Page 18 of The Spare (The King Dynasty #2)

My jaw drops. "Mason?" I whimper, not able to stop my orgasm. I slap my hand over my mouth, desperate to be quiet, and confused as to how he's in my fucking ear.

To make matters worse, the couple fucking from the other stall gets even louder, the sound of their skin slapping loudly being amplified by the water. "Oh fuucckk!" the man groans.

"Melody, what the fuck?! Are you fucking someone?" Mason hisses into my ear, sounding downright pissed.

It's fucked up, but the sound of his anger forces my pleasure even higher, and I whimper as heat spreads through my core and outwards, blossoming on my skin. I'm tearing a hole in my lip as I'm knocked into the hardest orgasm I think I've ever had in my life. So hard a tear slips down my cheek.

The water from the shower hits my nipples, extending out my pleasure, and it just goes on and on, not stopping .

I suck in a deep breath and gasp, jerking the toy away from my clit as my knees begin to buckle. I can never have more than one at time, being too sensitive. Clicking off the toy I shiver as I try to get my bearings. Mason is utterly silent on the phone, and at first I think he might have hung up.

But I hear a door slam, disputing that thought. Because why would it be that easy?

Nah, I'm always finding myself stuck in the most embarrassing situations for some fucked up reason.

"Melody!" he snaps. "Answer my goddamn question!"

"What-" I suck in a sharp breath as another tremor rolls through my body, "what was the question?" I lean my head back and pant, fantasizing for a quick second that he's jealous.

"I said, are you fucking someone right now? What the fuck are you doing?"

Ohhh he sounds so unhappy, but I refuse to read more into it.

"How did you even get on the phone?" I ask dismissively, letting him stew in his anger. It's a long shot. Wishful thinking, really, but I hope he's suffering.

"Answer my question!" he barks.

My head recoils. "Jesuusss, do you have to yell at me like that?"

"I'm not yelling."

"You are."

"I. Am. Not. Y elling."

I squirt some body wash on my loofah and soap up, deciding to fuck with him. "I'm in the shower. I had my airpods in listening to music, and I think I called you by accident."

"I heard a guy." He just won't let it go.

I hum. "Yeah well… I know a guy who knows a guy."

"Don't fucking p-"

I roll my eyes in amusement. "Piss you off.

I know, Mason. But you just make it so easy sometimes that it wouldn't be right of me not to.

" I tease, grinning as he clears his throat in irritation.

I rinse my body and then shut the shower off, grabbing up my towel and then drying off.

"You need to see an ENT for all that throat clearing you've been doing, Mason. I'm starting to get concerned."

It's the girl’s turn to moan loudly. The man really starts pounding, and Mason goes completely silent on the phone. My cheeks flush as I blush, but I refuse to hang up just yet. Really wanting to rub it in.

"Yes. Yes, Darren. Yes!" she yelps before falling quiet.

I giggle. "I think she got her happy ending. What about you?"

"Were you masterbating, Mel, when I answered the phone?" he asks in a deathly quiet voice.

I roll my lips. I thought I might be able to convince him the sounds he'd heard was hers, but apparently it didn't work. I try anyway. "You can't prove that."

"I'm not a fucking idiot, Mel. I've been on countless runs with you. I've heard you tired, worn out, moaning in pain. I know what you sound like," he snaps.

"You don't know what I sound like when I'm moaning in pleasure," I throw back, not quite even believing we're having this conversation.

Mason's silent for a few long, drawn out seconds. I take the time to dress quickly. I'm in the middle of pulling on my shirt when his next words cause me to pause and tense up.

"How dare you call me in the middle of the day," he snarls, "whimpering, and damn near crying into the phone and then try to act innocent like it isn't you. But tell me, you're the one listening to the couple in the next stall fucking while you do it, so, are you itching to get fucked, too?"

My eyes widen in shock because Mason has never talked to me this way. I go with it in a teasing manner, because I know Mason's not flirting with me. Surely not me?

"Maybe," I giggle, keeping my tone light. "It might help me relax."

"Hmm. Now there's a thought," Mason says. He makes a sound in his throat that causes another shiver to go down my spine. "Need someone to fuck you so you can maybe relax enough to get that math grade up? Wonder why I didn't think of that."

