“I’d drop to my fucking knees where we stood, Shane,” I assured her.
She looks back up at me and I could see her questions on her face. “I…I think about things like that,” she confessed. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Mason.” She shrugged a dainty shoulder. “Sometimes I wish you’d just make it happen without me having to say anything.”
I could feel my throat dry up. “Do you want me to take you or force you?” I asked, completely lost, because there was a difference. A big difference.
She leaned in and placed a small, sweet kiss on my chest. “Both,” she whispered. “I know I’m new to this, but…oh, god, Mason, I want you all the time.”
I snapped.
I grabbed her by her forearms and threw her on the bed. She was on all fours, trying to get her bearings, when I came up behind her, and spreading her ass wide and open, slammed my cock into her pussy in one thrust.
No foreplay, no love, no affection, no coaxing…nothing.
“Mason!”
My hands held onto her hips with so much force, there’d be bruises in the morning. “Is this what you meant?” I started railing into her. “Is this what you want from me? To bend you over and fuck you whenever I want?” Christ. Her pussy was just as tight as it was the first time.
I could see her hands fist the comforter. “Yes!”
I showed her no mercy. I was fucking her like she was a meaningless slut, and I was losing my mind in the process. “Be careful, Shane, because it’ll cost you your jobs and your degree if you leave it up to me. Because I’ll be fucking you every-fucking-where. Here, your place, your work, school, on the motherfucking sidewalk. Every. Fucking. Where. Shane.”
“Yes, yes, yes. Oh, Mason, please…”
I pushed into her like she hadn’t been a virgin just last week. And, Holy Jesus, she was taking it as brutally as I was giving it to her. I would never have imagined she would crave this. She was just so quiet and demure. “Tell me you’re mine, Shane,” I demanded. “Tell me that this sweet pussy is mine.”
She could barely get the words out from the banging she’s taking, but she did, “It’s yours, Mason.”
“You’re mine, Shane,” I clarified.
“I’m yours,” she immediately agreed.
I picked up the pace and my thrusts were hard and brutal, but she wasn’t asking me to stop or let up. No, she was actually moaning and begging for more. Shane was taking the assault on her body like she couldn’t get enough. “God, baby, I will never get tired of being inside your hot, tight pussy.”
“I’m going to cum, Mason,” was her quick reply.
I dug my fingers tighter into her hips and I fucked her deep and relentlessly. There was no give at all. I was forcing her to take every inch of cock I had. “Cum all over my cock, baby,” I panted out, not sure how much longer I was going to be able to hold out. Shane’s pussy was like a vice and it played hell on my stamina.
“Mason!”
Thank fuck. I felt her body constrict around mine and it was only seconds later that she flooded my cock with her cream. I fucked her through her orgasm and finally let the tingles at the base of my spine take over and I shot my load as deep inside her as I could. “Fuck!”
We both collapsed on the bed and I reached over to pull her into my arms. I know, call me a pussy, but whatever.
After a few moments of silence, Shane asked, “Is it always like that?”
“Is what always like that?”
“When people have sex, is it always intense like that? Does it always feel that addicting?” she asked in an awed whisper.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “I can only speak for myself and the answer is no. My father’s control over us growing up was absolute, so we didn’t party and fuck around like most teenage boys.” I hated talking to her about other girls, but she needed to know where she stood. “My experiences have been more of a…uh, mechanical release than anything else.” I tightened my arm around her and pulled her closer. “Nothing has ever felt so good and so right as being inside you, Shane.”
She snuggled closer in my hold. “This is all so new, and it feels like it’s all moving so fast, but…but I’m glad it is and that it’s happening with you.”
The tightness in my chest, shoulders and the weight of all my responsibilities dissipated, and it felt like I could breathe for once. “It was always going to be with me, Shane.”
I could feel her lips curve against the skin of my chest. “Arrogant much?”
I chuckled and closed my eyes against everything except the feel of her, the scent of her and the peace she brought me. “Get some sleep, baby. Some of us have to work in the morning.”
Shane let out tired laugh. “Yeah, you poor thing, you.”
I fell asleep with her sweet laugh in my ear and all was right with the world.
Chapter 19
Shane~
What the hell kind of alarm was that?
Was that even an alarm?
My eyes struggled to open, and even though I knew I was short on sleep last night, it couldn’t possibly time to get up already. I mean, come on…
As my eyes struggled to stay open and my ears struggled to comprehend why Mason would use such a weird alarm for his phone, I reached over and that’s when my hand hit cool sheets.
I jackknifed, and blinking away the fogginess, I realized that what woke me up was not a ridiculous alarm, but the sounds of an actual shouting match coming from somewhere in the house.
Someone was arguing, and it surprised me at how much it bothered me to think Mason or his brothers might be fighting. And then it really upset me when I wondered if they were fighting over me spending the night over here. As much as I wanted to spend time with Mason, this wasn’t his house only. It was their house. If Aiden, Michael or Gabriel didn’t feel comfortable having me here, they had a right to say so.
