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“Kat, what are you doing here? It’s late,” he said, concern written all over his face as he pulled me into the house.
“You,” I said, not wanting to waste another second. “I choose you, Mason.” I waited carefully for him to comprehend my words. When he did, laughter echoed through the otherwise silent house, bubbling out of him as he took me in his arms and swung me around.
He stared into my eyes with those beautiful, bright blue eyes that melted my heart. “I love you, Katrina Dawson,” he said.
I raised myself on my tippy toes before planting a kiss on his sensuous lips. A kiss that felt right and completed me. A kiss that moved the earth beneath me and made my world turn. I knew then that nothing I felt for the others could ever be compared to what I felt for Mason. The thought both scared and excited me at the same time.
“I should take you home, it’s really late,” he said, already going to open the door and lead me outside.
“No, it’s fine. I already told my mom I’ll be staying here tonight,” I said, raising my eyes to meet his.
He lowered his head to kiss me again, and my hands found the buttons of his shirt, undoing them. “Come,” he said as he led me toward his room. We stood in the middle of it, wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing without a care in the world. When my hand fell to his belted trouser, he sucked in a breath. “Kat…”
“I want you.”
“Are you sure? We don’t have to do anything now,” he said, but I wouldn’t be deterred.
“Yes,” I nodded. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
He stretched out a hand and waited for me to take it, and when I did, he led me to the bedside, pulling my hair tie out so my locks flowed freely over my shoulders. “Beautiful,” he murmured.
Slowly, he unbuttoned my shirt and jeans while I kicked off my boots. My clothing fell to the ground. In a few swift motions, we took his clothes off too.
We then stood in front of each other, entirely naked.
He carried me and I gasped as our bodies met, skin-on-skin contact sending an electric sizzle through me as he laid me down gently on the bed. His fingers wove through my hair, the blonde locks splaying around my shoulders.
Easing my head back, he tilted my eager lips to meet his. A deep groan shuddered through him when I met the thrust of his tongue with mine as we claimed and consumed each other in a fiery passion.
Releasing my mouth, his head sank lower to suck on my neck. That might leave a mark, but I didn’t care. His hand grazed my thigh then slid upward to cup my breasts, teasing the pointed nubs of my nipples that hardened instinctively to his touch.
My hands rose to link around his neck, my fingers buried in his soft hair as my hips lined up against his growing bulge. I moaned in ecstasy as he took one nipple in his mouth, fingers teasing the other.
I couldn’t wait anymore “Mason…”
I heard a wrapper rip, and then he entered me, thrusting gently at first until I begged him to move faster. To go harder and deeper into me.
Waves of emotion crashed through me, igniting an unquenchable fire at the center of my being as we fell into one another.
*****
Thirst woke me later that night from the deep sleep I had fallen into after making love to Mason twice more. I wandered aimlessly down the hall right outside Mason’s room until I realized I was lost. Soft music could be heard from the room to my right, so I curiously opened the door and came face-to-face with something unimaginable.
A laptop sat on the cluttered table in one corner of the room, and I walked up to watch the images on the screen. I recognized Mason’s parents in the video even though I had only seen them once and I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“What the hell are you doing in here?”
I gasped, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, and turned around to find the livid voice that spoke, “Mason?”
“Wrong. Try again,” the boy in the wheelchair said, his blue eyes filled with brewing anger.
“I don’t… I don’t understand,” my voice trembled.
“I’ll ask you again, what the hell are you doing in my room?”
CHAPTER NINE
It took me a while to understand that the boy in the wheelchair wasn’t Mason, but his secret paralyzed twin brother Connor.
