CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
We went to their hotel. It was some ritzy place. I didn't care and I trudged behind them as we rode the elevator to their top floor. Of course they'd be staying in the top suite, it only made sense, but as we got there Mason pressed a different button. Logan got off and gave us a salute with a cocky smirk. "See you later." The elevators slid to a close on his words and we rode the elevator down two floors. It stopped on the one between and as it opened, I stepped back into Mason's side.
Garrett stood there, waiting for the elevator. His shocked gaze swept over me and then Mason. He murmured in a fake Southern drawl, "A bee's bit my asscheeks to be seeing you here. How are ya?"
I pressed my forehead into Mason's side and his hand swept around me. He answered for me. "Who are you?"
"Her dad."
I flinched at his tone.
I heard the smile in Mason's voice. "Really?"
"Aren't you Helen's kid?"
"What about her?"
I jumped at the sudden intensity in Mason's voice, but his hand swept up and down my back. He held me against him.
"Nothing. I like your mother. She's quite a woman."
"I think so."
"So how do you know my daughter?"
Mason chuckled. "That's something you can ask her when she's ready for questions."
There was a heavy silence after that. I knew both of them were waiting for me, but
I shuddered and melted against Mason. His hand held me close and I felt a soft kiss on my shoulder.
I needed it. I needed all the support I could get at that point. Everything was out. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out that I never meant Logan, but Mason. I knew my whole school would be buzzing about my relationship and my father—David—what could I say about him? He was gone. I felt it in my bones. And now we saw my other dad…what did I even think about him?
He knew Mason and Logan's mom.
That was weird.
Garrett chuckled as the elevator opened on our floor. "You and your men, little girl. They're all waiting for when you're ready."
Mason hit the emergency stop and turned to face him. I had started to step off, but waited with a pounding headache and a tight chest. What was going to happen now? I wasn't sure how much more I could handle…
"What are you talking about?"
Garrett wiggled his eyebrows up and down and skimmed a hand over his face.
"I figured it out, took me a second, but I forgot Helen was married to James Kade. It all makes sense now. So what are the two of you doing here? I'm guessing Analise doesn't know about this relationship… is it a relationship or you two kids bumping uglies to piss the folks off?"
Mason's smile was a veiled threat. "And it's your business because…?"
Garrett narrowed his eyes and studied Mason for a moment. My heart pounded in my ears as I waited. It seemed to stretch out into strained silence as the two stared at each other and then Garrett broke with a curve of his lips. He shook his head and stepped forward to unlock the emergency brake. "You got balls, kid. Helen would be proud."
As the doors started to slide close, Mason's hand stopped them. They retreated back and he narrowed his eyes this time. "You're the guy bumping uglies with my mom?"
Garrett's eyes widened a fraction. "How do you figure that?"
"She came to town for me, but she's staying because a friend of hers showed up. The timeline makes sense. You've got the floor below us."
"That's a leap, kid."
"Not a kid and it's not a leap if it's true." Mason's face was chiseled in stone.
His eyes didn't twitch. "You're the guy, aren't you?"
The amused smirk vanished from Garrett and he pushed up from his leaning stance. He stretched to his highest height and moved a step closer. As he looked down his nose at Mason, a warning look came over him. "You could be breaking a few hearts if you start spreading that around."
Mason smirked and stepped back. His hand fell to his side. "She told me he was married."
My mouth fell down, but no sound came out. My heart was deafening now.
Garrett's eyes slid to mine. As the doors started to close again, he drawled, "Ya gotta keeper there, girlie."
When the doors had closed and the elevator moved down, Mason swept a hand around my back and propelled me towards one of the two doors on the floor.
He slid his card in and opened it as I entered first.
I didn't look around before I whirled back to him. "My biological dad is cheating on his wife with your mom?"
Mason grinned as he started to shred his clothes, but it didn't reach his eyes.
"I guess."
"Your mom is a cheater."
He toed off his shoes and grabbed my hand before he pulled me towards a king size bed in a corner of the room. As he sat down, he tugged me between his legs and looked up. "My mom's a bit hard when it comes to men, especially after what my dad did to her."
