30. Chapter 30
Cameron
Sophia’s family home wasn’t small by any stretch of the word.
But, no matter where you sat, if someone ran the shower, you’d be able to hear it.
The water trickled noisily through the old pipes.
Normally, because of the thin walls, you’d be able to hear if someone listened to music too.
But, when it was Mason showering, if you were quiet enough, you’d get lucky enough to hear her sing.
From my position on the couch, I couldn’t exactly make out what she was saying, but I could hear the melody. Part of me wanted to go sit outside the door just so I could enjoy her that much more. Unfortunately, Sebastian had other fucking plans.
“I told you to draw the attention of the church. Not involve the fucking media .” Sebastian snapped as he pointed to his laptop.
On the screen was a picture of Mason and I that had to be taken today. We were out front of the bookstore and my hand was on her belly. Thankfully, whoever did this didn’t capture her crying.
Instead, Mason was smiling and my God the way she was looking at me was enough to make me melt. Her mismatched eyes were so warm that I could feel how much she loved me. And, while I’d probably have broken someone’s phone if I caught them taking this, it had to be my favorite photo of us .
But, with Sebastian standing just inches from me, I couldn’t let him know that.
“I didn’t realize how short Mason was,” I mumbled, leaning in so I could see the picture better.
Sebastian snapped the computer shut as he groaned and tossed himself beside me on the couch.
“So, no part of you is concerned about the fact that the whole fucking world now knows that you’re Mason Albright’s baby daddy.”
“I ain’t her baby daddy… I’m her boyfriend.”
“You’re not helping your case.”
“What—should I try to be her fiance too?”
“I’d rather not have you as competition.” Sebastian smirked, leaning into the couch.
“Why—because you know you’d lose?” I knew that wasn’t necessarily true.
If given the choice between Seb, Lucian and I, Mason would choose Luce. That wasn’t even up for debate. The two went together like a wedding cake and a chainsaw, but I think they liked it that way.
Sebastian reached over to flick the tip of my nose. The pain was warm, sharp, and short lived. All it really did was piss me off.
“Real mature,” I grumbled, rubbing the spot.
“I thought I’d try acting my age for once.”
Normally, that type of comment from Sebastian would have earned him a snide remark. But, for the first time ever, I didn’t have the urge to humble Sebastian.
I was probably too smitten over the photo of Mason and I. I’d really need to try to find it later.
“Back on topic—I literally showed the whole world Mason was mine. Have ya heard anything from Dale?”
Sebastian’s jaw hung open as he hesitated. “Actually, I was going to ask you the same thing.”
I checked my phone despite the fact it had been completely silent since we got home. “Nope. Nothin’. ”
The second I spoke the words fully sunk in. I was photographed with Mason, feeling our daughter kick, and no one had a single thing to say to me. Well– Except for Seb. But he always had something to say. Seriously, the guy never seemed to shut up.
It was too soon to fully count my blessings. But, there was a real chance Dale was actually done with me. That meant I was gonna get to be there for everything. Maybe I’d even be able to go to an ultrasound.
A smile sprouted on my lips and Sebastian gave me a sour look. But, before he had the chance to say anything nasty, Mason’s singing stopped and so did the shower. Sebastian’s phone buzzed, drawing his attention.
He pushed his glasses up his nose as his eyes scanned the screen. “The kids are still going to be out for a while, right?”
I turned my attention to the clock on the wall. It was just after five, Jasper and Juniper were both on their way to gymnastics and karate with Lucian and Sophia. Mason, Seb and I probably had close to two hours by ourselves still.
“Yeah, why?”
Sebastian’s thumbs pattered against his screen before looking back up.
“Mason wanted to know if she had to get dressed just yet,” he mumbled. “Don’t get any funny ideas–She’s mine.”
If Seb genuinely believed that, he wouldn’t need to tell me. Plus… telling me not to touch Mason was practically challenging me to fuck her while he watched . Maybe I could tie him to a chair and–
“You’re disgusting.” Sebastian recoiled from me as his eyes darted between my lap and my face.
A flutter of embarrassment filled my chest when I looked down and noticed my cock pressed into the denim of my jeans. I cleared my throat and readjusted myself.
“If I’m so bad, why are you looking?”
“I wasn’t looking.” Sebastian crossed his arms and shifted away from me. “I just so happened to glance down and notice your–well–”
“Hard?” Well, hard-ish.
