Mason Harrison is the captain of the hockey team, undeniably good-looking, and always knows just what to say. But he doesn't come without his flaws... After a traumatic relationship leaves him unsure and fearful, Mason doesn't know when he will be r...
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- - - - RILEY - - - - acquainted - the weekend read at your own risk lmao
Mason's heart thunders under the palm of my hand as I peer down at him. The usual steady thump thump is dramatically sped up as my legs straddle his massive thighs, and my ass is perched on his crotch.
I can feel his growing erection underneath me, and based on his firm grip on my butt, I can tell that things are about to change between us.
"Riley..." Mason murmurs. Even in the dim light, I can see his dilated pupils and tongue dart out to moisten his lips.
Smiling, I lean down, pausing to look at Mason, who is still staring at me through hooded lids.
Moving even closer, Mason closes his eyes, expecting me to kiss him, but instead, I press a kiss to the tip of his nose.
Cracking one eye open, Mason lets out a frustrated huff and readjusts his grip on my ass. "You think you're funny?"
"The funniest." I sass.
"You're definitely somethin' baby."
Did he... did he just... call me baby?
Me?
Mason Harrison just called me, baby?
I can feel my breathing speed up, and my skin flushes its knowing shade of red at the pet name. I can't believe he just said that.
As my heart accelerates and tries not to combust in my chest, Mason's hand slides up my cheek and brushes a falling strand of hair out of my face. His thumb rubs soothing circles on my temple, and I wonder if he can feel my racing pulse.
"Riles..." Mason whispers. His tone is soft and sweet, and when my eyes meet his, I can't help but admire how gentle his gaze is. "C'mere."
With my last ounce of self-control gone, Mason's words have me pressing my lips against his in record time.
The kiss is unlike anything that we have shared between us before. It's a mess of sighs, groans, and a few hair tugs as Mason feverishly weaves his hand through my hair and to the nape of my neck.
Jesus Christ.
As Mason continues to kiss me, my hands move to the hem of his shirt and tug, urging him to take it off.
"Off?" He asks breathlessly. I nod and try to catch my breath. But as Mason's biceps flex and his shirtless torso is uncovered, the air leaves my chest like it was never there, to begin with.
It isn't the first time I've seen Mason shirtless, but damn... I have a whole new respect for all the time that he spends in the gym. It definitely is paying off.
Settling back onto his thighs, my hands rest on Mason's chest and absentmindedly trace the outline of his abs.
"You look fucking phenomenal right now, Riley." The conviction in Mason's voice is so strong that I actually believe his words.