"She's the other woman." I slid my fingers through his hair and took hold. As he started to rest his forehead against my stomach, I raised his face to look up.
His eyes were bleak. "She wasn't before and it's complicated."
"It's always complicated."
"Your mom was the other woman too. My dad was the other man."
My heart started to pound again. When I heard a slight condemnation in his tone, I was breathless as I asked, "Is that what you think is normal?"
Would he cheat like they all did?
"Cheating?" A dark loathing flared over his face and I stepped back in reaction.
It was intense. It rattled me for a second. "Cheaters are weak. They're selfish and they're cowards. No, I'm not a cheater and I never intend to be." He focused on me. "Why? Are you?"
A laugh ripped out of me. My hand reached for him again and I closed a fist over his hair. "After my mother, now my biological dad, and what Jeff did to me? Are you kidding me?"
His eyes softened and he slid a hand underneath my shirt. "People don't know what they're made of until they're tested. You need to pull yourself out of a situation and think of the collateral damages, if it's worth it."
"You speak from experience?"
He grinned and leaned forward to kiss my stomach. My shirt was lifted higher and he started to tug me down onto him. Both of his hands went around my back and up to my shoulders as he pressed me down. I sunk down and felt him harden between my legs. He kissed his way around my neck to my lips and whispered against them, "I had a girlfriend once."
I wound both arms around him and held him against me, tighter than I knew I could. "Oh yeah?"
"She cheated on me." He leaned back and waited for my reaction.
"What?"
He laughed and nipped at the corner of my mouth. His lips nibbled their way around my lips before he opened against them. His tongue touched the corner of my lips and I opened for him. He swept inside and his hand gripped the back of my head to hold me still. The ache started to throb inside of me and I squirmed against his lap. I needed to get closer, I had to.
Then he pulled back and fell against the bed. He gazed at me with lust in his eyes. They darkened as he nudged me higher on his waist. "My friend, Marissa.
She cheated on me."
"Are you joking?" I frowned at him.
He laughed and lifted my shirt over my head. "Yeah, I am about her. I didn't date Marissa. I had a few other girlfriends and most of them cheated, but I wasn't surprised. I wasn't dating them for their caliber, if you know what I mean?"
"You didn't cheat on them?" His hand slid to my back and he tipped me down to him. I was breathless as my head landed on his shoulder where I turned and licked. My body stretched as his hands slid to my bottom. He cupped my cheeks and grinded me against him.
"I've never cheated. Being faithful was one thing I valued as I grew up. I made my mind long ago that I'd never be like my dad. I'd never do that to a woman I respected, even to someone I didn't respect. I won't lower myself to those standards."
I whispered against the side of his mouth, "Logan cheats."
He caught my mouth with his and whispered back, his lips brushed against mine, "Not if he loves the girl and I don't give a damn what he does." Then his mouth took command of mine and I was lost after that.
I tipped my head back, but I was blind with lust. As his hand slid to my pants and he slipped two fingers inside of me, my throat was full. I couldn't talk anymore and I groaned when he rolled me underneath him.
Thirty minutes later, after Mason arched over me for his last thrust, my body collapsed onto the bed and I waited as the waves rode over me. He groaned and fell onto me. I welcomed his weight. He entrapped me, but I felt sheltered.
Safe. My legs felt heavy with exhaustion and slid down the length of his to fall onto the bed.
It wasn't long after that when he propped himself on an elbow beside me. My throat was still thick with desire and I gazed at him. My fingers twitched to touch the side of his face, to feel how soft his eyelashes were, the slight stubble on his chin, the dip in his shoulders where his muscles attached together…I wanted to touch all of him again.
I struggled to clear my throat and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it always like this?"
He shook his head in a slow motion. "No. It's not." His eyes darkened again and he bent down to me.
I tipped my head back and met his lips with mine. It was a soft kiss, but it didn't deepen into more because a soft beep sounded before the door swung open. Mason cursed and jumped to block me from whoever entered.
"You better put some clothes on because if you think that sheet's going to keep me from having a word with your new girlfriend, then you're not the son I thought you were."
Mason cringed. "Mother, leave."
