The Bad Boys of Summer Anthology(70)

It was a little after eight when I heard the growl of Mason’s bike pull into the parking lot. I looked down at my short denim skirt and I shuddered at the thought of hiking it up and pressing my body against Mason’s back. The first cool front of the fall had blown through the night before so instead of a tank top, I opted for a fitted, long sleeved, old ringer tee that donned the cover from Van Morrison’s Moondance album. I hoped that Mason would understand my wearing it was a show of appreciation of his previous week’s serenade. It clung to my body and it was extremely thin from hundreds of wears and washes which allowed my satin chocolate brown bra to be clearly visible (I may or may not have gone shopping that afternoon especially for this bra and panty set to match this shirt.) I threw on some brown leather flip flops, and opted for the pigtail braids again since I had assumed he’d bring the bike and I didn’t want my hair to be a tangled mess.

I ran out of my room to meet him. Even though it had only been three days, I was so anxious to see him again, to touch him and just let loose for a while.

“Angel, what a breath of fresh air on this fucked up day. You look amazing as always,” he complimented me as I approached him taking off his helmet. He looked just as incredible as I had remembered, once again in a plain t-shirt, navy this time, and jeans, and I had no shame but to walk right up to him and wrap my arms around him. He just as eagerly put his arms around me and held me close to him.

“Mason,” I said into his chest without pulling away. We stayed like that for several minutes. I didn’t know what had happened in his day and he didn’t know about mine, but we both seemed to know that we needed the physical contact, the closeness, at that moment. No words were necessary. We finally tore apart and Mason broke the silence.

“Okay, that was enough seriousness for the night. We both need to forget about whatever shitty kind of day we had and relax. Let’s go have some drinks and listen to what I hope is some halfway decent music.” He tilted his head at me as if he was asking my approval for this plan.

“Are you not singing tonight?” I asked, a little confused.

“Nope. Marcus changed up the schedule this week so that Friday nights are now open mic and Thursday and Saturday nights are scheduled sets,” he explained with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

“What?” I asked. “What are you not telling me?”

He leaned down to me and put his forehead on mine. “I may have had some pull on the schedule change so that I could actually spend some time with you tonight instead of having to worry about performing,” he admitted sheepishly. I couldn’t help but grin goofily and feel all gooey inside that he would go through the trouble of changing the entire bar’s schedule so he could spend time with me, but I was also sad that I wouldn’t get to hear him sing.

“So when will I get to hear you sing again?” I pretend pouted.

“I’ll play a song or two tonight acoustic if you want, but you’ll have to either come on a school night or bring your Saturday boy with you to the bar.” He moved his lips closer to mine so that were only centimeters apart.

“Well, that won’t be a problem any longer,” I whispered, bringing my lips so close to his that they were practically touching. “No more Saturday night guy.” He didn’t wait any longer to capture my mouth in his and I sighed in relief at the sensation of his mouth on mine. The kiss was long and hungry and I hoped a preview of what was in store for the rest of the night.

“Come on, Angel. Let’s get going before I give you another lesson right here in this parking lot,” Mason growled into my mouth. His words mixed with the pure wanton lust in his voice inspired a small growl of my own, which made him kiss me again. Finally, we separated and got on the motorcycle, both of us more than a little worked up.

When we got to the bar, Mason pulled his motorcycle around to the back where he parked close to a back door. He helped me off the bike and picked right up where we left off in my parking lot. He held me close against his body, I could feel that he was still hard as he pressed against my abdomen.

“Do you feel what you do to me? Do you have any idea how crazy you are making me right now?” He asked in a low voice as he kissed the top of my head. He began moving his mouth down to my neck and ear and continued to talk and kiss. “Tasting your mouth again?” Kiss. “Those fucking sexy ass pigtails?” Kiss. “Seeing you in that damn see-through shirt?” Kiss. “Feeling your heat through those damp silky panties while you were pressed up against my back?” Kiss.

