25. Mason
Chapter 25
Mason
S eems like when you get horny enough, wet dreams aren’t sufficient and your brain starts to provide you with sexy hallucinations. When I catch Sophia in my arms, her expression looks just like her O-face—an image that is the most valuable possession stored in the safety box of my spank bank.
Speaking of said bank, I’ve made many deposits into it today: from the way the straps pushed up her boobs to?—
“Can you let me go?” Sophia gasps.
Ah. Right. I gently separate us. “Are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah,” she breathes. “That was… amazing.” For some reason, she looks very flushed.
Levi clears his throat. “Can you please step aside so the rest can ride?”
Translation: “Get a room.”
We move over. I’m barely walking because I’m hard and the fucking straps are painfully tight.
“Can I clip her in?” Levi asks cautiously when it’s our turn again.
Fucking hell. Every time Levi reminds Sophia that I’m acting like a possessive boyfriend, her eyes narrow. If he keeps it up, she’s going to give me a lecture… and probably have a point.
Yeah. When she refused to kiss me last night, she made it clear she’s not “mine” in any sense of that word, but I just can’t help myself. I can’t stand the idea of another man touching her to the point where I don’t even like knowing she’s been with a guy in the past. In fact, some atavistic part of me was pleased when I learned that she’s never had a serious relationship. If it were up to that part of me, Sophia would’ve remained a virgin until we met, like some Victorian debutante.
Ugh. Someone shoot me and put me out of my misery.
“Hey.” Sophia elbows me in the chest. “Your turn.”
Ah. Right. I jump from the platform—and can’t help but grin. All the sexual tension aside, ziplining is great fun.
I manage to brake again and take my place to wait for an even more fun moment: when Sophia ends up in my embrace.
Fuck.
I’m anticipating this way too much, especially considering she doesn’t want me like that. The last thing I need is to become an actual stalker.
Sophia zooms down super fast, except this time, she brakes and lands gracefully in front of me on the platform like a ziplining pro.
“Great job.” I can’t help a wave of pride despite my disappointment that I didn’t get to touch her.
She looks at me strangely. “Thank you, Mason.”
Not sure what that was, but I like the sound of my name on her lips… especially when she screams it in pleasure.
And there we go again. My balls are beyond blue now. I think they’re in violet territory. Maybe even ultraviolet. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if they started shooting X-rays at all the Sophia-related X-rated images that swirl in my head.
XXX rays.
“Move over,” Trent grumbles.
Ah. Right. We step aside to allow the other people to zip down, but the air between me and Sophia feels charged… or so my imagination makes me think.
“This is the last jump.” She gestures at the wire we’re about to ride. “Is it too early to say this excursion wasn’t a clusterfuck?”
“No.” At least my brain thinks so. My cock might consider this lack of a fuck a clusterfuck.
“Then why don’t you tell me?—”
“Move it,” says some dude.
I glare over my shoulder, but no one takes credit for speaking, a smart move.
I turn back to face her. “Sorry, Ladybug. We’ll have to continue this on the ground.”
With that, I jump—and once again, a grin is on my face as the wind hits my cheeks.
They clearly saved the best for last.
This zip has the best zap.
In fact, I almost forget to brake, but the prospect of ending up in Levi’s smells-like-teen-spirit embrace is a great motivator, so I do what’s needed and land on the platform with just a slight misstep.
On her end, Sophia nails another perfect landing, which may be why I want to nail her all that much more.
“Spill it,” she pants.
I shake my head. “We need to get to the ground. If either of us breaks an arm en route, this will be considered a clusterfuck after all.”
She pouts but leaves me be until we’re safely on the ground.
“Okay,” she says. “Tell me now, or else.”
I sigh. “Fine. Here goes. Remember when I told your friend Abigail that I could pass her resume on to someone at Octothorpe?”
Sophia’s warm brown eyes widen to almost comical levels. “She’s getting an interview?”
I nod. “Plus, I have it on good authority that her chances are solid.”
What Landon actually said was: “Unless HR finds pictures of her shooting heroin into her eyeballs, or she shits on the desk of one of the interviewers, she’s got the job in the bag,” but I don’t want to get Sophia’s hopes too high in case Abigail finds a less spectacular way to screw up this opportunity.
“When is the interview?” Sophia demands.
“She had her first round yesterday,” I say. “But she’s got many more rounds to go.”
Sophia’s eyes go from wide to narrow. “You sat on something this big this whole time?”
“It was only an exclusive secret on the day we boarded,” I say. “I wanted to use it to earn some goodwill so you’d stay for dinner. Abigail would’ve told you about it the next day if it weren’t for your digital detox.”
Now Sophia’s eyes are just slits. “That’s pretty manipulative.”
I cock my head. “Would you rather I hadn’t passed on her resume?”
“I’d rather you’d done it out of the goodness of your heart, not just to get something from me.”
I arch an eyebrow. The truth is, I would’ve done it regardless, but if I tell her that now, she won’t believe me anyway, or she’ll call it another attempt at manipulation. For whatever reason, she thinks the worst of me, and I hate that.
“Okay, fine,” she says curtly. “You win.”
My other eyebrow shoots up. “Win what?”
My cock twitches—as if it’s not clear what he’s hoping she’ll say.
“We can have dinner together when we get back on the ship,” she says magnanimously.
I didn’t ask for that, but I’m more than happy to accept. “Sure. I’d love to have dinner with you tonight.” And every dinner after that.
“Oh, and… thank you.” Sophia steps closer to me and moistens her lips. “Whatever your motives, getting Abigail that interview was huge.”
I can’t drag my gaze away from her lips. “You’re welcome.”
She closes the distance between us. “Can you help me get out of this getup?”
I do as she requested, peeling off the harness straps one by one.
Fuck.
Who knew stripping off safety gear could be such a turn-on? Given how hard I am, you’d think these straps were lacy underwear.
“Let me help you too,” she croons after I dumbly help her remove her helmet—like she couldn’t do such a basic thing herself.
Help me?
Wait a?—
Yep.
She drops to her knees, her mouth inches away from my throbbing cock. She frees my right leg, then my left—and it’s a marvel I’m able to remain standing because I don’t think there’s any blood left anywhere but in my dick.
“Now your shoulders.” Her voice is oddly sensual, probably due to my libido-driven hallucinations. “Sit.”
I plant my ass on a nearby log, where she joins me and helps me undo the rest of the gear. She takes off my helmet last, and her face ends up a breath away from mine, her lips mere inches away.
Plump lips.
Juicy, temping lips that?—
Suddenly, the lips I’ve been admiring so much lock with mine.
Fuck me. I have no idea if I initiated this, or she did. All I know is that it’s the best kiss of my life—and most importantly, instead of pushing me away, she enthusiastically participates in the kiss.
“Just get a room.” Trent glowers from somewhere nearby.
I suppress the urge to beat the old man into a bloody pulp. He’s actually got a point.
Sophia and I in a room together is the best idea I’ve ever heard.