I shook my head. I didn’t care. So he drove to Garrett’s. As we went inside, I knew before asking that no one was inside. It was another part of my life that I ceased to care about. I should’ve. A normal teenager should be concerned when she never saw her biological father, but I took Mason’s hand this time and led him upstairs.

When we were in my room, the door was locked, and I was pushed against it. I gasped before his mouth slammed down on me and gasped even further when he lifted up. His tongue went deep inside and his hands separated my legs for me. He pushed against me.

My blood already boiled and the same need throbbed between my legs. I ached for him. I always ached for him, but when he slipped two fingers inside of me, I shook my head and rasped out, “I want you.”

He grunted and pulled back. Then he slid inside. He was gentle at first, but then he shoved hard into me.

I screamed against his mouth.

He reared back and thrust again, rougher.

My hands were taken in his hold, and he held them flat against the door by my head. My legs wrapped tight around him, but he kept thrusting. More and more. Harder and harder. I was blind with passion and tried to wrench my hands free. He shook his head. I felt the movement as his lips still plundered mine. Then I started to whimper. I needed to take over. I needed to be in control.

“No,” he whispered when he shoved the farther inside of me.

Lust and pleasure swirled together in me. It took over. I was past conscious thought and I lifted my body off the door against him. I wanted more.

He cursed in a gasp and his hands dropped to my butt.

My hands were free and I shoved at him.

“Sam?” His eyes were wide when he staggered back a step.

I dropped to my feet and pushed him back against the door. Then I latched onto his shoulder and grabbed the dresser beside me. I lifted myself up. He caught me and then he understood what I wanted. He shifted so I was laid out on the dresser and he was between my legs.

One of his hands pushed up my shirt and cupped my breast. Then he slid inside again. I mewled from the pleasure of it. He lifted my butt higher in the air and readjusted so he slammed even more into me. I lifted my hips, urging him on. I set the tone. He gasped as I controlled our rhythm.

My hips bucked at a faster pace and he grunted. He arched over me, braced himself on the dresser, and took us both over the edge.

I opened my mouth to scream, but he drowned it out when he slammed his mouth over mine. As we hurtled over, the climax was violent within me. I reached out and hit the wall so I could brace myself. My body trembled and jerked in spasms as it rode through me.

Mason leaned over me and scooped me off the dresser. He carried me to the bed and then scooted so he was beside me. I opened my mouth, but he shook his head. He curled around me and held me in his arms. The only thing he mumbled was, “You’re on birth control, right?”

I tensed at the realization we hadn’t used a condom but then nodded. “I went on it a month after we started.”

His arms tightened around me and he kissed my shoulder.

It wasn’t long before we were both asleep.

*

We stayed in bed for the rest of the day. Mason left in the afternoon and returned with food, but it wasn’t long after that before we were groaning again. The food was left, forgotten on the floor. When it was five thirty, I remembered what Adam had said about Becky’s event. I groaned but pulled myself out of bed. Mason rolled over and propped himself up on an elbow. “Where are you going?”

I rolled my eyes and grumbled, “I have to go to this thing for Becky tonight.”

“What thing?”

I shrugged and went into the bathroom. As I turned the shower on, I yelled back, “Something for her brother. Adam told me I’m not supporting her, and I should’ve been at the party last night.”

He appeared in the doorway and propped a shoulder against the doorframe. He had pulled on his blue scrub pants from before and he crossed his arms. His biceps seemed bigger than ever. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” I dropped my hand. The water was warm enough.

“You’re going to some event for nerd girl’s brother because you’re not supporting her enough?” He lifted an eyebrow. “What part of that statement confirms that Adam is manipulating you and is still a douchebag?” He didn’t wait. “The entire statement, Sam.”

I grinned and stepped inside the shower. The door was left open. Mason sat on the counter across from me, but he threw a towel on the floor to catch the water. I ducked under the water and replied when I lifted my head clear. “I know. I’m not defending him, but he made a point. Becky’s not a great friend, but she’s a friend. She’s a cheerleader now. She’s got new friends now.” I sighed and felt the water for a second. For some reason, I always needed that cleansing feel from it. Then I continued, “And I’m going tonight for her. I don’t want her to feel like I’ve forgotten about her.”

He grunted and cursed. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” After I shampooed my hair and cleaned my face, I turned it off and stood before him for a moment.

His eyes skimmed me up and down, slowly. A slight smirk adorned his face and met my gaze with a dark promise in them. “Are you sure you have to start this tonight?”

“Why don’t you come with me?” I wiggled my eyebrows at him. “I’m sure Adam would love that.”

He scowled. “Is he going to be there?”

“He said he was this morning.”

Then he pushed himself off the counter and brushed past me into the shower. The water was turned on and I reached for a towel when I felt his finger skim down my spine. It ended on the curve of my butt and he cupped one of the cheeks. He pulled me back into the water and kissed underneath my jaw. “I think we might be a bit late.”

And we were, but it was worth it.

Even though he slept over quite a bit, it wasn’t the same. I lived in Garrett’s house now. Mason lived with his father, not to mention that I hadn’t seen Logan in a long time as well.

As we were getting into his Escalade, I asked, “What’s Logan doing tonight?”

Mason snorted and pulled out into the street. “Not going to this event.” He shrugged. “I haven’t heard from him so I assumed he was doing the same thing as we were today.”

“Screwing?”