Seduction - Chapter 25 #2
I was surprised when Brendan tore his jeans off. All these costumes looked so real.
He tipped his hat at me and smiled.
“Hey, Brendan,” I said.
“Hey? That’s all I get?” He put his cowboy hat on my head, before pulling me off the couch.
I laughed, but my laughter died in my throat as he stared down at me. I’d been trying really hard not to look at him during his dance. Because he had a stupid perfect face and stupid perfect abs and I was already embarrassed enough about being aroused by Rob and Matt.
“Remember the last time I kissed you?” he whispered down at me.
My heart started beating faster. Stop it, heart! Why are you betraying me?! I will not be turned on by you, Brendan. I shook my head, even though I did remember.
He put his lips to my ear. “You really don’t remember? It was a pretty great kiss, Penny.” He pulled back and smiled at me. “And remember,” he said in a surprisingly good Southern drawl. “Instead of riding a horse, next time ride a cowboy, darling.”
I didn’t know what he meant by that. Was he calling James a horse? Or was he just making the usual horse cowboy joke?
He placed a kiss on my cheek, like he wanted to remind me of what his lips felt like.
But I hadn’t forgotten. And I didn’t know if it was that, or the perfect Southern accent, or the cowboy costume itself but…he’d gotten me. I swallowed hard.
God, I needed James. Right this freaking second. But it wasn’t James who appeared next.
It was Mason. And he was not in a costume at all. He was just wearing what I can only describe as a banana hammock. A gold banana hammock that shimmered slightly in the dim lighting.
Every one of his muscles and his firm ass perfectly exposed to the world.
What the hell are these guys trying to do to me?
“Now it’s a banana party!” Kristen yelled.
I thought Matt was the best dancer, but Mason was the best dancer for this specifically. I wasn’t surprised about that either. He’d surely seen enough strip shows. But it was weird that he’d already stripped.
Justin squealed in delight as Mason got down on his hands and knees and literally prowled toward us. He did something on the ground that wasn’t quite the worm because it was way more sexual. His eyes trained on Bee as he basically humped the ground in front of her.
She fanned herself. “This is wonderful. But, Mason, what kind of costume is this?” Bee said with a laugh.
“I’m a stripper,” he said.
She laughed. “Oh, I got that. But you jumped awfully fast to the last part.”
“I didn’t need some dumb costume to turn you on, baby.” He stood up and did some kind of roll thing with his abs while leaning over her. It was freaking sinful.
I pressed my thighs together.
And immediately froze because he saw me do it.
The cockiest smile spread across his face. He did the same move, this time staring directly at me.
I immediately turned away. I never should have started this five months of seduction thing with James. It was like I needed sex 24/7 now. Like my body was trained for it.
But it was hard to look away when Mason stepped in front of me. He did the same move he’d just done to Bee, his gold banana hammock right in my face.
“It’s okay Penny,” he whispered, stopping when his pecs were right in my face.
“We all thought about fucking you the first time we met you. It’s okay that you’ve thought about how good it would feel to be underneath me.
Or tied up in my bed, just the way I like it.
” He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his abs, pushing my fingers down to his happy trail.
Holy hell. Every inch of him was muscley goodness. I loved my husband. So fucking much. But it was like I couldn’t look away.
“By the way, how’s your new sex dungeon treating you?”
Oh God, he knows about that too? I’d blame Bee for blabbing, but I would have blabbed too if it had been me in her situation. “I…” But I had no excuse. If he knew he knew.
“Need me to show James a few things?”
I laughed.
“You would not be laughing if you belonged to me. I’d chain you up and have my way with you for hours.”
“Jesus, Mason.”
He laughed. “Not the first time someone’s called me that in bed.”
Yeah, I didn’t doubt that.
“By the way.” He held my hand a little tighter to his abs.
“James is so fucking pissed at you right now.” He dropped my hand and I was finally able to get it safely away from his abs.
“You’re welcome. Rumor has it you love a good spanking.
I’m going to assume that’ll happen to you tonight after you basically molested my abs while I was wearing virtually nothing. You dirty girl.” He winked at me.
Oh no. It wasn’t my fault. What was I supposed to do? Cross my arms and refuse to participate? James’ friends were overly flirtatious. They always had been. This time they were just overly flirtatious and half naked. It didn’t mean anything. At all.
James appeared in the entryway dressed like a professor. A scowl was etched across his perfect face. He was definitely pissed. And that just made me want him even more.