Chapter 22 - A Rose With Thorns

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This was a mistake.

A very big mistake.

We've barely made it past the club's entrance and I'm freaking out.

I can't see anything properly and every time I try to get my bearings I'm shoved in another direction. It's ridiculously loud and just like I imagined with people dry humping or actually stuffing hands in each other's underwear as they dance.

Horny fuckers.

I'm about to bolt out the doors I came through when a hand clasps around my right one, their fingers interlocking with my own.

I know it's Mason but I wasn't expecting the wave of calm that came with his gesture. I don't feel so overwhelmed with him to ground me.

He turns me to face him with his other hand on my shoulder and leans in close so I can hear him over the music.

"Stay close to me. I've got you, I promise."

Mason leans back with a genuine smile and nod of reassurance. I return the nod so he knows I heard him and follow him through the crowd, wrapping my other hand around the top of his left arm so we can't be separated.

We take some stairs against the left wall of the club and then Mason talks to the bouncer who lets us through the rope into a less crowded area of seating. In the far corner, is our group lounging across perpendicular velvet couches, looking like Kings and Queens of the place.

Though I guess Seb kind of is the King here.

Sophia is sat in his lap, whispering in his ear as he smirks while Anthony has a blonde next to him who's sticking her tongue so far down his throat I'm surprised he doesn't choke.

Kate jumps up from her place beside Sam when she sees me and wraps me in a tight hug. Mason releases me as she does so but looks back while he talks to Sam, giving me a nod to let me know he's still got his eye on me which strangely puts me at ease.

"You came!!" Kate screams over the music.

"Couldn't leave you to have all the fun now could I?!" I yell back.

"Don't think I didn't notice who you came with too!" she yells into my ear, pulling back with a smirk on her face.

I roll my eyes, "Don't read into it. It's just another deal."

"Sure. Tell me that when he's balls deep in you 6 deals from now." she jests.

My eyes widen of their own accord and I choke on fresh air.

"Kate! I'm not going to fuck Mason!"

"Why not!" she yelps, "You're both hot, you have history - there's nothing to lose and many orgasms to gain!"

Sam and Mason appear in my peripheral vision at that moment, perfect.

"Who's getting an orgasm?" Sam asks with a chuckle, doing the smart thing in subtlety taking Kate's drink from her.

"Lexi." Kate replies loudly with a smirk.

"And who would that be by?" Mason asks, crossing his arms across his chest and making the muscles in his arms bulge.

Do NOT think about his muscles right now Alexandra Lucy Turner.

I leap forward and press a hand over Kate's mouth which she giggles behind.

"No more drinks for you missy." I order.

Kate tries to speak but her voice is muffled behind my hand. I pull it away and wait for her to repeat.

"I was nervous." she replies loud enough for me to hear but too quiet for Sam or Mason.

I smile at her, "Just be yourself."

"Myself?" She echoes.

"Yes. Be gorgeous, charming and real. No bullshit. No faking it."

"No bullshit..." she considers, "I can do that" Kate adds with a wink before stepping up beside Sam, "Dance with me."

It wasn't even a question. She demanded he dance with her.

Damn girl has balls.

"Love to." Sam replies with a wide smile, taking Kate's hand and leading her out of the VIP area and down the stairs.

"Don't I get a sweet drunk request to dance?" Mason chuckles over my shoulder in my ear.

I smirk and walk up to the table which the couches surround, downing two shots of tequila from the tray that was brought up just after we got here.

Liquid confidence and all that jazz.

"Damn Jennings, you're so bad poor girl feels the need to be drunk to get through it."  Seb yells to which Mason flips him off.

I grin as I walk back over to him, "No request for you hotshot. You dragged me here so now it's up to you to make it worth my while."

He puts a hand on the small of my back and pulls me against his body, making my breath hitch as we connect, "Like with orgasms?" he taunts in my ear.

"You heard?" I gulp.

"Heard what?" he replies with a wink before turning to the side and resting his hand on my waist as we walk down the stairs.

Mason walks us into the thick of the crowd, his hand tightening on my waist in a way that comforts rather than scares me like it usually would.

He turns to face me and cups my cheek with the hand not on my body, "Don't think. Just feel" he yells.

"I thought you were supposed to lead this dance!" I yell.

