"'Cause I got issues, but you got 'em too. So give them all to me and I'll give mine to you."

❀

The pillow smells like him.

It's faint and hard to describe, but it's everywhere. On the sheets, the duvet cover, the shirt he gave me to wear for bed all drowned in every scent of him that sends warmth coursing down my spine.

And it only intensifies when I trail my eyes upwards until they meet his face.

When I originally woke this morning I remembered rubbing the fatigue from my eyes and trying to determine what was the cause of waking me so early in the morning. But then it hit me, it wasn't something or someone, it was more like... a sensation.

Mason had instinctively pulled me closer to him and the feeling it gave me was intoxicating enough to rouse me.

I watch him, enraptured by the calm and peaceful expression of every feature on his face in front of me. He's lying on his stomach with one strong muscular arm wrapped around my waist and I lie beside him, each delicate rise and fall of his chest soothing me in an unfamiliar way that sends the apex of my thighs and my heart aching at the same time.

The curved muscular indents of his back end where the sheet meets his waist, the other arm of his that isn't around me is wrapped around his pillow while he remains asleep in slumber.

I have this tightening urge to wake him, wanting my face to be the first thing he sees in the morning but I know that I should let him sleep.

Yesterday was a long day.

To say the least.

And it's a lot to process.

I found out so much about Mason that I never would have guessed. It was almost like seeing him- the real him- for the first time. I'm sure he expected me to go off and run for the hills, but if anything it's only pulled the strings drawing me closer to him tighter together.

As I look at him in front of me my mind remembers all the pain this man has gone through, and the warmth that was in my body moments ago has turned into a throbbing ache.

He didn't talk much after what happened last night.

But I knew from the look on his face that it hadn't been the first night something like that had happened. I wonder how many people know about his nightmares, he said he never told a single person about his father and I know that he doesn't sleep with anyone so I can't help but think that that was the first night he let someone see.

The more I think about it, the more everything is slowly starting to make sense. I understand why he wouldn't want to sleep with anyone if his nightmares are a continuous occurrence.

When I somehow managed to draw him back out I remember him asking if he hurt me and although I know he would never do anything to harm me, I find myself questioning if that's ever happened before.

I wonder if Jess has ever heard them.

Oh, shit.

Jess.

I push the blankets protectively around myself before sneaking in one last glance to admire Mason in front of me, fighting the desire to lean in and plant a kiss on those pink plump lips of his. The last thing either of us needs is for Jessica to find my lying in bed with her cousin first thing in the morning

She's never been one to wake up early, and even though the devil on my shoulder is reminding me of the fact that she's going to find out eventually anyways, I know that the timing is simply just not right.

I pull my body back as smoothly as I can in order to not wake the sleeping man beside me, and when he stirs a little, a groaning noise traveling up his throat I freeze. I give myself a few seconds, watching his every move while I quickly slip out of his embrace and turn my body to sit up, my legs hanging over the side of the bed.

My bare feet settle against the hardwood floor before I tip toe over to his bathroom, careful not to step on the glass that still lingers on the floor from the day before.

I push the door open to his bathroom before silently closing it behind me, sighing in relief over how much of a deep sleeper Mason is. I don't know how early he wakes up in the morning, this whole thing is entirely new to me but I don't want to look like an absolute hot mess when he does.

I walk over to his sink, my eyes immediately taking in the reflection in the mirror and my mouth gapes open. My face is flush, hair frizzy on one side and flat against my head on the other while dried up crusted saliva trails down my mouth.

Oh, God.

This morning when I looked up at Mason he not only looked the same as he normally does, but better. I am so out of my element.

I rake my fingers through my hair, wincing each time it got caught in a knot until I feel at least a little satisfied with the results. I turn on the water to the sink and splash my face, making sure to rid every ounce of crust lingering on my skin. As my head tucks back upwards I catch something out of the corner of my eye.

His toothbrush.

And after contemplating for a few minutes and questioning myself on how desperate I really am, my hands reach over and grab it.

Once I've come to terms with the fact that this is how good it's going to get, I noiselessly walk out of his bathroom and impulsively look at him. The vacant area in the bed where I previously lied is still underneath his arm as if I were still there.

I know he'll wake soon, he has to. He's always so aware of me, where I am, what I'm thinking, all of it. I should walk out of here before Jessica comes in looking for me, but my eyes can't ignore the chance to finally admire him undetected.

He stirs once more and I quickly come to my senses and walk over to his door, ignoring the flutter in my chest raging at the thought of me spending last night with him in his bed.