I stepped back before I had a damn orgasm just from him talking to me and kissing my neck. “We should go inside before you try to start another lesson, Teach.” I smiled up at his handsome face and he nodded in agreement, grabbing my hand to pull me through the back door.

Mason stopped by the office to let Marcus know that he was there even though he was technically off. Marcus was a little friendlier to me during our second meeting and I was surprised that he had remembered my name when he greeted me. We said goodbye and ventured into the main area. The room was fairly crowded and there was a girl on stage that was pretty good. Mason placed his hand possessively at the small of my back and guided me through the crowd to his regular table. I recognized several of the people there from last Friday, but didn’t remember everyone’s names.

Mason seemed to sense my unease as we approached the table because he whispered in my ear, “The only people you need to know here are Cruz and Sebastian, Aaron isn’t here and he’s the only one that has a girlfriend that’s worth remembering. Cruz is my childhood best friend and Sebastian is his cousin.” He kissed the top of my head and I nodded. I remembered which ones were Cruz and Sebastian as soon as he said their names. Despite the fact that I did not find him attractive, Sebastian appeared to have no problems getting female attention as he had two brunettes snuggled up to him. However, it could easily be argued that Cruz, while not as physically impressive as Mason was, had just as much sex appeal as his best friend. He was average size in both height and build, but his bright green eyes combined with his darker complexion and long black hair was fascinating.

Everyone called out their greetings to Mason, or Rat rather, whenever we got settled onto his bar stool. He insisted that I sit on his lap again, so I positioned myself on one of his legs, with my legs dangling in between the two of his, so I could still see his face and be able to kiss him whenever I felt like it. Mason gave a universal hello to everyone around the table, but then turned to address Cruz and Sebastian. “Cruz, Sebastian, you remember Scarlett from last Friday.” I knew that there was no way that they were going to remember me from any other bimbo that Mason usually had curled up in his lap.

“The girl from last Friday? Angel?” Cruz’ question was directed more at Mason then at me, but they were both looking at me curiously. Of course they would remember because of Mason’s ridiculous little concert he dedicated to me.

“Yeah, MY angel,” Mason answered him. He lightly pulled on one of my braids with one hand, kissed my cheek, and placed his other hand high up on my thigh. I blushed furiously knowing that everyone was watching us.

“Fucking brilliant, Rat,” Cruz said. I turned to look at him, not sure if he was being sarcastic or not, but when his emerald eyes locked onto mine, I was startled to see the pools of desire that stared back at me. Unable to control my reaction to him, I clenched my upper thighs tightly together and lightly dug my fingernails into Mason’s shoulder. It only took a matter of seconds for me to realize that I needed to break the stare, which I quickly did, but not without Mason observing the entire exchange.

Surprisingly, he chuckled and looked over at Cruz, “Not with this one, man.” Mason shook his head. “Not a fucking chance. You have no idea.” He brought me closer to him and wrapped one of his arms tightly across my waist and kissed the side of my mouth. I wasn’t exactly sure if I understood the entire conversation that just took place, but I was pretty sure that Cruz was asking Mason to share me with him.

“Don’t worry, Angel, no one else is going to touch you,” Mason assured me. I didn’t bother to tell him that I wasn’t worried in the least about Cruz because it was then that I noticed they were introducing the next local musician ready to take a shot at impressing the crowd. When Ash walked onto the stage with his acoustic hanging around his neck, I inhaled deeply and my body stiffened. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Ash pulled one of the available stools up onto the stage and adjusted the microphone. He looked out into the crowd and showed his irresistible dimple.

“Ah shit,” I heard Mason mumble against my back.

“Thank you. I had actually planned to do a different song that I have been working on, but instead, I just noticed that a friend of mine that’s here, so I’m going to invite her up to play with me, if that’s okay with all of you. I think you’ll really enjoy this.” Everyone cheered. He turned and looked at me sitting in Mason’s lap and every eye in the bar followed his. “Scarlett?” He asked in the microphone. “Care to join me?”