My heart pounds wildly.

"I definitely need to get my grades up. I'm obviously willing to try anything at this point."

"You sound very needy," he says.

My brows lift. How did we get here again?

"Hmhm. I need a lot of things."

He half laughs. "You also sound very greedy. Girls like that are so fun to break down."

Huh.

"Break down?"

"Hm-hmm," he hums.

I wet my lips, trying for nonchalance. "You sound like you might have some experience in whatever that is. Want to teach me?"

"Experience?" he half laughs. "Girl, I would fuck you into next week," he say sharply.

I blink as my clit throbs. "Mas-"

"You still a virgin?" he interrupts me.

I gasp, feeling my heart stop before it gallops away. I falter, grasping and failing to find words to continue our playful banter that has somehow just turned very serious. I lose my bravado quickly with just a few simple questions from him, so I don't answer, and the silence lingers.

But not for long.

"Keep your legs closed, Melody," Mason says, his voice softening.

My heart skips a beat, but I play off how badly his words affected me. "You're cocky for assuming. Who says I haven't opened them already? Maybe I was going to join them for a threesome, and you answering the phone stopped me."

"I swear to God," he snaps, his voice losing all softness as his anger comes back. "Let me find out you're not a virgin, and I'm going to beat your ass into the-"

I hang up on him, finish my business and saunter out of the bathroom, looking at Stephen who has a wildly uncomfortable expression on his face. "No, sir. She was in there by herself. The couple was two showers down. Yes, I'm sure." His eyes slide to me before sliding away. "Yes, sir, I will."

My jaw drops, seeing he's speaking with Mason through his ear piece. "You'll what?" I snap, as he hangs up with him.

"Keep a closer eye on you," Stephen answers deadpan.

I narrow my eyes, but he keeps an impassive look on his face. "Want to go on a run?" I say threateningly. His eyes slide from mine.

They purposely hired Stephen due to how fast he can run, a requirement put in by Izzy. I had to have a security guard who could run faster than me.

Stephen just shrugs his shoulders. He runs fast, but he doesn't like long distance. He'll do it, though. I've tested it twice. Once in the pouring rain, even. I don't know what they pay him, but it's not enough.

I make my way into my dorm room and tilt my head back lamenting the sight of my laptop sitting there reminding me of my fucking homework .

I set my bag down and pull out my phone again, calling Mason back.

"What?" he snaps.

"Don't talk to me like that. I need you," I whine quietly, trying to appeal to his gentler side.

"Need what, Melody? Hm? What do you need? Tell me."

"I need help with my homework."

"Don't you ever hang up on me again," he growls, making a shiver roll down my spine, and my pussy clench greedily. "Do you understand me, butterfly?"

I smile, doing a little dance. "I understand. Oh hey, can you grab us a soda?"

Mason pauses, going quiet. "Already planned on it."

"Yay," I say, throwing myself down on my bed. My hand goes in between my legs, and I touch myself, feeling the tingles of my orgasm still there.

Mason makes a rough sound, and I hear another door close. "I think because you pissed me off I'm going to have you on your knees longer today. I'll be there in an hour."

"That's fine with me," I say, rubbing myself harder. "I gotta go, Mase. I'll see you when you get here." I hang up the phone and arch my back, moaning as I work myself into another orgasm at what just happened between us.

I fall asleep, only waking up when I hear his knock on the door. I pinch my arm, convinced I was dreaming.

By the look in his eyes I'm not so sure. I watch him carefully.

He hugs me a little longer today. His mouth lingers on my temple, and his hand settles lower than normal, curving over the top of my ass, and I eat it up just like the greedy girl he'd called me earlier on the phone .

By the time I'm on my knees looking up at him, letting him pour soda in my mouth while I wish it was something else, I'm damn sure I wasn't, and the phone call actually happened. He doesn't let me up until I drink the entire can.

It takes a bit.

And by the time he leaves, only after making sure I got every question correct, I'm convinced that he wants me, too. But if so, why hasn't he picked me up yet? My insecurities swirl, getting the better of me. Convincing me that I'm not good enough for him.

So, when he calls me later that night, I ignore him.