I walk down the stairs and over to the bathroom where Jessica and I carried Mason over to last night, and just after my hand turns the knob, I push the door open, and stick my head in through the open space to find Jessica still deep in sleep in the bathtub.

A smile tugs at the corner of my lips at the sight of it in front of me. I should have known I'd have nothing to worry about, this girl can sleep anywhere.

After roaming around in the kitchen for a bit, dilly dallying and trying to shift my pessimistic thoughts into the back of my mind I aimlessly begin making coffee to waste some time.

My body becomes aware of him before I even get the chance to turn around and see him. I'll never understand it, the thrilling, buzzing, electric feeling surging through my veins without our eyes meeting one another's.

Everything around me is quiet, I don't even hear his feet padding against the hardwood floor but still my body knows.

I turn around, away from the counter so I'm able to face him and there he is. The color that was drained from his face last night is back, the glint in his eyes I missed has returned and that knee buckling grin that always sends my nerves spiking has replaced that frown I was afraid had become ingrained onto his face.

My eyes take him in in front of me in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants hanging low on his waist, and just as he steps in close to me, invading my personal space I become acutely aware of the fact that I'm still wearing his shirt with only a pair of lace panties underneath it.

He was drunk last night- completley fucking wasted- and all of our past quarrels reminds me that he might not feel the same this morning.

All of the information I had learned was a lot to take in, I can only imagine waking up the next day with images and memories of what's occurred racing in that disconnected mind of his.

He drinks me in, his eyes trailing slowly over every edge of my body before meeting my own. His hair is tousled, messy from sleep but still I crave to run my fingers through it.

His body stops too close to mine, towering over me so that I have to tilt my head upwards to look at him.

I find it hard to tear my eyes away from the curves of his biceps, the chiseled slopes of his chest and how his teeth are gently piercing his bottom lip.

I struggle to find something to say that wouldn't sound as pathetically aroused as I feel, "Goodmorning."

He studies me, his lips forming into a smirk, "Goodmorning." His voice is slow, husky with sleep and a glowing feeling bursts its way through my chest.

Those firing green orbs of his continue to watch me and I stand in front of him and wonder if it's my turn to speak again. I hate the way the air feels thick around us, there's a ball of anxiety coiling in my stomach, growing with every second that makes me doubt every little thing I want to say. But after the night we shared I feel like something is different between us, something's changed.

"I uh..." I swallow, "I made you coffee."

His eyes dart towards the coffee pot beside me before going back to me, and I am forced to ignore the clench in between my legs when he raises his hand and opens up the cupboard, leaning his body in a bit more to reach and grab the closest ceramic mug to him. The scent that heightens every single one of my nerves infiltrates my nostrils as he repositions his body closer to me.

It's so quiet I'm able to hear the tap of the mug hitting the marble countertops, and my eyes flit across the angles of his face as he lifts up the coffee pot and pours the black liquid into his cup.

I know he feels me watching him, I can see the grin widening on his face as I do so but I don't have the will power in me to hide it anymore.

His body shifts back, the mug with piping hot coffee in his hands and I take note on how he likes to drink it black. He inches his face close- so close-, all it would take is for me to stand up on my tiptoes to close the gap between us.

The urge to touch him, feel him, taste him is stronger than ever. But instead I focus on the curves of his mouth a short distance away from mine.

His fingertips drag over lightly down the slope of my jaw, his touch faint, eyes trailing a lazy path down my face until something flashes in them. The dark eyebrows of his knit together briefly and relax, his hands move off my skin and he clears his throat.

My insides constrict, replaying everything that just happened in my mind to try and pick up on what went wrong.

"Thank you." He replies quietly, his voice gruff as he sends me a short lasting smile.

My shoulders shrink back, mouth opening to say something to him but before I get the chance to he turns from me, his tall frame walking back up the stairs towards his room.

I let out a puff of air from my mouth, my mind feeling clusterfucked from what just occurred. His own thoughts are blistering him on the inside, I could see it the moment it happened and I run my hand through my hair and let out a small groan over the fear that we're back where we started.

No.

I won't play games with him anymore, I don't want to. I don't want to hide behind my own feelings and only give him a percentage of what I have to offer.

Yesterday he gave me a proposition, I asked for something in return and he delivered. It might have taken some time, and effort, tears and a few screams here and there but he gave me the answer I've been longing for.

I can't keep doing this, I know what I want and it's him.

I take a deep breath, trying to settle my nerves as I walk over to the stairs and let my feet carry me over to his bedroom. I don't even bother to knock, I can't leave any time available for me to talk myself out of this.