I jumped out of bed and scrambled for my clothes. After getting dressed, I darted into the adjoined bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth. The more I thought about it, the more I realized it was quite possible they might be arguing over me spending the night.
I quickly gathered all my books and papers and stuffed them in my backpack, and gathering my laptop off the dresser, I was prepared to leave. Even if they weren’t arguing over me, I didn’t want to intrude on a family matter. Besides, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to witness four, three or even two Buchanans in a heated argument.
Not after seeing what Mason was capable of.
Granted, his brothers weren’t Branson Morgan, but still…
All four Buchanans came across as intense.
I walked over to the door, and as ninja-like as I could, I turned the doorknob and cracked open the door. And it amazed me that the words that hit my ears hadn’t dropped me to my knees.
“I’ve already told you, she’s not important,” Mason’s voice thundered, clear and precise.
“And I already told you, I’m not buying that bullshit, Mason,” countered a voice I didn’t recognize. All I knew was that is definitely didn’t belong to one of the guys. This voice sounded older and harder.
“Well, then I don’t know what else you want me to tell you, Dad, since you won’t believe me.”
Holy shit!
Mason’s father was here.
Mason’s father was here, and they were in the middle of a heated argument. How in the hell was I going to sneak the hell out of here? I’m not sure if I was ever meant to meet Mason’s parents, but I sure as hell knew I didn’t want to meet his father while shit was going down.
“How about you tell me the goddamn truth?! There’s a video of you beating the shit out of Branson Morgan on the fucking internet!” his father raged. “You’re going to stand there and tell me you got into a fight with a Morgan over a girl who doesn’t mean anything to you? Bullshit, Mason!”
A girl who doesn’t mean anything to him?
“Well, it’s true,” Mason hollered back, and my entire chest felt like some
one had kicked it in. “Morgan was harassing her, and I put a stop to it.”
“You’re on the video, clear as day, telling everyone she’s your girlfriend, Mason!”
“What would have had me do, Dad? Announce to the entire party she’s just someone I’m fucking?” Mason asked and the door of his bedroom took all my weight as my body gave out on me. “I wasn’t going to put her on blast like that, so I called her my girlfriend.”
Oh, God. Oh, Jesus.
What was he talking about?
Mason wasn’t making any sense. We hadn’t even slept together when the fight happened. So, why was he lying to his dad?
He told me he loved me.
He told me I belonged to him.
Why? Was it all one big ruse just get me to sleep with him? Was this one big joke? Oh, God…was it an ugly bet or something?
What would Mason get out of making a fool of me?
How could Mason say all those things to me; do all those things to me and then turn around and tell his father that I don’t mean anything? That I’m just some piece of ass he’s fucking?
It wasn’t like I had been attached to my virginity. I wouldn’t have had any problem handing it over to him. He didn’t need to string me along with whispers of love and belonging.
Mason’s father’s voice pulled at my attention. “I don’t care what you call her, Mason, as long as she’s just a piece of ass and you’re not letting her distract you.”
“She’s not distracting me, Dad,” Mason replied.
“I’d believe you if it weren’t for that fucking video, Mason. She’s already a goddamn distraction if she’s causing you to get into fistfights,” Mr. Buchanan reasoned.
“Shane didn’t cause that. Branson Morgan caused that by being an asshole,” Mason threw back.
“Goddamn it, Mason!” his fathered bellowed, back to yelling. “This is not a fucking joke! I didn’t work my ass off and invest in you boys my entire life for you to fuck it up over some pussy!”
“And I’m telling you, I’m not going to fuck anything up for a quick lay!”
“You already are!” his father shouted. “My P.R. office was running amok with removing that goddamn video and laying out scenarios explaining it!”
“I don’t need your P.R. office doing fuck!” Mason shouted back. “It was a fight at a college party. It happens every weekend at colleges all over the country!”
“But not everyone going to those other colleges is a fucking Buchanan!”
“No, they’re not,” Mason agreed. “But they’ve got just as important names as we have.”
I didn’t know how much more I could listen to. I had to get out of here, and I seriously contemplated crawling out the window when Mr. Buchanan’s next words froze my blood.
“Well, while my P.R. department was trying to clean up your mess, they did a background check on your girlfriend,” he said, sneering the word ‘girlfriend’.
“Oh yeah,” Mason replied, his voice challenging.
There was nothing to drown out the sounds of his father’s words. No outside traffic. No radio music. No T.V. background noise. Nothing.
Mr. Buchanan’s words came through loud and clear and they hollowed out my insides with each syllable he uttered. “You’re immortalized on the internet for life defending a goddamn scholarship student who was raised in the foster system, Mason. Are you telling me you couldn’t find a more suitable female to get your dick wet with? You had to stoop to slumming it with a fucking scholarship student?!” He was back to screaming by the time he was done.
Slumming it?
He didn’t even know me. How could he…?
“And, for the love of God, Mason, please tell me you’re using protection with this girl,” his father continued. “Do not tell me you’ve been fucking this girl without protection.”
I couldn’t hear anymore.
