Fallen Crest Forever (Fallen Crest Series Book 7)(85)

He had a wolfish look on his face. “What are you going to do—”

I ran my thumb over his tip, and he sucked in his breath again.

“That.” I offered so much promise and warning in that one word. And I closed my hand back around him, holding still.

His fingers kept moving, almost ramming into me, and I felt the climax building. It was rising, increasing. I was just on the cusp of coming, and he knew it. He smirked down at me as I tried to hold him hostage. It wasn’t working.

I opened my mouth, only able to lie there, pant, and stare up at him.

I was right there. And then he slid a third finger into me, pumping it deep, and it was enough.

I groaned as I felt the sensations flood me. I rode over the waves as he watched. He looked smug, and I cursed, feeling my body tremble, but it was payback time.

I managed to keep my hold on him, and then I began rubbing. Up and down. No, that wasn’t enough. I wanted to taste him and I began to shift so I could lower my head.

He was already rock hard. He’d be delicious, but Mason swore he had other plans.

With my body still shaking, he dislodged my hand and pulled his fingers out. He undressed himself and me within seconds, then he was back. I hadn’t even had time to register his absence. His hands went to my thighs, and he spread them wide.

He impaled me in the next second, and he went deep, all the way deep. I felt him in my stomach. He lay on top of me, then with a soft kiss dropped to my shoulder, he began moving, and soon I was writhing all over again.

A little while later I whispered, “What are you going to do about the videos? About those girls?”

“Nothing.” He shifted, tightening his arm around me as he held me from behind. He kissed the back of my neck. “But if Quinn fucks with us again, I’ll do to him what he did to me. I’ll edit that video so those girls’ identities are protected, and then I’ll release it.” He slid his leg up between mine. “Oh.” He gently nipped at my shoulder. “He also thinks Nate is going after Becky, but don’t worry. He’s not. It’s just a bluff.”

I twisted around to him. “What?”





Everyone stared.

Everyone talked.

Everyone knew.

The first day of classes sucked. The second we stepped on campus, all attention was on us. Logan saw Mason and me coming—he’d come earlier with Taylor for some reason—and he came over to throw both his arms around our shoulders.

He hugged us to him with an extra squeeze. “Look, we’re celebrities. Dreams do come true.”

Mason shot him a look. “Thanks for the sarcasm.”

“I charge extra for the attitude. You get the family discount.” His arms dropped, but he bumped me with his hip before falling in line on the other side of me. “You too, Sam. Sista.” He winked.

“Lovely,” I remarked, rubbing at my forehead. A headache had already started. “Let me guess. We’re the Soul Sista Connection?”

“SSC.” He beamed back at me, puffing up his chest. “I had to ask Matteo if we could branch out, but he okayed it.”

Yep. The headache was definitely there. It kept growing the more cheerful Logan became.

“Why doesn’t the attention bother you?” I asked.

He shrugged, dropping some of his extra bounce. “Used to it since high school.” He jerked his head toward Mason. “My brother kinda set the bar, you know?” He swung his hands as we made our way to the coffee cart. Every now and then, people would call out a greeting. He pointed at each person as he responded. Most of the greetings were for Mason, congratulating him or coming over to bump fists with him in a show of support, but it didn’t matter to Logan. His head was up. His shoulders were back, and he was embracing everything with his usual Logan cockiness.

He talked as we walked. “So Taylor talked to her dad, and he told her everything is good. No investigation is going to happen since the original charges were dropped, and you ‘came clean.’” His fingers did air quotes. “That did a lot of damage control. You should be in the clear. We don’t have to worry if that other chick says anything either, about our party.”

He was talking about Nettie. I, for one, was relieved by that too. Even if she did twist things around, Mason’s press conference was already out there. People would be more inclined to believe him than her now.

I glanced up when Mason didn’t say anything. His eyes were on me. I reached for his hand, and his finger began rubbing over where my ring was supposed to go. We hadn’t fully discussed the engagement announcement yet. Images of us together, our limbs tangled up with each other, and him watching me as he slid inside—it all flashed in my head, and my body jolted at the sensation.