When I open the door to his room I see him set the coffee mug onto his dresser. He barely has any time to catch me in front of him before I swiftly get on my toes, bring my hand around his neck and lower himself enough for me to crash my lips onto his.

He staggers a little bit from my abrupt force but then his body eases up against me. I can taste the richly toasted liquid on his lips and I can feel him practically melt into me as he lets me take the burdens off of him.

He wastes no time to wrap his strong arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him and an involuntary moan leaves my mouth as I enjoy the warm feeling of his lips on mine.

I push myself back a little, taking the chance to inhale a breath while I look up at him through my eyelashes.

"So...friends with benefits huh?" I say to him, as casually as I possibly can.

Because we can make this work.

Casual sex.

Right?

His plump lips curled upwards, eyes twinkling in what I think is pure amazement while his hands remain secured around my waist, unmoving. The look he's giving me is allowing me to extinguish all of my doubtful thoughts telling me that this won't be as easy as it seems.

But the desire I have to feel him, make his body mine is too strong to listen to any of those thoughts right now.

I reconnect our lips again, taking control and guiding Mason over to his bed without stumbling over each other's feet. Our lips move messily together and my hands settle against his chest, skimming over the planes of muscle along his shoulders and just when I feel him hit the end of the bed I push his shoulders down so he's able to sit.

"Jessica is still asleep but we have to be quick."

I barely give him enough time to say anything else before I pick myself up onto the bed and straddle his waist. I wrap my arms around his neck to steady myself as his arms tighten against my hips. There's this new found courage in me making the blood rush feverishly through my veins when I hear a soft whimper escape his lips while I plant kisses along the delicate skin of his neck.

I rock against him, feeling the desire he has to have me through his sweatpants.

"Isabelle, what are you doing?" He grumbles into my ear as I trail my kisses higher and higher until it reaches the corner of his lips.

"Kissing you."

Wetness pools in between my lace panties, warmth spreading from my chest all the way down to my core from just his touch on my skin again. Everything in me craves him, whenever he gives me the slightest touch it's like I get onto the most intoxicating high I've ever known.

Mason chuckles, his lips smirking into my own, "I see that." His forehead leans against mine, eyes looking at me from above him. "But why?"

Trying to hide my nervousness I run my fingers through his hair bringing him closer to me.

"Isn't that a part of the rules?" I whisper into his ear.

A small greedy sound rumbles through the back of his throat, our tension bouncing off these four walls surrounding us. But despite my desperation and blatant words towards him I know he wants me just as bad as I want him.

I can't just see it, I can feel it too.

He thickly swallows, "Yes. But after last night I thought... I thought maybe you wouldn't-"

"Mason." I say his name firmly, bringing my hand up and cupping his chin to lift his head higher towards me.

I know what he was probably thinking- that after last night I'd want nothing to do with him. Maybe I'd think this whole situation was a little too messy, complicated for my liking. But that couldn't have been further from the truth.

I want him, flawed past family history and all.

"You say you want me, right?"

I lean in closer to his chest, his shirt covering my body bunched up at my waist, feeling him hardening, pulsating below me. I watch him, the man who is the epitome of my wildest, dirtiest fantasies.

His hooded eyes rake over every inch of my body on top of him, darkening past each curve until he meets my eyes, nodding his head ominously slow.

I feel the heat rolling off of him onto me as he reaches out, caressing the back of my thighs.

I can already feel myself becoming breathless even though nothing has even begun. I was trying to be the one in charge, but he's looking at me with those daring, daunting green eyes of his, his body so close to mine it's starting to overwhelm me.

Mason's nose brushes against my own, "Badly. Yes?"

He fans my mouth with his deep exhale while I look down at him, eyes fluttering. Without hesitation he nods again, his lips brushing my own momentarily, the silence hanging over us filled with nothing but our sexual need for each other.

"So then I'll give you two choices here. Either you can keep talking..." I lean closer to him, "Or you can have me." His eyes gleam, lips tilting upwards on one side while a soft, hoarse growl sounds from the back of his throat. "Which will it be-"

Before I even finish my question his hand goes around the back of my neck and he pulls me down to kiss him.

He takes my mouth with a rougher force, desperately devouring my lips and I hum into his mouth, pulling him closer to me. I yank at his hair, my body rocking against him, lips bruising from the brutality of his lips and tongue ravishing mine.

Everything around us is charged once again. The electric buzz is blurring all else around me- all but him.

