That was true.
As I got in the Escalade, I leaned back. Mason pulled out of the parking lot and I glanced over. He seemed intent on the road with a relaxed hold on the steering wheel. His arm stretched out and the side of his face took my breath away. Was that what Becky saw when she looked at Rex?
“What is it?” He didn’t look at me.
I grinned. He never had to.
“Sam?” He looked now.
And I was breathless again. The green in his eyes seemed brighter. As another car’s headlights skimmed over him, it highlighted his angular cheekbones, his full lips, the masculine curve of his jaw, and the crew cut of his hair. He had dressed in a fitted black long sleeve shirt, tucked inside of trendy faded jeans.
I took a breath and fanned myself. Would it ever get less intense?
“Sam?” he prompted again, but the knowing smirk on his face gave him away.
“Shut up.”
He grinned back. “Were you thinking of Rex Thursto just now? Did he make you wet for him?”
I groaned.
He laughed again as he glanced back to the street. “Do you want to leave me and take your best friend down for him? Did the Rexster do it for you?”
My shoulder stated to shake. “Stop, Mason.”
“No, really.” His teeth blinded me as he flashed another smile. The enjoyment sparkled in his eyes. “Was it his glazed eyes or the pretty boy features he’s got going on? I bet you go for the glazed look. Should I start sharing bowls with him? Maybe I could learn a thing or two.”
I reached over and ran the tips of my fingers over his leg. He tensed and his leg jerked from underneath my hand. I grinned at my own power. “I think you’re doing just fine.”
“Am I?” His hand caught mine and lifted it for a kiss.
“You are.”
“Good.” And his eyes held so much more promise than that word. But then we turned onto Ethan’s street and I sat forward at the sight of thirty cars on the street.
“I thought you said this was supposed to be small?”
Mason chuckled and shrugged before he slipped out of the car. As I rounded my side to his, he threw an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. “That’s what Logan said.”
I groaned when I spotted Cassandra’s red Fiat. There would be Academy students there. Great.
Then we were inside and the crowds parted for him. They always parted for Mason. His arm withdrew from my shoulder, but not before he pulled close and pressed a kiss to my forehead. Then his hand slipped down and entwined with mine. He led me through the foyer and into the kitchen area. The action always started in the kitchen.
Logan was in a corner, wrapped around a girl. She was tall, toned, and tan. With a white shirt rumpled and lifted to only cover her br**sts, her jeans had been pulled down to show the beginning of her vagina. Logan looked like he was purring as she had her arms wrapped around him and her mouth on his.
“Hey, Mase!” someone heralded.
Logan ripped himself away from those puckered lips. A bright, drunken smile spread over his face. His shirt hung half off of him. One of the sleeves had been ripped, but the neckline held the other in place. He took two long steps towards us and lifted an arm. His other hand held his pants up as they started to slide down.
“My favorite brother and sister! How’s the incestual relations?” He jerked me against him with the free arm, a beer in hand. He shook me against his chest and laughed in my ear. “Huh? Huh? I bet the sex was hot and steamy today. Am I right? I know I’m right.”
I shoved against him, more to keep away from his beer breath. “Oh, you know it, Logan. Bang a brother. That’s my motto.”
He paused for a second and then threw his head for another burst of laughter. He howled it.
Mason punched him in the shoulder. “Hey, who were you with today?”
“Today all day, or a few hours ago?”
Mason and I shared a look.
“Oh, wait.” Logan snapped his fingers at us. “Same girl. Lizzy Thursto. Why?”
I didn’t need to look to know an excited grin was all over Mason’s face. Logan frowned at him for a moment and then shook his head. He ran a hand over it and rubbed his eyes. “Am I missing something? Do we like Lizzy Thursto now? She’s good in the bed, but damn, she’s got an attitude. I can’t handle that.”
“We met her brother.”
Then understanding dawned and Logan snapped his fingers at us again. “Right. Rex. He’s a cool kid.”
Mason leaned closer in his excitement. “He’s nerd girl’s new boyfriend.”
“Nerd girl?” Logan looked at me. “Nerd girl?”
I sent Mason a quick glare. He couldn’t contain his grin and he pulled me against his side. His hand splayed over my stomach, under my shirt, but he leaned over my shoulder. “Her friend, Becky. She’s dating that pothead now.”
“Oh, wait.” Logan looked at me for confirmation.