His Toy (Book #1)

One Secret Gone

He parked the car, and turned off the engine. We sat there for a couple minutes, until he finally got out and walked over to my side and opened my door for me. I smiled up at him as I stepped out of the car.

We walked, side by side, onto the beach. I took my sandals off and set them to the side. Stepping into the warm sand, I immediately relaxed.

"Catch me if you can!" I yelled suddenly and then took off down the beach.

I heard him chuckle, and when I looked back over my shoulder, I could see him running after me. Adrenaline kicked in, and I found myself running faster and faster.

His arms wrapped around me, and we started forward, the ground getting close. A scream escaped my lips but I never hit the ground; I hit something more firm.

When I looked up, I saw Mason's chest underneath me. I sat up, my legs going to either side of his body, so that I was straddling him, and looked down at him.

His hands where resting on my hips; his eyes were resting on my face. I felt my cheeks start to heat up, and I looked down. I felt him sit up and then one of his hands slid from my hip and came up to my face. I flinched away, but he still came closer.

He cupped the side of my face and tilted my face up so I was looking at him. His face came closer, but I knew he was just going to lean his forehead against mine. Sure enough, he did, and he looked into my eyes.

"Want to go on a walk?" I asked softly.

He blinked and looked down.

"Sure." He said, a smile appearing on his face.

He put both hands on my hips and lifted me up, standing up himself. I felt his hand slip into mine, but he didn't interlock or fingers. We walked along the beach until we found a dock. We walk down to the edge and sat down.

"This is really pretty." I said.

"Yea. It is." He said.

I looked up at him to find him looking at me.

Suddenly I got an idea. Without a moment's hesitation, I thrusted my arms out and pushed him into the water. I jumped back quickly and stripped in case he wanted revenge, and I know he will.

I stood on the dock, in my bikini, waiting for his head to break the surface.

When a couple minutes passed, I grew worried, so I walked forward and peered over the side, into the water.

Suddenly a hand shot out of the water and latched onto my ankle, pulling me forward and into the water.

I gasped, taking a deep breath before plummeting into the cold water. I felt goose bumps rise all over my body from the temperature of the water.

Arms wrapped around me, and my eyes snapped open to see Mason in front of me; his hair moving back and forth with the water.

One of his hands pressed against my lower back, holding me against him. His other hand slid down one of my arms, until he reached my wrist.

Pain shot through my arm as his hand brushed over the non-healed scars.

I jerked away from him, pushing both hands against his chest, and swimming up.

I broke the surface and pulled myself out of the water and back onto the dock. A breeze hit my skin, causing me to shiver. I crossed my arms over my chest in and attempt the shield myself from the wind. I looked up and realized it was getting dark.

I walked down the beach, leaving my clothes by the dock. I would get them later.

"Hey!" I heard Mason's voice behind me, and I knew he was running after me.

"Please, stop." He said, but I kept walking.

Suddenly his hands came in contact with my arms and he turned me around so I was facing him.

"What?" I said a little harshly.

My gaze wouldn't meet his. I knew he felt bad for me. I didn't want sympathy. I didn't want him to know.

"Can I see your wrists?" he asked softly.

I shook my head. I could feel tears forming.

He reached for my wrist but I jerked away.

"Leave me alone." I whispered.

"Please..." he whispered and tried again.

I stood there, and let him take hold of my wrist; his grip was gentle.

I kept my face to the ground, but I secretly watched him.

His fingertips lightly brushed along my forearms, and over every scar I had from my past on that arm. Then he did something that surprised me. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against each scar.

The tears spilled over onto my cheeks, and I couldn't stop them from flowing. I had held them in for so long, no force could make them stop. For every tear that rolled down my cheek, it felt like a little bit of myself had been restored. Like I didn't have that weight, hurt, and hate bottled up inside me anymore.

He looked up at me, and then his hands came up and cupped the sides of my face, tilting my face up. My gaze met his slowly, and I could see the worry and concern in them.

I felt his thumbs wipe away the tears on my cheeks, but other than that movement, there wasn't any more. We just stood there and stared at each other.

Then, very slowly, he leaned in and gently pressed his lips to mine.

Fireworks went off inside my body; my fingertips tingling with an unknown sensation; our lips moving in sync, fitting perfectly as if they belonged.

He pulled away slowly and rested his forehead against mine. His hands moved down, one went to the small of my back, the other grabbed onto my hand, interlocking our fingers.

My cheeks burned with blush, and it felt like my heart was beating out of my chest. Then suddenly my legs gave out and turned to jelly, causing me to fall against him.

His arm wrapped firmly around me and held me up. I wrapped my free arm around him and let this moment soak in.

He kissed me.

But...

He knows one of my secrets...

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