He separates from me for a mere second only to lift his shirt above my head and toss it onto the floor. His lips dance with mine again, hands aggressively clinging onto the sides of my waist before he travels downwards, planting wet, rough kisses onto my throat until he reaches my breasts.

"Ah, Mason." I breathlessly exhale, my head falling back as his lips close around my nipple, nipping gently.

He clamps a couple fingers against the other hard peaked nipple before giving it a rough pinch. I stir in his grasp, my body already trembling from the impatience burning in me.

His lips move back up towards the base of my neck, sucking and kissing the sensitive skin and he sinks his teeth into my flesh, causing a noise to get stuck into my throat from shock.

He slides his hand lower and lower, and a sharp whimper escapes my lips when I feel his fingertips brush teasingly against my opened slit.

"No." I somehow manage to get out through all of my strangled breaths and he stops immediately. "I want to make you feel good... Your sweatpants, I want them off."

I bite down on my lip, my heart racing in my chest.

"Then take them off." His voice is confident, smooth like velvet.

The nervousness from my bold words forces me to put my head down; not wasting any time I move myself off of him and hook my finger onto the hem of his sweatpants. He lifts his hips up slightly to give me room to pull them down, and when I do I bend down so I'm kneeling right in front of him, swallowing the lumps in my throat.

I still can't get over how big he is.

His teeth pull onto his bottom lip as my hands curl around his shaft in front of me. I feel his pre-cum drip onto my fingers as I caress him repeatedly, working his heavy length in my fingers.

"Fucking hell, Isabelle." He breathes out as I work my hand in front of him, rubbing my thumb gently over his tip.

His eyes are unwaveringly dark, wide and still as he watches me drop my head down until my lips suction over him, going down as deep as I can.

"Fuck-"

His fingers thread themselves into the back of my hair while he looks nowhere but down at me, low guttural growls vibrating through his chest every few seconds. I look up at him, taking in the sight of his lips parted, face tense, eyes threatening to close.

I go with my gut, making sure I'm able to do every little thing that pleases him and trail kisses down to the base of him, swirling my tongue around the sensitive skin and his breaths deepen, chest expanding while he unravels with pleasure.

He praises me over and over, words tangled together as he tells me how sexy I look on my knees in front of him. His words nearly get caught in his throat when he tells me how unbelievably good I am at this and how he loves seeing me mouth around him.

His words are dirty.

It only leaves me wanting more.

And just when I know he's about to empty himself into me he opens his mouth to speak, "Stop. Isa- fuck, Isabelle."

He's shaking, his skin damp with sweat and I quickly lift my head, gazing up at him through my lashes, his entire length glistening from the wetness of my mouth in front of me. His eyes lock with mine while I run my tongue over my bottom lip, careful to get every last bit of him on me and when I reposition myself into a standing position he grabs onto me, his eyes wild with lust.

He forces my mouth back to his, our tongues wet and crazed, racing with the promise of each other.

"I need you." He whispers against my lips, "Now."

An excited thrill shoots down my spine as he makes his way towards the nightstand on his side of the bed- the one that isn't broken- and pulls out a condom. I lie down on the bed as he rips open the wrapper and slips it onto himself, impatiently walking over to me.

His arms cage me in as he bends down, my lips crashing onto his and smiling when I roughly pull on his bottom lip.

There's touching.

So, so much touching, grabbing, kissing, biting on any area of skin either one of us can get our hands on. We're coming at each other unnaturally hard; I know my nails have left marks on his skin, I can feel the sting of each and every one of his bites, there's this metallic taste on my lips telling me I bit his lip harder than I intended to, but it only makes him even rougher with me.

His hands skim against the waistband of my underwear, and with one sharp pull I hear the thin material rip in between us.

I groan, "I swear to God Mason if you-"

His mouth swallows my words making me forget what I was going to say in the first place. All my judgments, thoughts, every last piece of rationality is clouded and all I see- feel- is him.

Within seconds he's pulling my legs apart so I'm able to bend at his will. I cry out when the tension implodes from him sliding into me full force. I feel him everywhere, paralyzing me with pleasure and I cling onto his shoulders biting down on my lip from the growing fullness inside of me.

"Harder." I beg him, needing all of it.

He savages every inch of my body and I take it, shuddering, crying out so loud he has to cover my mouth with his own just to keep me quiet.

And everytime I release with him inside of me, my body trembling from the aftershocks he only switches positions, fucking me devastatingly and greedily rough my body feels like it might just give out on me.

