Metamorphosis (26 page)

I got up and put both our spoons
in the sink while she tossed out paper bowls in the trash. “If I do that, I’ll
be giving it up on Friday when I see Mason again, and every time I see him
after that.” She turned and raised her eyebrows at me. “I’m just being honest,”
I admitted. “I get around him and my panties try to shimmy themselves down my
legs, eager for his touch.” After a pregnant pause, we both cracked up as we
tried to picture my panties working their own way down my legs. The image was
quite humorous and not very flattering.

Thursday’s classes sucked. I
wasn’t sure if I had passed a surprise pop quiz in Biology and I broke a
flip flop
as I was walking to English, so I had spent the
rest of the day barefooted. Thankfully, that night
Evie
and I had our movie date, which greatly improved my mood.

I still hadn’t heard from Dylan
and was starting to get a little agitated. I thought that I at least deserved
an explanation for what had happened Saturday, but at the same time, if I was
being honest with myself, I wasn’t completely sure I wanted to hear it. Ash and
I continued to text back and forth every other day or so. We kept up with what
was going on in each other’s lives for the most part.
BFFs…
just like we wanted, right?
Ugghhh
…

Friday morning greeted me with the
text that I had been both anticipating and dreading.

Dylan (8:22AM) Can we talk?

I groaned and threw myself back on
the bed. I knew we needed to get this over with but I had never had to have an
uncomfortable talk like this with a guy and it made me nervous.

Me (8:29AM) How’s tomorrow? Saturdays seem to work for you.

I knew that I didn’t need to make
the snide remark about Saturday, but I was still a little pissed and my
feelings were more than a little hurt about his strange behavior last Saturday
followed by the lack of texts or calls for 6 days. All of this had been so out
of character for him, at least it was for the Dylan that he had allowed to me
know
.

Dylan (8:30AM) Fair enough. I’ll be at your place at 5?

Me (8:30AM) K

By the time Friday afternoon
rolled around, I was wound so tight with frustration and irritation; I thought
I was going to snap. Fridays were usually the worst day of the week for me
anyways because that was always day six of not seeing either Ash or Dylan.
Day six of my male withdrawal.
By Fridays, I longed for the
following day when Dylan would hold me in his arms and kiss me sweetly. Even if
it did lack passion and desire-filled lust, I enjoyed the time we spent
together and thought of him as a good friend. A good friend that looked like a
model and had soft kissable lips. And then of course there were my late nights
with Ash and sleeping snugly in his arms until early the following afternoon.
Those Sunday early morning hours were what I lived for and it was then that I felt
most comfortable just being me.

But Friday nights were the
absolute worst. I would toss and turn, get hot then cold, look at the alarm
clock no less than ten times… So when I added the additional stress about the
upcoming talk with Dylan, I needed a release in the worst way. Fortunately, my
plans for the evening involved the one person that I knew could help me forget
it all, even if it was for just the night.

I was no fool when it came to
Mason Templeton. I knew that I was way out of my league when it came to him in
almost every facet of life, and I didn’t for one minute fancy myself as the
girl that was going to make him fall in love and change his bad boy,
promiscuous ways. He was the lead singer in a pretty popular local band that
was possibly headed for bigger things (according to the results of my Google
search), co-owned a bar with his brother, and obviously wasn’t hurting for
cash. I was sure that he had hundreds if not thousands of girls in his bed and
there was a line just as long waiting to be the next. As long as I didn’t allow
myself to forget any of those facts and not get emotionally attached, I was
going to enjoy hanging out with this
uber
-sexy hot
piece of sin and learn whatever he was willing to teach me. The reality of my
situation was the guy I really liked was about to break off whatever it was
that we had going and the guy I was in love with was never going to allow us to
have a chance, so I figured why not spend time with the guy that I lusted
after. The guy that made my body explode in a thousand pieces of pleasure with
his hands and mouth. The decision was quite easy.

