Page 71 of The Spare

What makes him tick.

Shifting in my seat I wince at how tender my pussy feels. He glances at me before letting go of my hand once more to turn my seat warmer on. My fingers fidget in my lap because of the obvious reason why. I sneak another look at him, wondering if he is going to want to have sex again tonight.

By the time we pull into the parking garage a half hour later I'm nice and relaxed. The soreness has lessened enough that I don't feel like I'm limping when we walk back into our home, and I actually feel like eating dinner.

My phone dings right as I put my thumb to the keypad, and I hold the door open while Mason carries my dress through. I shut the door and kick my shoes off, following him to our bedroom, digging my phone out of my purse and seeing a text from Karissa.

Where are you? I haven't seen you all day and Leo said your brother-in-law snatched you through his car window last night. Your stuff is gone out of our dorm. Bitch are you okay? -Kari

I groan, placing my head in my hand. "Oh man…" I sigh.

In all the excitement, I'd forgotten all about my friend.

"What's the matter?" Mason asks, hanging the garment bag up. He turns to face me, crossing his arms and his ankles, leaning a hip against the center island of the closet.

I place my purse on the island. "It's Karissa. I didn't let her know that my stuff is gone or…. or what happened. She's worried, and a little upset."

His eyes shine in the light of the closet as he regards me quietly. "How much are you going to tell her?"

"What do you mean?" I ask, tilting my head. "I'm going to tell her everything."

His brow raises. "Are you going to ask her to be in our wedding?"

Though he phrased it lightly, I can tell he's not too happy about my friend. My belly tightens with nerves, and I shift my weight from foot to foot feeling that soreness come back full force. My eyes leave his to travel down his neck and broad chest, his shirt stretched tight across his arms and even lower to where his shirt tucks into his pants, the belt highlighting how thick his waist and hips are.

No wonder I hurt.

"I, uh, I hadn't thought that far, to be honest. This is all so… so…" I avert my eyes shyly, not really sure what to do now that I'm here. Fantasy is a far cry from reality, let me tell you that.

I wasn't expecting all this intensity.

He pushes off the island and rounds it slowly, forcing me to turn and place my hips against the counter and crane my neck up to meet his eyes. "Sudden?" he finishes for me, placing a hand to the side of my face and stoking his thumb across my cheek.

"Yes," I whisper.

He moves, taking my phone from my hand and dropping it on the counter behind me. He places his hands flat on the counter behind me and leans in. My mouth goes dry, my pussy slickens with need. "It seems sudden, sweetheart, but it was always going to happen this way. You know that, right?"

I nod, at a complete loss for words.

His eyes rake down my face slowly, and just when I think he's going to kiss me, his eyes snap back to mine. It's all I can do to breathenormally. Suddenly a playful glint sparks in his eye. The mischievous one that I'd come to be familiar with.

"What?"I say, feeling the corner of my mouth curving.

His eyes slide behind me, and I turn to look over my shoulder, seeing the garment bag hanging innocently. "I think I'd like a reward for buying your wedding dress," he says.

My head snaps back to look at him and I giggle, putting my fingers to my lips. "Oh yeah?" I tease. "Like what?"

"Your mouth," Mason says, pulling the strap of my dress to the side he leans in to kiss my shoulder.

My heart beats hard in my chest, and my knees begin to shake. He rises to catch my eye, leaning in to kiss me softly, tugging on my bottom lip and nipping it. "My mouth?" I ask, holding back a little giggle.

"Yeah. I think your mouth will do just fine for now."

"But, Mason.I don't know how-"

He hardens against my lower stomach swiftly, catching me by surprise. Rather than saying anything, he shushes me with another deep kiss before pulling away again. My entire body flushes with need, and I pant, desperately trying to catch my breath.

"Unbutton my shirt," he says.