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watching her intently.
“Figures. The guys a jerk” he said with a frown.
Chelsea shook her head as she propped herself up on her elbows.
“He’s not that bad, he just has had a really bad life, not much different to my own and he didn’t learn what he should say and what he shouldn’t. I became shy and didn’t talk. He became abrasive and talks too much” she said.
Mason nodded and smiled at her.
“He told me you punched him in the nose once” she said.
Mason let out a loud laugh and nodded.
“Yeah it was one of those moments he said something when he shouldn’t have” he said.
Chelsea nodded and smiled.
“He told me what he said.” she said shaking her head. “He deserved the punch”
Chelsea flopped back down on the bed as Mason laughed again. He slowly leaned forward and placed his lips on hers. Nibbling gently again before she felt his tongue slowly reach out and run along her bottom lip. Chelsea closed her legs tighter to fight against the building pressure that was threatening to explode. She opened her lips to make way for his tongue which found hers and began a tango of lust. Chelsea reached up and touched Mason’s face, running her fingers through his long dark hair, which seemed to spur him on further, pulling her tighter into him. His hand on her stomach rubbed up and down her side and he moved his thigh between her legs which didn’t help the pounding that was going on but making her forget all about the secret’s her skin held.
She groaned as he pressed his thigh against her centre and she instinctively ground her hips into his leg. Slowly he moved his hand up to her breast and began to stroke her over her bra. Her nipples stiffened under his touch and she arched her back pushing her breast further into his hand. Mason moved his hip against her thigh and she could feel his erection strong against her. It was then that panic began to creep into the pit of Chelsea’s stomach. She pushed him back and breathed hard. Mason sat up with a look of alarm on his face. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and felt beads of sweat begin to form on her forehead as she gasped for breath, counting silently to fight the panic attack off. Mason adjusted himself in his pants and touched her hair gently.
Chelsea turned to face him and saw the look of panic and pain on his face. She felt bad for making him stop the way she did. She had heard the girls say how the worst thing you could do to a guy was to lead them on and not let them finish. But she knew she couldn’t have kept going.
“I’m sorry Mason.” she said flopping back onto the bed and covering her face with her hands.
Mason reached over and took her hands away from her face and looked into her eyes.
“You are not to be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for. I need to learn how far I can go with you. And if we are doing anything you’re not comfortable with, then tell me. I won’t be mad, I won’t be offended. This is about you. This is your healing” he said kissing her forehead.
Chelsea closed her eyes as tears slipped from the corner of her eyes.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” she said opening her eyes and looking into his face to make sure his future answer wasn’t a lie.
“Because I really, really like you Chelsea. I have always liked you. I’ve always thought you were beautiful. And I always knew that underneath that hardened exterior there was a soft, unique, funny and quirky girl wanting to come out” he said.
Chelsea sat up on her elbows again searching Mason’s face.
“You could have any girl. You could have Maddison, hell she follows you like a horny dog.” Chelsea said.
Mason snorted out a laugh.
“A horny dog. See that’s the funny I was talking about” he said with a crooked smile. “Something you should learn about guys, they don’t want relationships with the girls that are open all hours” he said using his fingers as quotation marks.
“You mean she sleeps around?” Chelsea
“Figures. The guys a jerk” he said with a frown.
Chelsea shook her head as she propped herself up on her elbows.
“He’s not that bad, he just has had a really bad life, not much different to my own and he didn’t learn what he should say and what he shouldn’t. I became shy and didn’t talk. He became abrasive and talks too much” she said.
Mason nodded and smiled at her.
“He told me you punched him in the nose once” she said.
Mason let out a loud laugh and nodded.
“Yeah it was one of those moments he said something when he shouldn’t have” he said.
Chelsea nodded and smiled.
“He told me what he said.” she said shaking her head. “He deserved the punch”
Chelsea flopped back down on the bed as Mason laughed again. He slowly leaned forward and placed his lips on hers. Nibbling gently again before she felt his tongue slowly reach out and run along her bottom lip. Chelsea closed her legs tighter to fight against the building pressure that was threatening to explode. She opened her lips to make way for his tongue which found hers and began a tango of lust. Chelsea reached up and touched Mason’s face, running her fingers through his long dark hair, which seemed to spur him on further, pulling her tighter into him. His hand on her stomach rubbed up and down her side and he moved his thigh between her legs which didn’t help the pounding that was going on but making her forget all about the secret’s her skin held.
She groaned as he pressed his thigh against her centre and she instinctively ground her hips into his leg. Slowly he moved his hand up to her breast and began to stroke her over her bra. Her nipples stiffened under his touch and she arched her back pushing her breast further into his hand. Mason moved his hip against her thigh and she could feel his erection strong against her. It was then that panic began to creep into the pit of Chelsea’s stomach. She pushed him back and breathed hard. Mason sat up with a look of alarm on his face. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and felt beads of sweat begin to form on her forehead as she gasped for breath, counting silently to fight the panic attack off. Mason adjusted himself in his pants and touched her hair gently.
Chelsea turned to face him and saw the look of panic and pain on his face. She felt bad for making him stop the way she did. She had heard the girls say how the worst thing you could do to a guy was to lead them on and not let them finish. But she knew she couldn’t have kept going.
“I’m sorry Mason.” she said flopping back onto the bed and covering her face with her hands.
Mason reached over and took her hands away from her face and looked into her eyes.
“You are not to be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for. I need to learn how far I can go with you. And if we are doing anything you’re not comfortable with, then tell me. I won’t be mad, I won’t be offended. This is about you. This is your healing” he said kissing her forehead.
Chelsea closed her eyes as tears slipped from the corner of her eyes.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” she said opening her eyes and looking into his face to make sure his future answer wasn’t a lie.
“Because I really, really like you Chelsea. I have always liked you. I’ve always thought you were beautiful. And I always knew that underneath that hardened exterior there was a soft, unique, funny and quirky girl wanting to come out” he said.
Chelsea sat up on her elbows again searching Mason’s face.
“You could have any girl. You could have Maddison, hell she follows you like a horny dog.” Chelsea said.
Mason snorted out a laugh.
“A horny dog. See that’s the funny I was talking about” he said with a crooked smile. “Something you should learn about guys, they don’t want relationships with the girls that are open all hours” he said using his fingers as quotation marks.
“You mean she sleeps around?” Chelsea
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