Part of me wanted to tell Seb I was thinking of him just to see how he’d react. But, that would require me to admit that I was actually a little attracted to him.
His lip curled in disgust just in time for the bathroom door to open. Steam spilled into the hallway as Mason stepped out while still toweling off her hair. The second she fully came into view, my gaze flickered a little lower.
And, not gonna lie, I was really disappointed that she wasn’t naked. Instead, she’d stolen one of my shirts. Normally, when she did this she only stole an old tee-shirt. This time, she’d gotten a little bolder.
Lucian and I were both football fans, and a year or two ago Sophia had gifted he and I jerseys of our favorite teams. We didn’t really wear them that often, they were reserved for when we’d watch the game together.
But, I’d never seen another human look as good in Navy and White as Mason Albright .
The way the oversized garment draped over her body was better than lingerie. By the way Sebastian stared at her, I was fairly certain I wasn’t the only one enjoying the view.
She didn’t pay any attention to either of us as she strutted into the kitchen, somehow that made this better. Every fiber of my being wanted to snatch her up and rip that jersey off her with my teeth.
“God, I’d drink her fucking bath water.” Sebastian’s voice was low and raspy.
My head jerked toward him out of instinct. “What the fuck did you just say?”
His blue eyes went wide as the ocean as a flush crept up his neck.
“I uh, nothing. I just said she looks nice.” He coughed.
So Mason wanted to fuck an alien and Sebastian wanted to drink her filth. Why did the youngest people I’d ever slept with need to be the kinkiest?
I didn’t have the mental energy required to address everything going on right now, so I turned back to Mason. I leaned back just enough to spy on my girlfriend.
She was near the snack cabinet standing on her tiptoes. Slowly, Mason raised an arm and the hem of the jersey with it. My breathing shallowed as I realized she didn’t have underwear on .
Mason’s ass had to be one of the eight wonders of the world. It was soft and round, but something she did left it so sculpted that it felt unreal. Like I should give her a thank you card for just letting me look at it.
I swallowed hard as the zipper of my jeans burst, unable to contain just how excited I was to see my girl.
The sudden noise caused Sebastian’s gaze to shift, and after a beat, he tossed a nearby throw pillow in my lap.
“That’s my girlfriend,” he hissed.
My chest went hot as Mason innocently retrieved a packet of molasses cookies. She was completely oblivious to the effect she was having on Sebastian and I.
“If you wanna get technical, that’s our girlfriend,” I breathed, unable to do much more.
Sebastian’s gaze narrowed, but he didn’t say anything as his gaze flickered back toward Mason. She walked toward us, cookies in hand and a small smile on her lips. For the first time in a few days, she seemed completely carefree, blissfully unaware of the hunger she’d plagued us with.
“Is everything okay?” She asked, plopping between the two of us. “You both look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Sebastian and I shared a glance. Never in my life did I think he and I would be on the same page, but as he gently slid the package of cookies from Mason’s hands, I realized he was thinking the same thing I was.
“Hey!” she protested as Sebastian placed the container on the coffee table.
“Hey yourself.” His voice was a low rumble as he grabbed her by the back of the neck. “What the fuck are you doing walking around like that?”
Her eyes widened just enough to make her look far more innocent than she was. “Like what?”
“Like you’re trying to drive us insane,” I replied, placing a hand on her thigh.
The heat of Mason’s skin under the fabric sent a jolt of electricity through my veins. My Pretty Girl was one wrong move away from being pinned against the couch and fucked as hard as I could .
Her cheeks flushed as her eyes darted between us. “I just wanted to be comfortable.”
Sebastian’s grip on her tightened as he pulled her just a little closer.
“Comfortable?” he challenged. “You’re walking around in nothing but a jersey and you think that’s not an invitation for me to bury my dick so far inside of you that it’d need surgically removed?”
Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red as she looked at me. Her eyes silently pleaded for help, but the smug half smile on her lips told a different story.
“You both realize that I’m like one wrong move away from popping, right?” she protested.
“She knows what she’s doing,” Sebastian breathed.
Mason gasped. “I do?”
I tossed the pillow to the side and took Mason's hand, placing it on the split zipper of my pants.
The warmth of her palm soaked into my boxers, leaving my erection to twitch.
“You literally made me break my zipper,” I warned. “How’re you gonna fix it?”
Her fingers trailed along the broken zipper as she examined the area fully. Her breathing quickened as she pulled her lower lip through her teeth.
“I… I didn’t know that could happen,” she mumbled.