“Because he’s here and he’s asking for you.”
I did my best not to look surprised. After the other night, the last thing I thought he’d do is come around looking for me. “He’s probably just meeting with Jayson and looking to kill some time.” I fiddled with the buckle on my skirt. “That’s what I’m here for, right?” I tried to give a smile, but I couldn’t quite make it.
“Jayson’s not here.” She stood from the bed. “You’re playing with a fire that will get you killed, baby girl.” Her hands smoothed over my shoulders. “Be careful. Lucas is out there talking to him.”
“Send him away.” I ignored the pain building in my chest. “Or just tell him to come back when Jayson’s around.”
“Lucas told me to come get you.” Her hands dropped from my shoulder, and she gave a little shake of her head.
“Okay, then.” I pushed away from the dresser. I wouldn’t show my hurt. I’d shove it deep down, bury it where it would have to stay.
“Sometimes I wish I could go back in time to when you first showed up here with Kerri.
I’d kick your ass out. Never let you hang around.”
“Why?” I paused in the hallway. She tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Jayson’s an asshole, always has been. If it weren’t for Lucas, he probably would have
me under the same shit he has you, after helping me out. But I had my brother as a sort of currency- you were so innocent. No one to save you from big bad men like Jayson. But I’m telling you, stay away from Mason. He’s only going to break you, if Jayson doesn’t take care of it first.” She left me standing in the hall alone.
I heard her tell Lucas I’d be right out, and for a moment I was tempted to run back to my room and lock the door. “Lucy.” Mason’s voice got my feet moving. He hadn’t seen me yet. “Come here.” I rolled my eyes at the cockiness in his voice. Like I would just come because he snapped his fingers. And damn my legs for being so damn obedient and taking me right to where he sat with Lucas.
Lucas turned his cool gaze on me and gave me a soft smile. “This asshat here wants
to talk with you. Jayson isn’t here to give the okay, so you’ll be taking him into the pool room there.”
“Thanks, Lucas.” The room that was set off from the main lounge had two pool tables. Although there was a door, the walls were all windows. He’d be able to see us the entire time. Which meant Mason would have to keep his hands off me. A small part of me was disappointed, while the sane part felt relief.
Mason shut the door to the room and I leaned against the pool table. “Wanna play nine
ball?” I asked with a smile. He kept his back to the door and his narrowed gaze on me. Like he was pissed at me for something.
“I wanted to talk to you about the other night.”
“What for?” I picked up a ball from the table and rolled it between my hands. “I’m sorry I walked in on you, Jayson sent me- probably because he wanted me to find you with her.” I shrugged a shoulder. No sense in letting him see how finding him with his cock in some other girls mouth had affected me.
“That girl, she’s just-”
“A whore.” I nodded and dropped the ball on the table, watching it roll across the green felt until it bounced back toward me. “Like me.” I gave him a smile and walked around the table. Having it between us felt more comfortable. A barrier.
“You are no whore.” His eye narrowed even more, the muscles of his arms tensed over his chest, where they were crossed. The stance he held looked more like a war pose than a guy just wanting to get laid.
I laughed. “You’re an idiot if you think that.”
“There’s something else going on. You aren't some club groupie out to fuck the guys until you get made an old lady. Fuck, the other day you made it sound like you'd rather die than be married to a member.”
I looked up at him, he dropped his arms, his hands now shoved into his jeans. He didn't’ look any less dangerous in that stance. “That’s about right.” I nodded and picked up the ball again. “Look, if you feel guilty about getting your dick sucked by someone else- stop. It’s not like I haven't had another cock in me. We aren’t a thing-”
“What other cock?”
“Mason. We aren’t a thing- a couple, or anything else. For fuck sake, Jayson gave me to you the first night you were here. Did you think you were special? That you were the first and only guy he’s done that with?”