
The brunette is next. “I’m Autumn, and this is Krista. Our house is two down from here.” She playfully twists a long lock of hair and eyes me over. “It’s just us there, if you know what I mean.”
I chuckle. “I’m catching your drift, ladies. Why don’t I go home and shower and come over in a bit?”
The blonde is quick to answer. Practically bouncing up and down on her feet. While other things bounce as well. “Yes! Perfect! Come on, Aut. Let’s go get ready.” She bursts into a fit of giggles. It’s obnoxious, no doubt.
But I can tell they’re up for anything. And that’s just what I could use right about now.
The brunette steps closer, biting that succulent bottom lip. She’s slightly less ditzy than the other one. Making me more interested in her. Yet I’m far from interested in anything more than some afternoon fun.
Dropping her voice to a low, seductive tone, she says, “You could just come over now. We were just going to shower actually. We have a big walk-in shower. Lots of room.”
