Page 86 of Freaks Of Nature

His ragged breaths drop to my throat. With my limbs wrapped around his flexing muscles, I welcome everything he gives.

It’s beautiful.

It’s perfect.

And when we both climax together, I don’t want to let go. I want him to hold me like this… in his bed… our bodies entwined.

Mason pulls out and sets me down, his panting breaths evening out before he rinses us off.

I guess he’s ready to catch thoseZsnow. He grabs a towel for himself from the cabinet, then hands me a second that’s a matching shade of dark blue.

I shut the water off and take it, wondering for a second whether the ones in his bathroom are a different color—black probably. Like his wardrobe.

Wrapping the oversized terry cloth around my chest, I step out and let him sweep me up into his arms again.

A chuckle winds through me.

As Mason carries me from the bathroom, I catch a glimpse of Ash in the dark, sprawled out on his stomach, and, of course, fast asleep.

He’s also still buck-ass naked.

Stifling another grin, I refocus my eyes on the door instead of his rear. But Mason’s grip on me shifts before I realize what’s happening. He bends over his brother’s bed to lower me down beside him.

Confusion stuns me as the mattress dips with my weight and his arms pull away. He doesn’t even meet my eyes before he straightens and walks out.

Ash

Idrop my backpack by my feet and slam the metal door shut.

Mason’s fist comes flying at me the second I turn around. I narrowly dodge its trajectory by ducking. It crashes into the locker behind me instead.

“What the fuck is your problem, man?” I straighten and square off with him.I’m only 10 minutes late.

But who can blame me after finding Em naked in my bed this morning?Totally worth it.

Mason seizes the front of my shirt and yanks my face toward him. “You know damn well what my problem is,” he grates out.

I chuckle. “What, you didn’t like the pictures?” I figured since he couldn’t be there in person. “You seemed to get there just in time.”

“Argh!” Mason’s eyes flare with his roar as he shoves me back against my locker. His fists flex. His jaw twitches under tension.

“Get your fucking fill already and move on,” he snarls.

His grip releases me, and I stare after him as he storms out.

What the actual fuck?

Charging at the door, I catch it before it slams shut. “Hey, maybe you should consider taking a half day and go home to sleep it off!” I shout after him. “And when was the last time you ate?”Cranky-ass bastard.His food from the diner was still sitting in the kitchen this morning. Untouched.

Mason’s arm swings back, and he raises his middle finger at me as he keeps walking away.

I shake my head. He doesn’t want to share? Fine. Butmove on?

I have no intention.

Em

“No, Mom. I’m fine,” I groan into the phone for the millionth time. “Really.”