Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Hmm, no, you can, because it’s true that I do love your album, but I can also see why it didn’t sell. It wasn’t mainstream. These songs … with the right melody, these could be our next number one hits.”
Mason places the papers on the bed and then inches toward me. “Did I ever tell you that you believing in me is superhot?”
“Lies. If you thought that, we would’ve been sleeping together years ago.”
He’s close now, only a few inches away. Mason wraps his big arms around my back and pulls me against him.
Our breaths mingle as his mouth moves closer to mine.
He lowers his voice. “If I hadn’t been so blinded by what I thought were platonic feelings for you, maybe we would’ve been sleeping together back then.”
My head snaps back, and I level him with my gaze. Does he mean that? I can’t tell. His deep brown eyes tell me he’s serious. His lips tell me they’re just words to get me to kiss him. Then again, he doesn’t need lies to do that.
“I love all the guys like brothers,” Mason says. “But you … you’ve always been different than them. I thought it was because you were also my best friend. I didn’t realize … I didn’t know it could be like this. We might be famous, but it was only recently I began to believe the whole world revolved around us. It feels like the entire reason you and I exist is so we can be together.”
Mason saying these things to me after all this time … I was sure kissing him in my hotel room years ago was the biggest mistake of my life. Now I’m realizing running away from him was.
We could’ve had this.
We could’ve been together.
“You’re not saying anything.” Mason’s tone is more amused than anything.
“I’m trying to make sense of it. I’m trying to work out if this is real.”
Mason trails his hands down my back and grips my ass, bringing me against him. “Does that feel real to you?” He’s so hard. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
“Fuck,” I breathe.
He lowers his head, his lips capturing mine in a slow, gentle kiss. “I want this. I want us.”
“I’ve never wanted anything more.”
This feels like a momentous occasion, something to celebrate with our closest friends, but that notion brings a whole slew of questions we probably aren’t ready for.
“You seem to be thinking awfully hard when you should be kissing me.” Mason’s big hands cup my face and hold me to him while he pushes his tongue into my mouth.
I groan because no matter how many times Mason does it, no matter how many kisses we’ve shared over the last few weeks, I cannot, and will not, ever get used to the way Mason kisses me.
It’s not only the beard and the sensation it leaves on my skin. It’s not that he’s a man. It’s everything Mason. The way he has always tried to protect me and take care of me. The way he has always loved me in his own way.
I break away for just enough time to grit out, “Bed.”
Then we’re back at it. He reaches for my jeans, but he’s only wearing sweats. He’s easy to get naked.
Before I can get them down his legs, though, right as I dig my fingers into the waistband, his phone rings on my bedside table.
He turns his head to look at the notification.
“Ignore it,” I say.
“It’s Cameron. I’ll call him back later.”
Thank fuck. I need Mason more now than I ever have.
His phone stops, and I tackle Mason to the mattress, totally forgetting I still haven’t taken off his damn pants.
“We’re wearing too many clothes,” he says.
Then his phone starts up again.
“What now?” Mason glances at his phone again. “Harley this time.”
“Ugh. They’re probably trying to gang up on us over the Eleven deal. We’ll call them back.”
But they don’t let up, and we don’t get any further.
When Cameron calls again, I decide to answer it for him.
“This better be good, old man, we’re kind of busy here.”
Mason’s eyes widen, but I wave him off and hold the microphone part of the phone so Cameron can’t hear when I say, “I’m not going to tell him doing what, geez.”
He laughs, but then the voice in my ear isn’t what I’m expecting.
“Mason? Is that you?” It’s a woman.
“Uh, sorry, it’s Denver. I took Mason’s phone. Who’s this?”
“This is Cameron’s assistant, Evelyn.”
Ah, right. “I remember you.” She’s a sweet lady. Honestly, I always thought Cameron had a thing for her, but she’s his age. His wife is younger than us. Evelyn always used to joke that Cameron likes her too much to make her his next divorce.
“I figured he’d want me to call you boys first. Before you found out in the media.” There’s a crack in her voice, and I know it can’t be anything good.