It was a little after eight when I
heard the growl of Mason’s bike pull into the parking lot. I looked down at my
short denim skirt and I shuddered at the thought of hiking it up and pressing
my body against Mason’s back. The first cool front of the fall had blown
through the night before so instead of a tank top, I opted for a fitted, long
sleeved, old ringer tee that donned the cover from Van Morrison’s
Moondance
album. I hoped that Mason would understand my
wearing it was a show of appreciation of his previous week’s serenade. It clung
to my body and it was extremely thin from hundreds of wears and washes which
allowed my satin chocolate brown bra to be clearly visible (I may or may not
have gone shopping that afternoon especially for this bra and panty set to
match this shirt.) I threw on some brown leather flip flops, and opted for the
pigtail braids again since I had assumed he’d bring the bike and I didn’t want
my hair to be a tangled mess.

I ran out of my room to meet him.
Even though it had only been three days, I was so anxious to see him again, to
touch him and just let loose for a while.

“Angel, what a breath of fresh air
on this fucked up day. You look amazing as always,” he complimented me as I
approached him taking off his helmet. He looked just as incredible as I had
remembered, once again in a plain t-shirt, navy this time, and jeans, and I had
no shame but to walk right up to him and wrap my arms around him. He just as
eagerly put his arms around me and held me close to him.

“Mason,” I said into his chest
without pulling away. We stayed like that for several minutes. I didn’t know
what had happened in his day and he didn’t know about mine, but we both seemed
to know that we needed the physical contact, the closeness, at that moment. No
words were necessary. We finally tore apart and Mason broke the silence.

“Okay, that was enough seriousness
for the night. We both need to forget about whatever shitty kind of day we had
and relax. Let’s go have some drinks and listen to what I hope is some halfway
decent music.” He tilted his head at me as if he was asking my approval for
this plan.

“Are you not playing tonight?” I
asked, a little confused.

“Nope. Marcus changed up the
schedule this week so that Friday nights are now open
mic
and Thursday and Saturday nights are scheduled sets,” he explained with a
mischievous gleam in his eye.

“What?” I asked. “What are you not
telling me?”

He leaned down to me and put his
forehead on mine. “I may have had some pull on the schedule change so that I
could actually spend some time with you tonight instead of having to worry
about performing,” he admitted sheepishly. I couldn’t help but grin goofily and
feel all gooey inside that he would go through the trouble of changing the
entire bar’s schedule so he could spend time with me, but I was also sad that I
wouldn’t get to hear him sing.

“So when will I get to hear you
sing again?” I pretend pouted.

“I’ll play a song or two tonight
acoustic if you want, but you’ll have to either come on a school night or bring
your Saturday boy with you to the bar.” He moved his lips closer to mine so
that were only centimeters apart.

“Well, that won’t be a problem any
longer,” I whispered, bringing my lips so close to his that they were
practically touching. “No more Saturday night guy.” He didn’t wait any longer
to capture my mouth in his and I sighed in relief at the sensation of his mouth
on mine. The kiss was long and hungry and I hoped a preview of what was in
store for the rest of the night.

“Come on, Angel. Let’s get going
before I give you another lesson right here in this parking lot,” Mason growled
into my mouth. His words mixed with the pure wanton lust in his voice inspired
a small growl of my own, which made him kiss me again. Finally, we separated
and got on the motorcycle, both of us more than a little worked up.

When we got to the bar, Mason
pulled his motorcycle around to the back where he parked close to a back door.
He helped me off the bike and picked right up where we left off in my parking
lot. He held me close against his
body,
I could feel
that he was still hard as he pressed against my abdomen.

“Do you feel what you do to me? Do
you have any idea how crazy you are making me right now?” He asked in a low
voice as he kissed the top of my head. He began moving his mouth down to my
neck and ear and continued to talk and kiss. “Tasting your mouth again?” Kiss.
“Those fucking sexy ass pigtails?” Kiss. “Seeing you in that damn see-through
shirt?” Kiss. “Feeling your heat through those damp silky panties while you
were
pressed up against my back?” Kiss.

