Bonus Chapter—Mason

Fuck.

Sophia was one of the last people I wanted to see at the front of my door because I knew how stubborn she could be when she put her mind to it.

I didn’t want her there for a lot of reasons. I was embarrassed at how I’d let myself go, at how quickly I’d changed in such a short time. I also wasn’t ready to face the world and people again, and I didn’t know if I would ever be ready. Hell, I hadn't spoken to my own family yet, and I didn’t see that happening any time soon.

What do I do…?

When I decided to lock myself away, I’d had a plan. And in this plan, once I felt I could pick myself up and give life a try again, I would reconnect with the people I was currently pushing away. If I had to be honest to myself, Sophia wasn’t only on the list, but among one of the first people I would reach out to, besides my parents and even above my best friend.

Sophia was Sebastian’s sister, but if she really stopped talking to me, I knew that bastard wouldn’t help me. No matter how close we were, or maybe because we were too close, he’d always been uneasy about Sophia and me. So if she really did leave… I might never get to talk to her again because she was the kind of woman that kept to her word.

No matter how much I tried to lie to myself, I knew I didn’t actually want her out of my life.

I waited for too long to reply because the words were stuck in my throat. Instinct was to tell her to leave again, but knowing the consequences, I didn’t dare say it. But not saying anything was just as bad, and I saw Sophia’s expression fall into disappointment, and my heart clenched.

When she turned, like she was actually about to walk away and disappear from my life, my body moved without a second thought. I reached out and grabbed her by the arm, being as gentle as possible as I tugged her inside, then closed the door behind her and pushed her back against it.

“You’re not playing fair, Sophia,” I muttered, voice rough, as I caged her in with my hands pressed against the door to either side of her face.

She raised her chin and scowled at me. “You’re the one not being fair, Mason. I get that you’re in a hell hole right now, but I am right fucking here. You either take what I’m trying to give you, or you let me go right now, you hear me? I’m growing tired of your shit, Mason. You’re not the only one who’s worried.”

Her words, practically spit out at me near the end there, made my hands flex on the door. I wanted to clench them, but I held myself back because I didn’t want her to see it. I’d already given in to her by tugging her inside after telling her to leave several times; I didn’t want her to win anymore. But then I saw the look in her eyes, and my heart ached.

Sophia really had been worried about me. She’d tried to hide it, too, but the proof was right there in her eyes, I just hadn't been seeing it. Her lips were pressed into a stubborn line, her jaw tensed, and she was giving me a challenging look as if daring me to give another comeback.

I couldn’t say a thing, though. I felt robbed of breath. I was surprised and scared because there were things I still didn’t want to think about just yet.

So, I ducked down and pressed my lips against hers. It was to distract us both, but the moment I got a taste of her lips, I knew I would want more. But when I felt her hands press against my chest and push lightly, I immediately froze and pulled back.

“I am not doing this with you,” Sophia said.

Immediately, my heart tightened, and it was so painful I thought I would have a heart attack. Was she seriously…rejecting me?

Did I push her too far? Would she forgive me if I got down on my knees and asked her to take me back?

Shit. What the hell was I thinking just a moment ago!

She continued before I could really panic. “I’m not just going to fall into bed with you, only for you to send me away, Mason. Right here, right now. If you want me, you get all of me. Not just the sex, but the naggy bitch that will worry about you no matter what you do. I am not going to be your toy.”

For the longest time, I just stared at her. I realized her body was trembling a little, though her expression was deadly serious.

The part of me that wasn’t ready wanted to look away from her gaze, to turn her away even with the risk that I would never get her back. But for the longest time, having Sophia love me back had been one of the best things to ever happen to me. It just hadn't been long between that and the injury, and I thought I would lose everything.

I got scared. And like a stupid coward, I ran, and fucking hid.

No more. Not if it means Sophia won’t be in my life.

With a sigh, I leaned my forehead against hers, my eyes sliding closed.

“You know, Sophia,” I murmured, my hands moving to cup her cheeks. “Even without me telling you, you should know how much I want you, naggy bitch and all.”

Before she could say anything, I tilted my head and pressed my lips against hers once more. The kiss was slow, tentative. When she didn’t push me away, instead her arms wrapping around my neck to hold me close, I got bolder.

I moved from her lips down to her neck, attacking her in nibbles and bites, pressing her further into the door as I moved my hands from her face to her waist.

Fuck. She smelled and tasted good, her body squirming against me as she let out those cute little gasps that always drove me crazy. Sophia wasn’t a woman that was loud in bed, but she wasn’t quiet either, and I’d made it a game at one time to see how many sounds I could pull out of her in one round of intense fucking.

We’d both really enjoyed that game.

I wasn’t totally against repeating it now, either.

“Sophia,” I groaned against her neck, my hands going around her and cupping her ass. I rocked my hips forward as I flexed my hands on her ass cheeks, and she let out a strangled moan as my hard-on rubbed against her. “I want you. Right here, right now. Say yes, please?”

