Mason I left the table and went back up to the bar to order us another round of drinks. I bought some shots that weren’t tequila so Ginny could partake and returned with a tray of liquor. I passed them around and caught Laina smiling at me. I winked at her. She scooped up a dark purple shot and smelled it. She seemed to approve because she held onto it as everyone else claimed their drinks. I offered my brother some, but he shook his head. He would stay sober. One of us had to get the Mustang home, and he told me I deserved the celebration. I accepted his offer, and like we were all goofy teenagers, we tossed back two or three shots each, washed them down with a beer, and let our drunken stupors take hold. The music doubled in loudness, and Laina danced in her seat. Ginny leaned into Rick, who was watching her with amusement as she told him a nearly incoherent story about something that happened to her earlier in the week. She was laying
LainaMason and I finally spilled out onto the sidewalk. I was dizzy with lust and feeling good from the booze. Light. Free. Mason cut to the curb and threw his hand in the air to flag down the first cab that drove by. Unfortunately, it was full, and we ended up having to walk a couple blocks down the street to get away from the pub district. There were too many people also in need of cabs at this hour, and both of us were itching to get somewhere private. We made our way down a less busy street, and I leaned against the side of a shop front as Mason looked both ways, watching for a cab. He glanced over his shoulder at me as I ran both hands through my hair. I paused, catching the way he was eyeing the lines of my body, and stood there with my fingers in my hair and my shoulder blades pressed to the shop at my back. He licked his lips and turned from the road to come to me. I stayed where I was, my breath catching in my throat when he pl
Laina The curtains were open on the north wall. The moon and stars peeked through the clouds as he tossed me onto his bed. The sheets were navy blue and gray and silky. They felt good on my skin as he pushed me onto my back and lifted my right leg. Then, slowly and gently, he pulled off my boot and tossed it over his shoulder. I propped up on my elbows and watched as he did the same with the other boot. Then he pulled his T-shirt over his head, and I nearly had an orgasm right then and there. “Wow,” I breathed. I hadn’t meant to say it aloud. It just sort of slipped out. His tattoos were swirling works of black and gray art that covered his arms and torso. Muscles rippled beneath the ink, shifting beneath his tanned, taut skin as he reached for the zipper at the front of my pants. He drew the zipper down. It hummed softly as if thanking him for finally undoing my pants. I lifted my ass off the bed as he began pull
Mason“Should I go?” Laina asked. Her chin was resting on top of her hands, which were flat on my chest as she looked up at me with tired eyes. I shook my head. “No. You should stay.” “You sure?” “Course I am. It’s late. There’s plenty of room in this bed for both of us. And what would happen if I woke up horny and you were gone?” Laina laughed and curled up on her side to press her cheek flat to my chest. “So persuasive.” I rubbed her shoulder and closed my eyes. It had been a long time since I felt the warmth of a woman in my bed. Six months, to be exact. The last time I’d felt this sort of closeness with someone was with Evelyn, and that had blown up in my face. At the time, I’d been sure I would never trust another woman again. But there was something different about Laina. Something trustworthy and honest. Something good. She took a deep breath beside me, and I opened my eyes to look d
Mason The nurse at the desk on the first floor directed me to Rick’s room as Casey had promised. I found him in a room of his own, still unconscious, and collapsed into the chair beside his bed. He looked rough. He looked like he’d been in a battle for his life. His nose had been broken, and he had two black eyes. The doctors had put a brace over his nose and secured it with thin white strips of medical tape. His bottom lip was split open, his jaw was bruised, and I could also see bruises along his forearms, likely from blocking punches. “Fuck, man,” I breathed as I looked my brother over. I was having terrible flashbacks of sitting with him in this very same hospital the night he’d been shot. This wasn’t as terrifying because his life wasn’t hanging in the balance, but the beeping monitors and the bandages and the blood were enough of a trigger to have me feeling some of that same anxiety. Laina arrived a good ten minutes after I had. S
LainaThe coffee shop I met Ginny at on Tuesday morning was our usual meetup spot. They served the best chai tea lattes, my favorite, and the pastries were made in-house fresh every morning. Today I was treating myself to a cinnamon roll coated with a thick layer of cream cheese icing. They’d warmed it up for me, as they always did, and as I cut through the doughy goodness, a waft of cinnamon and sugar rose up to meet me with the steam I unleashed from the center. Ginny sipped her hazelnut latte. “So is Rick out of the hospital then?” I had just finished filling her in on everything that happened on Sunday morning. I had told her he was jumped, and his memory was still pretty foggy. All he could remember was that he was cut off when he turned down a side street and boxed in when another car pulled in behind him. He’d locked his doors, but one of the guys broke the passenger window open, and they dragged him out. Then they waled on him until he passe
Laina “You’re so full of shit!” “Ginny!” “What?” I covered my face with my hands and fought the urge to smile. Ginny was giggling, and my cheeks were getting hotter by the second. I hadn’t ever had a one-night stand in my life—not that I was entirely sure that’s what Saturday night was. I hadn’t spoken to Mason since Sunday and was giving him space to get his shit together for the upcoming race. Naturally, space meant I had no clue where he and I stood. And if this was a one-night stand, I didn’t want to talk about it. But if it wasn’t… Ginny pulled my hands away from my face. “Why are you embarrassed?” “I’m not.” “You’re bright pink,” she said flatly. “I don’t know,” I said, slumping backward. My chair creaked beneath me. “I just… I wasn’t expecting Saturday night to happen. Now that it has, I’m a bit thrown off. Things were easy between me and Mason before. We were friends. I
MasonWhen I got up on Tuesday morning, it was to the sound of dishes clattering in the kitchen. I threw my blankets off, pulled on a pair of loose sweats, and padded downstairs to the living room. Rick had crashed on my couch the last couple of nights since getting out of the hospital, so it was covered in blankets and several pillows. The bed in my guest room wasn’t comfortable for him because the mattress was too soft, and with his aching back and kinked neck, he favored the couch. I found him in the kitchen putting two pieces of bread in the toaster. He glanced up when I opened the fridge and helped myself to a glass of orange juice. “Morning,” he said. His voice was more nasally than usual due to the broken nose. “Morning. How are you feeling this morning?” He shrugged one shoulder and peered down into the toaster. He’d always been impatient when it came to his food in the morning. As young kids, we would fight to get to the toaster