12. Davina
12
Davina
I would rather Mason talk to me about what happened. Let us decide together if the kiss was just a fluke. A heat of the moment kind of thing.
But does he do that? No. All week he’s behaved as though nothing happened. Like it meant absolutely nothing. That pisses me off more than if he had just ignored me.
I’m not great with emotions. Growing up with the Mason brothers, I was almost always confused about my feelings for them. Torn over wanting both of them for different reasons. I recognize that now. I suppose that’s why I’m on my knees, Aiden’s dick in my mouth.
I thought this would make me feel better. Thought it would help me forget the way my heart pounded when Mason’s lips touched mine. Thought it would help me forget the butterflies in my tummy. I sure as hell thought it would make the ache in my pussy stop.
Is he done yet? Geez. My jaw is tired and at the rate he’s going, he’ll never return the favor.
He grunts and his body stills. Finally. He’s a nice enough guy and maybe in a different life, or if I were a different person, he’d be perfect for me. I do like bikers, after all.
He gives me a soft kiss on the cheek and promises to call me later, not even offering to get me off. The moment he’s gone, I rush outside, expelling the food from my stomach.
“Regret doesn’t taste very good, does it?”
He’s standing at the dark corner of the building, just outside of the view of the security camera.
Collin.
“Christ, you’re still so fucking beautiful.”
I hate the fact that he has any effect on me but can’t deny that he does. I’ve told myself I need closure when it comes to him. That I can’t fully move on because I never got that. Maybe that’s true. Maybe that’s bullshit. Maybe the only closure I need is to accept that I chose the wrong brother.
“Are you ready to end this war?” I ask and he smirks.
“Why? I’m the one winning.”
“Why are you even fighting?”
He takes a drag from his cigarette. “You know the answer to that. Deep down, you know why. Ask Charles.”
Before I can say anything else, he disappears into the darkness. I don’t chase after him. Chasing him would mean I’m ready to accept the truth in what he said.