I stepped back before I had a damn
orgasm just from him talking to me and kissing my neck. “We should go inside
before you try to start another lesson, Teach.” I smiled up at his handsome
face. It was taking every ounce of inner strength I had not to drop to my knees
in front of this Adonis in the parking lot and take his cock in my mouth.
Luckily, before I could do anything completely stupid, he agreed and grabbed my
hand to pull me through the back door.

Mason stopped by the office to let
Marcus know that he was there even though he was technically off. Marcus was a
little friendlier to me during our second meeting and I was surprised that he
had remembered my name when he greeted me. We said goodbye and ventured into
the main area. The room was fairly crowded and there was a girl on stage that
was pretty good. Mason placed his hand possessively at the small of my back and
guided me through the crowd to his regular table. I recognized several of the
people there from last Friday, but didn’t remember everyone’s names. Mason
seemed to sense my unease as we approached the table because he whispered in my
ear, “The only people you need to know here are Cruz and Sebastian, Aaron isn’t
here and he’s the only one that has a girlfriend that’s worth remembering. Cruz
is my childhood best friend and Sebastian is his cousin.” He kissed the top of
my head and I nodded. I remembered which ones were Cruz and Sebastian as soon
as he said their names. Despite the fact that I did not find him attractive,
Sebastian appeared to have no problems getting female attention as he had two
brunettes snuggled up to him. However, it could easily be argued that Cruz, while
not as physically impressive as Mason was, had just as much sex appeal as his
best friend. He was average size in both height and build, but his bright green
eyes combined with his darker complexion and long black hair was fascinating.

Everyone called out
their
greetings to Mason, or Rat rather, when we got settled
onto his bar stool. He insisted that I sit on his lap again, so I positioned
myself on one of his legs, with my legs dangling in between the two of his, so
I could still see his face and be able to kiss him whenever I felt like it.
Mason gave a universal hello to everyone around the table, but then turned to
address Cruz and Sebastian. “Cruz, Sebastian, you remember Scarlett from last
Friday.” I knew that there was no way that they were going to remember me from
any other bimbo that Mason usually had curled up in his lap.

“The girl from last Friday?
Angel?” Cruz’ question was directed more at Mason then at me, but they were
both looking at me curiously. Of course they would remember because of Mason’s
ridiculous little concert he dedicated to me.

“Yes, isn’t she incredible?” Mason
answered him. He lightly pulled on one of my braids with one hand, kissed my
cheek, and placed his other hand high up on my thigh. I blushed furiously
knowing that everyone was watching us.

“Fucking brilliant, Rat,” Cruz
said. I turned to look at him, not sure if he was being sarcastic or not, but
when his emerald eyes locked onto mine, I was startled to see the pools of
desire that stared back at me. Unable to control my reaction to him, I clenched
my upper thighs tightly together and lightly dug my fingernails into Mason’s
shoulder. It only took a matter of seconds for me to realize that I needed to
break the stare, which I quickly did, but not without Mason observing the
entire exchange.

Surprisingly, he chuckled and
looked over at Cruz, “Not with this one, man.” Mason shook his head. “Not a
fucking chance. You have no idea.” He brought me closer to him and wrapped one
of his arms tightly across my waist and kissed the side of my mouth. I wasn’t
exactly sure if I understood the entire conversation that just took place, but
I was pretty sure that Cruz was asking Mason to share me with him.

“Don’t worry, Angel, no one else
is going to touch you,” Mason assured me. I didn’t bother to tell him that I
wasn’t worried in the least about Cruz because it was then that I noticed they
were introducing the next local musician ready to take a shot at impressing the
crowd. When Ash walked onto the stage with his acoustic hanging around his
neck, I inhaled deeply and my body stiffened. You’ve got to be fucking kidding
me.