If we were going to do this, she was going to tell me she wanted me explicitly. A few moments ago, she’d been ready to walk out on me for good. If she didn’t want this, I was going to have to let her go, and my cock gave a painful throb at that thought because I didn’t want to let her go.

Sophia took my face in her hands, catching my attention. She tugged my face up, so our gazes met. She was glaring at me, but with her red face, it was probably more due to excitement than anger.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop, Mason,” she growled, her voice as fierce as her gaze. “I’ve waited and wanted you for weeks, so don’t you dare stop.”

I let out a growl as I attacked her lips again, my hands fumbling around the back of her dress as I searched for the zipper. I didn’t want to wait for the whole walk back to my room. In the lonely hours I spent by myself, when I wasn’t thinking about my lost chances, I was thinking about Sophia.

My best friend’s older sister. A woman I had been looking at for longer than I cared to remember, and it had taken so much just to get her to look back at me as she went through dates after terrible dates that, lucky for me, never led to anything. I still remembered the first time she agreed to go out with me, the surprise on her face that she’d actually agreed and the excitement I felt. Then, I remembered our first kiss, our first fuck…

Did I really just nearly give up on all of this?

I am so fucking stupid.

“Sophia,” I called her name in between kisses, over and over, sounding needier every time.

Well, I was fucking needy. I’d been trying to hold it in, lie to myself, but football hadn't been the only thing in my life for a while now. There was Sophia, too, and I realized, as I tugged on the zipper, just far enough to get at her breasts over the top of her dress, just how much I’d wanted her to come and talk to me, more than anybody else.

“Fuck, Mason,” she hissed my name, nipping hard on my lips as her nails dug into my back.

Sophia hooked one of her legs around my hip and ground her hips against mine. I groaned, the feeling of her rubbing against my cock driving me to the point of orgasm, and I wondered for a moment if I would seriously come in my pants like some teenager.

She wasn’t going to allow it, though, her hands left my back to quickly and messily undo my pants. Not to be outdone, I tugged her dress up until it was bunched at her waist, then slipped my hand into the space between her thighs. Sophia trembled hard as she cried out, rocking her hips into my palm, and I rubbed her clit through the soft, moist cotton panties.

With my belt undone, Sophia tugged open the buttons, then dragged the zipper down, and snuck her hand into my boxers, wrapping her slim, soft fingers around my cock to return the favor, pulling another growl from my throat.

“I can't wait anymore,” I said, panting. “It’s been too fucking long… Sophia…”

It really had been a while since we’d last done this, the weeks leading up to the surgery and afterward. I was about ready to explode before I even got inside her, and by the sound of her rising moans, I wondered if she wasn’t in the same boat as me.

“Hurry,” she whimpered.

Her leg around my hip tightened, and she gave a hard tug on my cock that made me hiss. Neither of us wanted to move our position, so I tucked my fingers under the line of her panties and moved the crotch to the side. I held onto her thigh, and she guided me with her hand to the soft, moist skin between her thighs. We both let out sighs as the head of my cock rubbed against her clit, then lower until I was pressing at her entrance.

With one hand cupping her breast and rubbing on the nipple with my thumb, and the other holding onto her thigh, I pushed my hips forward, sliding into her in one smooth thrust. We both practically held our breaths until I was in her to the hilt, then paused for a moment.

A moment was all I was willing to wait, though.

Pressing kisses to her lips once more, I pulled my hips back before gently sliding in, testing her. Sophia trembled as she clung to me, a moan pouring out of her throat as her arms, back around me again, held on tightly.

“Fuck me,” Sophia said the words right in my ear, voice low and throaty and did nice things to my insides.

“With pleasure,” I purred back.

I wrapped my arm around her waist, then ducked my mouth to kiss and nibble her neck, as I slid in and out of her, faster, harder with every stroke. My finger plucked at her nipples, pinching and rolling them between my fingers as I fucked her against the door at a pace that was good for the both of us. Sophia showed me her pleasure, her soft cries gaining in volume, nails digging ever harshly into my skin until I knew she would leave marks.

Fuck yeah.

If there was something I liked, it was Sophia showing me how much she enjoyed sex. She’d told me before that she didn’t like being loud during sex because she was self-conscious about it, but even without the sound, her body had ways of telling me exactly what she was feeling, and every damn time, it had the effect of driving me wild.

“Ah!”

Sophia cried out even louder as I slammed my hips against hers, dragging my cock in and out of her, feeling her walls start to tremble around me, signaling she was close. I circled my hips, grinding against her clit with every slide, in and out, and heard her voice go high pitched.

My neighbors will be getting an earful.

Not that I really cared.

“Mason!” Sophia called out, her head tipping back against the door as she held me close.

Her body shivered, her hips rocked erratically against mine, and I felt her walls start to convulse around my cock.

“Sophia,” I groaned, giving one, two, three thrusts before my cock spasmed and I shot my come inside her body.

We held each other close as our bodies trembled, my hips giving short jerks with every spurt of my come, and I only just realized we’d done this without a condom. We had to get her pills later, but all I could think about right then was seeing her drip with my come.

It really has been way too long…