Nineteen

Pov

Tessa

He backs away just enough to growl, "Make that fucking sound again." I feel my face flush with embarrassment, and the lust in his eyes has all the words I want to reply with trapped in my throat.

"Playing with her mind is my job, Mase," I feel like a bucket of ice has just been dumped on my head when I hear Bennett's cold tone. Of course, he's right. Mason is doing everything he can to make me choose him over his brother. I didn't expect that from him because Bennett is right; he's the only one I thought would try to soothe me with a false sense of security.

"Shut up. I don't have to pretend to be anything I'm not, unlike you," Mason snaps, and his grip only tightens as my whole body tenses.

"Let me go," I say, and I hate that my voice is trembling because it makes me sound meek, and truly, I'm full of anger.

"No," Mason and Bennett bite out the word at the same time.

"Yes!" I say loudly, pushing forcefully against Mason, but he doesn't budge.

Bennett steps forward, eyeing the warm shirt I'm still wrapped in, and I can see he's having the same reaction Mason had earlier. "You'll do as we say, understand?"

"WE," I emphasize the word and raise my fingers in quotation marks in the air. "That's your damn problem, Bennett, you work as a team, all the time. There's no you without Mason, and there's no Mason without you. And you hate that, I get it. You need to let me go before I ruin everything."

"You know who your choice is, and you just need to say it. Let's leave all this behind," Bennett says confidently, leaning on the countertop as if he has no care in the world. Mason's fingertips flex on my hip skin, and I realize he's getting aroused. Maybe if they fight each other, I can escape without them noticing. That's the only thing that will help me right now. I need to get away from both of them and just clear my mind.

"You're so thickheaded, Bennett," I grumble, and instantly regret my choice of words when he smiles at me. "Your skull, not your wrinkled dick," I lie, and he just laughs because he knows exactly how far he's been inside me.

Mason releases my hips but doesn't back off. Instead, he pulls out his cellphone from his jeans pocket.

"What?" he snaps, and I can hear Grey's irritated voice, though he hasn't put it on speakerphone. Mason finally says, "Yeah, okay. I'll be there as soon as I can." He pauses again only to add, "No. He has to stay here with his cousin. She's threatening to leave the mountain again." Neither of them says goodbye before ending the call, which is typical of Gray and Mason, I suppose.

"Thanks for that," I say, crossing my arms over my chest, and Mason just smiles at me as he puts the phone back in his pocket. He steps away, rubbing his hand on his face before yawning. "One or both of you will get me out of this mountain tonight." I try to make my words sound definitive, as if there's no negotiation, but both upper lips curl into a psychotic smile.

"No, we won't," they say at the same time and then furrow their brows as they realize how in sync they are with each other.

"I have to go, pretty boy needs help," Mason says, leaning in to kiss me on the mouth much more chastely this time. It feels natural, like he's been kissing me like this for a millennium.

"Who'd he kill this time?" Bennett asks in a bored tone.

"He's over at Arbor Ridge picking up parts for a bike and fucked a guy for bumping into Mia," Mason says as he moves toward the door.

"Fucking sounds like something he'd do," Bennett laughs. "Everyone thinks Gray's the psychopath, but Remington has no chill."

"Grey's just bottling that shit up. One day he'll finally snap, and it'll be catastrophic," Mason says from the doorway, his eyes meeting mine once again. I decide to mess with him the same way he messed with me by being kind.

I start to slowly lift the shirt off my body. My legs are still slightly apart, and my nipples are hard from the coolness of the cabin and being so close to Mason. "You might need this," I toss it to him, but he catches it with one hand and tosses it back to me without a second thought.

"Keep it. I'll fuck you while you're wearing it when we get home," With those parting words, Mason strides down the hallway and out of my sight.