I turned to actually climb out of the window when I heard the front door open and Mason’s father’s voiced boomed throughout the living room, once again. “And where in the fuck have you three been?”
I heard the door shut and then Aiden’s voice answer, “Uh, we went out to pick up breakfast.” I heard the faint crinkling of a paper bag and I imagined he was holding up the evidence for his father.
“Oh, that’s just fucking great,” he responded. “You guys are out getting breakfast while your brother is getting into fights over scholarship whores!”
“What the fuck?” Gabriel (I think) replied, incredulously.
“What the fuck did you just say?” Aiden asked, his voice sounding murderous.
“Don’t start with me, Aiden,” his father said. “I know you seem to think women matter as the most precious things on earth, but they’re not. They are a piece of the puzzle only. A small fucking piece. They are not part of the big picture. They’re here for us to fuck and to give us children to carry on our legacies. Nothing fucking more!”
Jesus Christ. Who was this man?
“Not to me,” Aiden responded. “And you would do well to remember that, Dad.”
There were a few seconds of silence before his father really lost all control. “I can’t believe this!” he started. “I have spent years teaching you guys how to be men-successful men and how to avoid getting caught up in the trap of thinking with your dicks and here you guys all are; letting Mason fuck his way into a disaster! How many times do I have to warn you four to stay the fuck away from women?!” None of the boys commented and so he just kept going. “I’ve showed you how and where to go to take care of this shit. There’s no excuse for this. None!”
“You’re overreacting,” Michael said, finally entering into the conversation.
“I’ll show you overreacting, Michael,” his father threatened.
I couldn’t listen to anymore. I had to get out of here.
Chapter 20
Mason~
I wanted to kill my father.
I wanted to kill him and then kick my own ass.
With every hateful word he spewed about Shane, I could feel my balls shriveling up and the feeling of emasculation was drowning me with each moment that I didn’t defend her.
When I had gotten out of bed this morning, it had surprised me that the guys were already up and so I sent them out to grab some breakfast so that Shane would have something to take with her to eat before she started her waitressing shift.
I knew she was going to be tired, and it was my responsibility to take care of her the best I could. When the door to the house opened, I had expected it to be my brothers. I had never imagined it would be my father, and he’d be here because of that stupid fight. I should have known better than to think it wouldn’t have been videotaped or put on social media.
And now we were all paying the price for it. For my hotheadedness.
“Don’t threaten me, Dad,” Michael replied to my father’s threat, and everyone in the room knew that tone.
My father cleared his throat and backtracked as best he could. Even he knew Michael’s temper was deadly. “I’m not threatening you. I’m remind-”
Whatever bullshit he was about to spew was interrupted by the sound of a door shutting down the hallway.
Shane was awake.
Fuck!
All our attentions centered on the opening from the hallway into the living room and within seconds, Shane appeared in all her morning after glory.
Hers eyes scattered throughout the room, landing briefly on each of one of us and, for some reason, her gaze remained on Aiden as she finally spoke. “I…uhm…I’m sorry,” she said, her voice firm but small. “I…didn’t mean to…intrude, but…your voices were carrying,” she uttered, this time her voice softening towards the end. She nodded towards the front door. “I’ll just be on my way. I…you guys are…private. Uh, family…I…uhm…”
“Shane…” Aiden began, but got cut off by my father.
“Are you fucking serious?” I turned to face him. “That’s her, right? You’re telling me she means nothing to
you, but the entire time we’ve been talking, she’s been in your fucking bed, Mason? You actually brought a fucking girl here?!”
“This is none of your business!” I thundered.
“Like hell it isn’t!”
My retort was halted when Shane’s voice broke through our shouting match. “I…I’m sorry.”
My father turned to her. “What?”
This time Shane’s eyes were focused on my fuck of a father when she spoke. “I’m sorry, Mr. Buchanan. I’m sorry if my…if I’m…if there are problems stemming from my rela…from knowing Mason.”
“Shane…” This time it was Michael addressing her.
She glanced at him really quickly before returning her attention to my father. “I’m sorry about the video, but there’s nothing that can be done about that now.” Shane readjusted her backpack strap around her shoulder and then hugged her laptop to her chest tighter. “But you don’t have to worry about the…the rest. Mason and I are just frien…” Her face flushed as she went on. “We just know each other. He wasn’t lying when he told you we’re not…”
That answers that.
She overheard enough, and she overheard all my responses to my dad’s accusations.
I had to avert my eyes, even though she was focusing on my father, because I couldn’t look at her.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Michael bit out.
Shane ignored him and kept addressing my father. “Please don’t fight on account of this…me. We were just having a little fun, Mr. Buchanan. I’m sorry,” she apologized again before walking towards the front door.
“Having fun?” Gabe asked, incredulously.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. I couldn’t have her believing the shit I said. “Shane.” She froze for a second but snapped out of it and turned the doorknob to open the door.
“Bye, guys,” she mumbled, opening the door.
I was across the room and slamming the front door shut in front of her before she knew what hit her. My back was covering her, and my lips were at her ear. “Shane, please listen-”
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