Falling For His Escort [Book #3]

Chapter 18

Mason hesitantly snaked his arms around my waist and I swallowed. He had so much heat radiating off him and he smelled amazing.

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive? I wouldn't want you to get-"

The motorcycle rumbled, Mason unable to finish his sentence as I pulled out of the driveway and sped down the road.

"Whoo!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, not caring who heard me.

I haven't driven a motorcycle in so long. My father used to own one when I was little. We would drive around the city -with no particular destination in mind- and admire all the lights.

But after a terrible accident that gave my father PTSD and wrecked the motorcycle, the black Harley just sits in the garage rotting away.

I've tried getting my father to fix it, but he refuses. I even offered to take it to a shop and pay for the repairs myself, but he's deemed the ride junk.

He constantly claims it's junk, and yet, refuses to depart from it. That's how I know deep down, he misses riding motorcycles just as much as I do.

The wind blew through my scalp, Mason holding onto me tightly, while I switched lanes with a smile of joy on my face.

"Be careful, Dove." I felt his grip on my waist tighten.

I failed to suppress the smirk on my face, liking the feel of his hands on my body a little too much.

Is it bad that I'm thinking about him fingering me right here and now?

Especially when I could feel him running small, burning circles through my shirt.

All he had to do was move his hand down just a bit further and he'd be touching the ache that's been pulsating between my thighs all night.

We were at a stop light, my house just a block away. I contemplated guiding his hand down in between my thighs.

But before I could make a decision, the light had turned green and the car behind me was honking at me to move.

"Fuck," I cursed out of frustration.

Speeding down the block, I made a right onto my street and parked in my usual parking spot.

"Are you okay?" Mason asked, disappointment flickering across my face when he moved his hands.

No.

I'm so fucking horny I could scream!

"Mhm. Perfect." I smiled through gritted teeth, trying to hide my true feelings and desires.

He stood up, before lifting me off of the motorcycle. "You're lying, Dove."

I wouldn't look at him, because I knew that would expose my lies even more. So he grabbed my chin. "You know I hate it when you look away."

"And you know I hate it when you stare at me with those beautifully annoying green eyes."

His eyes fell to my mouth. "Dove."

"Hmm?" I hummed, staring at the piercing on his tongue as he spoke.

I wonder how the silver metal ball would feel rolling on my-

"Can I please kiss you? Just once?"

"No."

"May I ask why?"

"Because I might like it."

He grinned. "And what's so wrong with that?"

"I'll end up wanting more," I answered honestly.

He lowered his head, his lips nearly brushing my own. "And like I said before, what's so wrong with that?" He reiterated lowly, his warm -lasagna tinted breath- fanning my face.

"I don't give out sexual favors. You know that. And besides, I don't want to be disappointed."

"Disappointed?" He scoffed, sounding offended. "You wound me, Dove." He had his open hand over his chest, an exaggerated pained expression etched into his features.

"I'm sorry, but I've fucked enough pretty boys like you to know how this goes."

"Really?" He questioned, visibily interested in what I had to say. "Enlighten me, love."

"You'll last what? A few minutes. And even that's pushing it. You'll get your fill of pussy for the night, while I'm stuck dissatisfied and wishing I'd fucked my pillow instead of wasting my time with a dick that can't even fuck me properly."

Not a single emotion blanketed his face. Not a smile. Not even a twitch of his brow.

I opened my mouth to ask him a question, but ended up being on the receiving end of one of his questions instead.

"You've never had an orgasm, have you?"

Suddenly my face was red, his question catching me off guard. It exposed my vulnerability and I glanced down at my hands.

I don't know why I felt so embarrassed. There were plenty of women who were experiencing the same issue. And yet, a part of me just couldn't help but feel like I was missing out on something.

It fucking sucked. Because no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't bring myself to experience such an earth shattering moment.

"Eyes on me," Mason demanded.

I slowly lifted my gaze back up to his. "Is there something wrong with me?" I whispered.

He shook his head, moving his hand away from my chin to tuck a strand of my black hair behind my ear. "No. You're perfect."

A smile tugged at my lips and I firmly shoved him away from me. He stumbled back a step, a smile on his face. "Cute, but I know you're only saying that so you can get in my pants."

His smile dissipated. "Not everything I say and do is some sort of elaborate ruse to fuck you, Dove."

"Really?" I deadpanned, still skeptical.

"Really, really." Reaching around me to take the keys out of the motorcycle, he dropped the keys into his pocket. "I'm just being a good friend."

"A friend, huh?"

"Yeah." He tilted his head in the most adorable way. "I mean we are friends, right?" There was a hint of concern in his voice like his heart would shatter if my answer wasn't what he had been hoping.

"Yeah."

He sighed with relief. "Thank God. You scared me for a moment."

"You're so cute, you know that?"

He had a proud smile on his face, my compliment boosting his already high ego. "Thanks to my mom, I do know that."

I rolled my eyes at him, the smile on my face stretching. "Okay, you can stop being cute now." I walked past him, heading towards my apartment building just a few feet away.

He jogged to my side, determined to open and hold the door open for me. "And risk not seeing that beautiful smile on your face? Never."