Falling For His Escort [Book #3]

Chapter 26

"What?" My eyes grew in size. I wasn't expecting that at all.

Haley, who had paused at the entrance, stared at the two of us in shock. Mason was still half naked, Haley sparing him a quick once over before focusing on me.

"I can come back," she stated awkwardly, reaching for the shoes she had slipped off.

I nodded in her direction and she quickly took her leave. My gaze shifted back to Mason.

For some reason, my heart hurt at his words. I didn't expect him to agree with me. As a matter of fact, I didn't want him to agree with me.

It's so fucking confusing!

I was so sure that I'd be able to put an end to all of this and move on with my life. But now that we are finally talking about it, I don't want to.

"You're right," Mason repeated.

"I don't-" I shook my head once more, feeling the tears welling up in my eyes mix in with my mascara. I blinked away the burn. "I don't want to be right," I finished. "I take back what I said."

"You're so damn confusing."

"I know," I replied with a sniffle. "I'm sorry."

Mason held up his hand, wanting to touch me, but hesitated. He gave me a look that made it clear he was asking for my permission to proceed.

I nodded. His hand was on my cheek, his touch as gentle as ever. "You have nothing to be sorry about. You don't want to be hurt again. I understand."

I'm waiting for him to walk out of my life forever. But instead he stops holding on to his towel and it falls in a pool around his ankles.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't promise you that I won't piss you off every now and again. But I can promise you that I will never break your heart."

"Mason..."

He removed his hand from my cheek and placed his index finger on my lips. "Shhh, let me finish."

I swallowed my words.

"I'm falling for you, Harlynn. And that shit scares me just as your feelings for me scares you." He was back to suffocating me with his presence, only this time I welcomed it. "So, instead of running away from our feelings... let's be scared together."

I shoved him. Hard. He stumbled backward, regaining his footing before he fell. "You fucktard! Why didn't you just say that in the first place!"

A grin tugged at the corners of his lips. "You wouldn't have told me the truth about what you were feeling if I had."

He was right about that. And truth is, knowing that my feelings were reciprocated made me feel a whole lot better about the situation. I guess I shouldn't have been so quick to judge him. I've been doing it since the first time we met.

Damn, I feel like such an asshole.

I should have known that Mason wasn't like the guys I'd fucked around with in the past. He actually has a heart.

"You want to fuck now?" I asked.

"You really are something else, Harlynn Murphy."

I approached him, my fingers running down his chest. "That's not what I asked." He grew tense beneath my touch, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

"You already know the answer."

"Yeah, I do." I kept my attention on him as my hand slid further down the length of his body. I grabbed his cock and began stroking him slowly. "But I want to hear you say it."

He groaned. "Of course I want to fuck you. But what about your sister?"

"Believe me, she'll understand." I pushed him down onto the couch. His back hit the sofa,  his hands grasping at my hips when I sat down on his lap. Straddling his hips with my thighs, I leaned down to kiss him.

His lips felt good against mine. Too good, actually. I felt like I was floating above clouds. He's such a good kisser. A part of me wanted to sock him in his throat, because it meant that he had practiced with other women to become this good. 

But then I remembered that I was the one he chose. He wants me. Not them.

So I relaxed in his arms and focused on his lips and the tongue that had slipped into my mouth. my eyes fluttered close, my beating heart loud in my ears.

Ba-boom.

Ba-boom.

I haven't felt this way quite a while. It's frightening. I almost want to change my mind again and end this once and for all.

But even if I could, Mason's managed to worm his way into my heart. And he's made it clear that he's remaining there forever.

My eyes shot open when the butterflies started to flip and flutter violently in my stomach.

I pulled away, breaking the kiss. Mason opened his eyes and grabbed my face just as I was about to look away.

"Don't," he murmured, his breathing just as choppy as mine. "I can see it in your eyes. You're about to shut down again."

He was right. I was on the brink of shutting down, because my fear was yet again intervening with my chance at happiness.

He moved a stray strands of hair away from my forehead, his need to see my face fully bringing a blush to my way. It's the way he looks at me. And with those emerald green eyes.

It always seems to melt away all of my doubt and worry.

I internally scoff. Mrs. Isaacs was right. The Isaacs men will always get what they want.

"What's going through that pretty head of yours? Tell me, my beautiful dove."

His brows dipped, concern shown on his face as he waited patiently for me to respond.

"Can we talk about it later?"

I really didn't want to get all emotional right now. In fact, I might not ever want to get into it. Because if I do, then I'll have no choice but to acknowledge what's happening between us.

Mason's publicly stated his feelings, whereas I have not because I'm not totally sure I'm ready to open up that door.

"Can we just focus on fucking me like a whore?"

Mason's brow shot up. I thought he'd be used to my forwardness by now, but I guess not.

His lips curled, a smile forming. "You don't have to ask me twice."