Summer
His grip on my arm tightens, and my feet rush to keep up with him as he strides toward his truck.
“Mase? Mase? Will you slow down?”
He releases me when he reaches the passenger door, then swings it open and nods toward the seat. “In.”
I roll my eyes at his gruff tone and slip inside. Then he shocks the hell out of me and leans in, and I almost combust as his deep-bergamot cologne fills my nostrils, sending a rush of nostalgia through me.
His muscular weight presses in on me, pinning me down, but the click of the seatbelt diverts my attention, and my cheeks heat at realizing he strapped me in.
When he slides inside the truck and starts the engine, I chew on the corner of my nail.
“What happened?” he asks, reversing out of the spot a little too fast. The vein on his neck is pulsating, and I want to trace it with my tongue.
I shake my head as lunchtime plays out in my mind. “Levi poured a drink over me.”
His eyebrows furrow, and he steals a peek toward me. “Levi?”
“The douche. The other guy back there.” I throw a thumb in the direction of the school.
He nods, but he can’t understand, not based on a small incident in school. Nope, the prick has had it in for me all year. Travis said it’s because he wants to fuck me, but I think he gets a sick kick out of fucking with me.
He glances at me, then back at the road, gripping the steering wheel. “I don’t want him anywhere near you.” I’m about to tell him me too, but he continues on. “The other guy. You’re to stay away from him too.”
My spine snaps straight, and a disgruntled noise leaves my lips, drawing his attention. “No.”
“No?” I can practically feel the steam pumping out of his ears, and his face turns redder. His T-shirt pulls tight as he adjusts himself in his seat; he looks seconds away from exploding.
I cross my arms over my chest, grimacing at the way my wet shirt clings to me.
“He’s my best friend.”
An obnoxious scoff leaves him, and outrage surges through me.
He turns toward me, the vein on his temple twitching. The muscles on his forearms are tightly strung with the grasp he has on the steering wheel now turning his knuckles white. “You fuck all your best friends?”
My mouth gapes open, and I delight in the fact his eyes zero in on my lips before he darts his focus back to the road.
“I haven’t fucked him,” I grit out, pissed I’m explaining myself.
“Yeah, right,” he mumbles under his breath, causing irritation to prickle my skin. Just who the hell does he think he is?
“I’m not a liar, Mase.” I flick my wet hair over my shoulder and straighten my spine. “And you can go to hell if you think I’m listening to you and your demands.”
I swear I hear his teeth grind. “Didn’t have a problem listening to my demands when you had my cock in your mouth.” My mouth falls open; he did not just say that. “Besides, I’m your guardian,” he spits out like it’s killing him. “You’ll do as I fucking say.”
“Make me,” I taunt, with a condescending smile I feel down to my bones. If he thinks he can walk into my life and change my carefully crafted plans, then he can think again. Mason Campbell might be a walking wet dream, but I can be his worst nightmare.