and then his strong arm is wrappin’ around my waist preventin’ me from going a step further. He pulls me back into the heat of his warm, fully clothed body, and I can’t deny that it feels really good despite the pit of self-loathin’ in my stomach. “Growing up, especially after my mom died and we moved here,” he starts and then pauses. “Well, we didn’t have much money, and even if we had, fifteen-year-old boys can’t just walk into a store and buy porn. We sure as fuck didn’t have any computers in the small, two-bedroom house we rented.”
I stop tryin’ to push him off me when he begins tellin’ me about his past. Still facin’ the mirror on my bedroom door, I look up and meet his sad, honest eyes in the reflection, now mostly free of lust. “But I did have two sisters, and they were always getting the department store flyers to try and find the same styles or whatever in second-hand stores. Anyway, I would…borrow some of those pages. I remember there was this gorgeous blonde in one, with tan legs a mile long, holding a beach ball and wearing a navy blue and white polka dot bikini…”
I watch as my jaw drops in the reflection of the mirror. I know exactly the picture he’s talkin’ about. After that shoot, my agency said I needed to lose my “love handles” before doin’ any more swimsuit shoots. I was twenty-two at the time, and at the lowest weight of my career, only a hundred and six pounds. There haven’t been any swimsuit photos since.
“Do I really have to spell it out for you, Hailey?” Mason asks, causin’ my eyes to meet his again in our reflection. There’s an almost embarrassed, crooked smile on his usually ultra-confident face. “I had never seen a more beautiful, sexy woman, and still haven’t.” His gaze continues to devour me while his fingertips glide lightly over the skin of my bare waist where he’s holdin’ me.
“So, um, you were only fifteen when I was twenty-two?” I ask him, because I’m not sure how to deal with his confession or his sincerity.
The movement of his hand stills before he answers. “Ah, yeah, I guess so.”
“Now I feel really old.”
“Oh, please,” he mutters. “You’re just trying to avoid another compliment by replacing it with a negative. Now take off the damn swimsuit before I rip it off.”
“What?” I ask, confused by his command after all the hassle to get me in it. It must look bad. But then, Mason’s fingers dig into both sides of my hips. He holds them hostage while he grinds his…impressive bulge into my backside. When his lips nip at my neck, I squirm and shiver as a needy moan escapes me.
“I wanna fuck you until you can’t walk, and while the bikini is really hot, I’d prefer you to be naked when you’re underneath me.”
Taken by surprise at his crass words, I’m still more than ready for him to follow through on this plan of his. Or I was, until I hear “ Hales ?” comin’ from my bedroom. Mason grumbles somethin’ behind me before lettin’ me go and stormin’ back through his bathroom door. He’s only gone seconds when there’s a knock on my door. At least someone respects other people’s privacy and doesn’t just barge right on in.
Pullin’ open the door, I come face to face with Senn, towerin’ over me and lookin’ mouthwateringly good in nothin’ but black boardshorts. All of his hard-earned muscles are on full display, sexier than I remembered. Women would pay good money to get up close and personal with all these impressive muscles. Too bad he doesn’t have any badass ink.
“Hot damn, Hales,” Senn exclaims, his amber eyes widenin’ before he lifts his hand to grab my waist. I take a step back out of his reach before I even realize I’ve done it. His arm falls back to his side and he gives me a raised eyebrow, questionin’ look. It even takes me a minute to understand why I avoided his physical contact. There’s just somethin’ about lettin’ him touch me where my skin
I stop tryin’ to push him off me when he begins tellin’ me about his past. Still facin’ the mirror on my bedroom door, I look up and meet his sad, honest eyes in the reflection, now mostly free of lust. “But I did have two sisters, and they were always getting the department store flyers to try and find the same styles or whatever in second-hand stores. Anyway, I would…borrow some of those pages. I remember there was this gorgeous blonde in one, with tan legs a mile long, holding a beach ball and wearing a navy blue and white polka dot bikini…”
I watch as my jaw drops in the reflection of the mirror. I know exactly the picture he’s talkin’ about. After that shoot, my agency said I needed to lose my “love handles” before doin’ any more swimsuit shoots. I was twenty-two at the time, and at the lowest weight of my career, only a hundred and six pounds. There haven’t been any swimsuit photos since.
“Do I really have to spell it out for you, Hailey?” Mason asks, causin’ my eyes to meet his again in our reflection. There’s an almost embarrassed, crooked smile on his usually ultra-confident face. “I had never seen a more beautiful, sexy woman, and still haven’t.” His gaze continues to devour me while his fingertips glide lightly over the skin of my bare waist where he’s holdin’ me.
“So, um, you were only fifteen when I was twenty-two?” I ask him, because I’m not sure how to deal with his confession or his sincerity.
The movement of his hand stills before he answers. “Ah, yeah, I guess so.”
“Now I feel really old.”
“Oh, please,” he mutters. “You’re just trying to avoid another compliment by replacing it with a negative. Now take off the damn swimsuit before I rip it off.”
“What?” I ask, confused by his command after all the hassle to get me in it. It must look bad. But then, Mason’s fingers dig into both sides of my hips. He holds them hostage while he grinds his…impressive bulge into my backside. When his lips nip at my neck, I squirm and shiver as a needy moan escapes me.
“I wanna fuck you until you can’t walk, and while the bikini is really hot, I’d prefer you to be naked when you’re underneath me.”
Taken by surprise at his crass words, I’m still more than ready for him to follow through on this plan of his. Or I was, until I hear “ Hales ?” comin’ from my bedroom. Mason grumbles somethin’ behind me before lettin’ me go and stormin’ back through his bathroom door. He’s only gone seconds when there’s a knock on my door. At least someone respects other people’s privacy and doesn’t just barge right on in.
Pullin’ open the door, I come face to face with Senn, towerin’ over me and lookin’ mouthwateringly good in nothin’ but black boardshorts. All of his hard-earned muscles are on full display, sexier than I remembered. Women would pay good money to get up close and personal with all these impressive muscles. Too bad he doesn’t have any badass ink.
“Hot damn, Hales,” Senn exclaims, his amber eyes widenin’ before he lifts his hand to grab my waist. I take a step back out of his reach before I even realize I’ve done it. His arm falls back to his side and he gives me a raised eyebrow, questionin’ look. It even takes me a minute to understand why I avoided his physical contact. There’s just somethin’ about lettin’ him touch me where my skin
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