"I want to talk to her—"
He spoke over her, "We will come upstairs to have this conversation."
She laughed and the sound gave me chills. There was an intelligent shrewd tone in her voice, but the anger sat me up in attention. "With Logan to interject with his snide comments, I think not. This conversation will happen without your brother's snarky attitude. You think I'm a fool so the three of you can team up against me? I'm no fool, Mason James. Logan likes your litty bitty.
He's told me that he supports the two of you." She drew in an angry breath.
"I'm not having it."
"Fine, mom." Mason had been holding a sheet in front of him and let it drop.
"We'll have it out like this."
"Put something on," she hissed. "I'm not some high school cheerleader you can intimidate or make me squirm by showing your penis. I've seen it before. I was the one who changed your diapers."
He bit out a laugh and sat down instead. He gathered the sheet around his lap again, but kept his back to me.
"Oh for the love of your grandfather, she's going to have to face me at some point. Get some clothes, Mason. I've been waiting all week to meet Analise's daughter. It might as well be now," her tone gentled.
Mason's shoulders stiffened. "It's not going to happen like this, mom. Go upstairs. We'll be up in a few minutes."
There was a silence that filled the air with more tension.
Then she sighed. "You're not going to budge, are you?"
"And you're not going to come over and move me."
"You're as stubborn as me." She bit out a laugh that resembled Mason's. "I don't know if I should curse your genetics or mine. Fine. Be upstairs in five minutes, not a minute late or I'm coming back down."
When the door shut, he looked back and grimaced. "She's been after us all week to call you. She's the real reason we didn't call."
I drew my knees against my chest and hugged them tight. "Why does she want to meet me so much?"
"Now it's because of this, but it was about revenge against your mom before."
"Revenge?"
He ran a hand over his face and looked exhausted. His shoulders slumped and he let out a deep sigh. "My mom's not dumb. She's known about Analise since she was poking around dad. And knowing that the guy she's been seeing is your biological dad, I'm not too surprised. My mom can be calculating, Sam."
I swallowed over a painful knot. "Why did she want to see me before so much?"
He stood and started to pull some clothes on. As he poked his head inside of his shirt and tug it down, he remarked, "I think she wanted you to like her more than your mom. Logan and I haven't been quiet. She knew you weren't happy with Analise any more than we were. But now…" He trailed off as he looked towards the door.
"But now," I prompted.
He shook his head and bent to grab my clothes. He handed them over as he sat beside me again. "I have no idea."
As I fitted my bra on and reached back to clasp it, I muttered, "I bet she thinks I'm like my mom now."
He didn't respond.
I looked up and saw the pity in his eyes.
"Don't," I hissed at him. "You don't feel sorry for me, not now after all the crap that's happened to me."
The corner of his mouth curved up. "You don't know my mom."
"I know you respect her." I held his gaze for a long drawn out moment. "I know you love her and you want to protect her."
"I did." He leaned forward and kissed me. "But that was before I realized something."
"What's that?"
He stood and waited until I pulled on my underwear and jeans to tug me beside him. Then he drew me in his arms for a tight hug and spoke against my shoulder, "I'm pretty sure my mom went after your bio dad to get back at your mom."
I lifted my arms and hugged him back. "Why do you think that?"
"Because in my mom's thinking, Garrett's the only guy your mom couldn't get."
"Why do you think that?" I leaned back and looked up.
He ran a finger down the side of my face in a gentle caress. "It's something I might do, if I was pissed off enough."
"If that's true, then…" A stone dropped to the pit of my stomach and a cold feeling started to sweep through my body. "Then you're right. I should be scared of your mom."
He grinned down and lifted me so I wrapped my legs around his waist. Our eyes met and held as his hand spread out over the bottom of my back. He leaned forward and nipped at my lips. I grinned and caught him in a deep kiss when he did it again.
When he started to walk out of the room and to the elevator, he sighed against my lips, "I won't let her do anything, Logan too." He breathed against me again. "I think that's why she's so mad. We won't let her hurt you."
When the elevator rose to their floor, he set me on my feet. The door opened and he took my hand in his. "You ready for this?"
I gave his hand a squeeze.