me, but he said I came on to him. I’ll give you one guess who they believed.”
“Shit!” Mason lets out on a huff.
“Pretty much. He told my sister that he got drunk and we had sex the night before. Said that he was trying to let me down easy when I threw myself at him. I haven’t spoken to any of them since that night. Even my own mother and father believed him.”
“Knowing your fears, they still left you alone? All of them?”
“See, this is where you don’t know me. Being alone was never my fear until three years ago when every member of my family turned their back on me. All because a guy they knew for a few years said I slept with him. Everything else they knew about me flew out the window as they focused on my biggest flaw.
“Lace, sleeping around isn’t necessarily a flaw, as long as you own it.”
“Yeah right, because every guy wants a girl who’s had more sexual partners than they have,” I joke, but it’s flat.
“Wait, do you sleep around to keep guys at a distance?”
“That makes zero sense.”
“Doesn’t it? You meet guys and hook up with them, have fun for the night, while thinking you are making yourself less desirable to the next guy. Stop acting like you have nothing to offer but a warm pussy and sexy body.
I try to make a joke to take the focus off his compliment. “You forgot about my talented mouth.”
“You do have a talented mouth. I won’t deny that. But it’s even good when you aren’t using it get me off. Lace, you are more than sex. You know that. You’re just too scared to believe it.”
“You’re the first person to ever believe me,” I confide, looking up into his eyes.
“Then you are surrounded by idiots. That is more on them than it is on you.”
“Those idiots are my family.” I chew on my bottom lip to fight back the emotions.
“Every family has idiots. Just keep your head up and try not to be one of them. That’s all you can do.”
“Are there idiots in your family?” I ask, even though I know the answer.
“No, my family is full of assholes.”
“Tell me about your family.”
“No.”
“You know all my dirty secrets. Tell me yours.” I place a kiss on his cheek and squeeze him tight. I want him to tell me. I know the story, but I want to know if Mason trusts me enough to tell me.
“I know Hunter already told you,” he says, leaning down to kiss me on the forehead.
“I…I…” I stutter like I’ve been caught in a lie.
“It’s okay, Lace. Hunter has a big mouth, and he’s always trying to protect me. When did he tell you though? Judging by the way you looked at me that first night, I’m assuming it was before you even met me.”
“What?! No! He told me at the show. And what do you mean about the way I looked at you that first night?”
“You looked at me like you felt sorry for me. I figured you already knew.”
Oh shit! How do I even answer that? I have a feeling ‘No, Mason, I have this unexplainable draw to you’ won’t go over very well. And at the very least, it will make me look like a clinger. So I answer like a bitch instead.
“No, Mason. I wasn’t looking at you because I feel sorry for you. What Hunter told me sucks, but really? It isn’t even the saddest story I’ve heard this week.”
A look of relief passes through his eyes. I don’t even have time to recognize that look before his hand dives between my legs and wide smile creeps across his face.
“Remember when I told you I believed you about your sister’s douchebag fiancé?” Using his thumb, he finds exactly the right spot. “Well your words just returned the favor.” I still as I process his statement. Mason doesn’t want pity, and in one bitchy statement, I gave him that.
“Mason…”
“Shhhh… Be quiet.” He peeks over my shoulder at a sleeping Hunter then back to my eyes. “Don’t wake him up.” It’s not a plea. It’s a demand. I offer him a quick nod. I want this with him, just him.
With one hand, Mason silently
“Shit!” Mason lets out on a huff.
“Pretty much. He told my sister that he got drunk and we had sex the night before. Said that he was trying to let me down easy when I threw myself at him. I haven’t spoken to any of them since that night. Even my own mother and father believed him.”
“Knowing your fears, they still left you alone? All of them?”
“See, this is where you don’t know me. Being alone was never my fear until three years ago when every member of my family turned their back on me. All because a guy they knew for a few years said I slept with him. Everything else they knew about me flew out the window as they focused on my biggest flaw.
“Lace, sleeping around isn’t necessarily a flaw, as long as you own it.”
“Yeah right, because every guy wants a girl who’s had more sexual partners than they have,” I joke, but it’s flat.
“Wait, do you sleep around to keep guys at a distance?”
“That makes zero sense.”
“Doesn’t it? You meet guys and hook up with them, have fun for the night, while thinking you are making yourself less desirable to the next guy. Stop acting like you have nothing to offer but a warm pussy and sexy body.
I try to make a joke to take the focus off his compliment. “You forgot about my talented mouth.”
“You do have a talented mouth. I won’t deny that. But it’s even good when you aren’t using it get me off. Lace, you are more than sex. You know that. You’re just too scared to believe it.”
“You’re the first person to ever believe me,” I confide, looking up into his eyes.
“Then you are surrounded by idiots. That is more on them than it is on you.”
“Those idiots are my family.” I chew on my bottom lip to fight back the emotions.
“Every family has idiots. Just keep your head up and try not to be one of them. That’s all you can do.”
“Are there idiots in your family?” I ask, even though I know the answer.
“No, my family is full of assholes.”
“Tell me about your family.”
“No.”
“You know all my dirty secrets. Tell me yours.” I place a kiss on his cheek and squeeze him tight. I want him to tell me. I know the story, but I want to know if Mason trusts me enough to tell me.
“I know Hunter already told you,” he says, leaning down to kiss me on the forehead.
“I…I…” I stutter like I’ve been caught in a lie.
“It’s okay, Lace. Hunter has a big mouth, and he’s always trying to protect me. When did he tell you though? Judging by the way you looked at me that first night, I’m assuming it was before you even met me.”
“What?! No! He told me at the show. And what do you mean about the way I looked at you that first night?”
“You looked at me like you felt sorry for me. I figured you already knew.”
Oh shit! How do I even answer that? I have a feeling ‘No, Mason, I have this unexplainable draw to you’ won’t go over very well. And at the very least, it will make me look like a clinger. So I answer like a bitch instead.
“No, Mason. I wasn’t looking at you because I feel sorry for you. What Hunter told me sucks, but really? It isn’t even the saddest story I’ve heard this week.”
A look of relief passes through his eyes. I don’t even have time to recognize that look before his hand dives between my legs and wide smile creeps across his face.
“Remember when I told you I believed you about your sister’s douchebag fiancé?” Using his thumb, he finds exactly the right spot. “Well your words just returned the favor.” I still as I process his statement. Mason doesn’t want pity, and in one bitchy statement, I gave him that.
“Mason…”
“Shhhh… Be quiet.” He peeks over my shoulder at a sleeping Hunter then back to my eyes. “Don’t wake him up.” It’s not a plea. It’s a demand. I offer him a quick nod. I want this with him, just him.
With one hand, Mason silently
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