My grip tightens around him, toes curling, chest heaving up and down so rapidly it's hard to catch my breath, possessed with ecstasy by the time my third orgasm leaves me in a violent shudder.

"Oh fuck, fuck-" My moans are muffled through his hands over my mouth, and he stills, saying my name over and over while he comes undone on top of me.

I release my hold onto him and when he pulls out from me I wince. My eyes close, my body trembling, weak, limp over this man.

I can hear him shuffle around his room, assuming he took the condom off and threw it into the trash before he made his way back to me. It doesn't take long for him to reach out and hold me into his arms again, our lungs panting for air, chests rising and falling in a rhythmic pace while I press soft kisses against his burning, sweaty shoulder.

His fingers work their way up and down my bare back, "I don't think I can move." I admit and his laugh roars throughout the room.

He looks at me with a dazed look in his eyes, moving a hand back to push a few damp strands of hair away from my face.

"Better get used to it." His lips curve upwards, "This is only the beginning, baby."

My heart races with excitement, his lips pressing soft kisses into my shoulder, the roughness that took over him replaced with something gentle and warm. But then I notice how intently he's looking at me, his eyes glistening from the golden beams of sun shooting through his curtains.

His fingertips trail along my face, eyes narrowing into me.

I give in, "What?"

He leans in closer, close enough for me to feel every gush of air leaving his lips and just when I think he's about to kiss me he murmurs, "You used my toothbrush, didn't you?"

I don't say anything. I can't with the amount of laughter coming out of me, and I nuzzle my head into the crook of his neck from embarrassment. He chuckles, pushing me closer against him.

"Maybe."

My cheeks flood with color, puffs of air hitting my ear from the laughter escaping his lips until we're interrupted by a loud, shrill sound that I recognize immediately.

His phone.

The laughs echoing through the walls have come to a halt and his body stiffens against me. He sighs, disentangling from me to stretch his arm out over to the nightstand where his ringing phone continues to buzz. I perch myself up onto my elbows, shifting my body so I'm lying on my stomach and watch the light expression on his face darken.

He looks up at me, "I have to take this."

I nod in understanding, the mattress shifting under me when he stands up from the bed. My wary eyes watch as he swiftly picks up his sweatpants that were lying on that floor and puts it back on himself.

My spine aches when I sit up, the comforter of his wrapped over my bare skin and he pauses for a moment, clearing his throat.

"Come over tonight." My heart flutters, "I want to see you."

I bite down on my lip from my nerves spiking and immediately regret it. They're so sore from the way he was kissing me moments ago, and I feel dread weigh down on my chest from the thought of him leaving.

I nod at his request, giving him a short smile before he turns around and starts walking over to his bedroom door.

Okay, so I guess we aren't the type to kiss goodbye.

I shouldn't be disappointed over it, but there's a slight ache in my chest from him walking out just like that. I sigh, looking down at his messy, bunched up comforter below me until I hear the blaring ringtone back inside his room.

"What-" I begin, but he cuts me off, walking over to me.

"Forgot something."

He lifts my chin up with his fingers, pressing his lips to mine. Even though he's gentle my sore lips still sting from his touch but I don't mind it. I run my hands up his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat before bringing them up to cup his face, grinning against his mouth as I desperately deepen the kiss.

He leans back, his eyes connecting with mine for a moment before placing one last chase kiss on my lips and hurrying out the door.

There's a mushy feeling inside of me, warm and glowing. Every single part of me is sticky, sore, hot and dirty, my mind numb from everything that just occurred.

My body falls back and I stare at the ceiling in front of me, a smile crept onto my face knowing damn well that he was right.

This is only the beginning.

❀

After eventually putting my close back on I go downstairs to tell Jessica I'm leaving. I'm not sure where Mason went, but after he left his room he never came back. I try to fix myself as best as I can before waking her, and when her eyes open I mentally pray that I don't smell like sex.

She thanks me over and over for my help last night, wincing from the crick in her neck from sleeping in the bathtub and I smile, teasing her slightly over it.

We make plans for me to sleep over again tonight and I feel myself grow excited over the thought of seeing Mason again.

I close the door to my car, walking over to my house ahead of me and my feet freeze in place when I see Aiden sitting down on my porch steps. He doesn't see me, his eyes are focused on his hands and I let out a heavy sigh.

As I stand in place, looking at him across from me I become completely aware of what needs to be done.

I'm in way too deep then I ever thought I would be.

He isn't going to be happy.

Neither will I, but it has to happen. 

I need to end things with Aiden.

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A.N.

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