Fallen Crest Alternative Version

“No.”

“Samantha, you will stay or I will call your mother.” Authority rolled over him, and I glimpsed Coach Strattan.

I snorted. He wasn’t my coach. “I’m going, David. My mom won’t care right now. We both know that.”

“Sam!”

I went through the door and left it open as I walked past the guys. No one made a snide comment this time. Everyone paused in their movements when my dad came to his doorway and hollered, “Samantha, there will be consequences for this action.”

I snorted again and glanced back. “Like what? You’re going to have me grounded?” Then I shouldered my way through the door and went to the parking lot. Since it was nearing lunch time, a crowd gathered around his vehicle.

As I had expected, Mason was there. He waited in his Escalade with closed eyes and a slight sneer on his face. The bruises on his face gave him a rougher exterior, but his angular cheekbones mixed with them. It added to his already dangerous appeal. My stomach fluttered as I saw his muscular build was outlined under the long-sleeve shirt he wore. It clung to him.

I looked over and saw Lydia and Jessica. They were at Jeffrey’s car. Their mouths hung slightly open. Lydia’s hand clenched together when I got inside of the Escalade and Mason opened his eyes.

He gave me a soft grin. His green eyes seemed brighter than normal. “Hey.”

I shut the door and sat back. “Hey.”

I felt him studying me. “What happened?”

“Nothing.” I disobeyed my dad in front of a crowd. I took a deep breath. I had disrespected the only person I used to respect.

“Really?”

He didn’t believe me. I reached over for his hand. I squeezed it once. “Sorry, stupid family stuff. That’s all.”

He chuckled as he reached over and kissed my forehead. Then he started the vehicle and pulled away from the gawkers. “Yeah, that always sucks.”

I waited until we were a few blocks away before I asked, “So what happened?”

He groaned. “Let’s get some food. I’ll tell you all about it then.”

“Logan and Nate are okay?”

He jerked his head in a nod. “They’re passed out at home.” He grimaced. “Nate’s parents were called. He’s pissed. They’re on their way here right now.”

“Oh.” I frowned. “Where are they coming from?”

“Brazil.” He grinned at me. There was a sparkle in his eyes and my stomach’s knot loosened. I was starting to think it’d never go away. He chuckled again and the sound of the smooth baritone slid over me. I shivered as it sounded delicious and groaned. I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to do something else, something, as I eyed him up and down, I wasn’t sure he could do yet. I licked my lips.

He caught the movement and his eyes darkened in response. He asked in a husky tone, “Bio dad still gone?”

I jerked my head in a nod and rasped out, “Can you—I mean—are you able?”

“I don’t care right now.” His hand reached over and slid between my legs. “My dick’s straight up.”

I closed my eyes when I felt his finger slid inside of my jeans. He rubbed back and forth over my stomach and I leaned back. I wanted to reach over and tease him as well, but he was driving. It was smart not to be dumb.

We bypassed food and headed straight for the house. As soon as he parked, we hurried inside, but once the door shut behind us, he had me pinned to the wall. He pressed against me and groaned when he lifted my arms high.

I gasped as he lowered his mouth to my neck. He started to nibble there and I groaned. One of my legs slid over his thigh and wrapped around him.

He cursed under his breath and lifted my leg higher. He ground against me. “I could take you right now.”

Everything spiraled inside of me. I fought my hands free and clung to him. Both of my legs wrapped around his waist and he held me up. I felt his zipper through my sweatpants and then he had two fingers inside. They pushed into me and I arched against him. They went deeper from the movement.

Mason cursed against me again and then he slammed his mouth down on mine. He demanded his entry and I opened for him. My legs spread wider and it was a second later when I felt him thrust inside. My eyes went wide. There was no barrier between us and he thrust harder and harder.

I gurgled out. He should stop. Condom. But as he kept going, everything blurred in me. I moved with him. I needed him, just him. No one else. His lips trailed down my throat and he nibbled on my neck. His hands stroked my breast, and he caressed my nipple. All the while he kept thrusting in me.

Oh god. I felt it building.

“Mason!” I rasped out as I clung to him.

I couldn’t do anything else.

And then I wanted to touch him. A hunger took over me and I pushed him away.

“Wha—” His eyes were blind with lust and he reached back for me.

I ripped my sweatshirt off before I reached for his. He tore it off for me and grabbed me again. I held him away and shook my head.

“Sam,” he groaned.

I bent down and licked his chest.

His hand cradled the back of my head, and he heaved in deep breaths.

My tongue swirled around him and tasted every inch of him. I explored each dip between his muscles and gently sucked where the bruises had blackened. Then I moved further down and slid to my knees.

“Oh god.” He backed against the wall this time.

My tongue touched the tip of his penis. His hand grasped my hair. ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">