"I am but it's no fun dancing with a stiff partner."

"You should know girls normally appreciate rather than shun a stiff one." I quip back.

Mason smirks, "You included?"

"So long as it's not yours." I reply which makes him roll his eyes.

"Just dance Lexi."

I look at the people around us to get inspiration. Most of them are entangled with someone else in some respect or seem to enjoy being completely surrounding us.

"How is this not freaking you out?" I yell back remembering how pale he looked when I saw Sam shove him out the fire exit of the boys' locker room the other day.

"I know where every exit is and I have the music to distract me. Easier to be calm when it's not hockey players slapping any part of me they can get their hands on."

Mason flips my body around and pulls me back so my back moulds to his front as the beat of How Deep is Your Love by Calvin Harris and The Disciples starts thrumming through my body.

"Put your hands on mine and move with me." Mason yells, his breath tickling my ear and raising goosebumps on my neck. "You won't panic so much if you embrace it."

I do as instructed and find his hands on my hips with my own. The music is slower at the moment while the momentum builds, allowing Mason to move my hips in a fluid motion and give me chance to find a rhythm.

I get braver the longer he holds me and tip my head back to rest it on the top of his chest, closing my eyes to immerse myself in the beat. Mason's right hand travels higher and rests on my rib cage and I have no urge to push him away. Instead I sink further into his body and bring up my left had to rest on the back of his neck.

The tempo of the song increases and our pace of dancing goes with it. Mason alternates between swaying in the slower moments and almost jumping with me as if picks up. I'm very away of his hard dick pressing into my hip but I put it down to the fact I've been forced to rub against it for the last minute rather than it actually having anything to do with me as a person.

I couldn't say whether I pulled him down or if he lowered of his own accord with what happened next. All I know is Mason's lips found my neck, softly kissing it as he moved my hair to the side.

Heat flooded my core in a way I'd never experienced and I turned in his arms to meet his intense gaze. Mason looked at me with a mixture of confusion and lust that I could only assume was mirrored on my face.

The crowd moved around us as we breathed heavily, his hands digging into my waist and my fingertips running into his hair.

What was happening right now?!

He was him and I was me. We didn't do this kind of thing. The lines didn't blur like this.

I should let go. I should step back and burst the bubble we'd created.

But I can't.

I don't want to.

I don't understand why I don't want to.

Mason's hands loosen and I instinctively and desperately shake my head.

"Don't" I yell.

"You look spooked." He yells back.

I laugh loudly, "So do you."

He grins at me but I can tell he's nervous.

Ditto Mason.

"Do you trust me?" He yells back.

That's the million dollar question.

Do I trust him? Or is the feeling in my gut not nervous excitement but raging panic? Am I just finally succumbing to being a horny college student like my peers? 

Could I trust him again?

"Wrong answer." Mason yelled, some of the heat leaving his gaze.

"But I didn't say anything!" I protested.

"Exactly." he yelled back.

He pulled me from the crowd and through a velvet curtain on the back wall, furthest from the entrance. We took a left and then a right before he opened a door when Seb's initials on and pulled me inside.

"Seb has an office?" I blurt out as I look around at the dark furniture and pray I don't see him and Soph stumbling out of the door opposite me that probably leads to a bathroom.

"This place will be his one day, his dad likes him to get involved."

When I turn back to face Mason he's unbuttoning his black shirt and I immediately in offence mode.

"Typical." I scoff.

"What is?" He replies.

"We have a moment and drag me into the first room you can find for sex."

Mason quirks an eyebrow, "We had a moment?"

Cue mental face palm.

"You know what I mean!" I reply, not having a truly valid response.

Mason scoff, " As nice as it is to know your standards of me are so high, I didn't bring you in here for a quickie Lex."

"Then why are you undressing?" I shoot back.

"Because our deal was a dance for my tattoo reveal. I'm holding up my end of the bargain."

He shrugs off his shirt and throws it on the dark mahogany desk I'm stood by. He's unsurprisingly rippled with toned muscles, a defined V leading into his pants that has me biting the inside of my lip trying not to do something impulsive and highly embarrassing.

He's just a guy Lexi. Nothing special. Just. A. Guy.

Yeah a ripped as fuck guy who I was head over heels for once upon a time.

Gotta love a good complication.

"Go on. Have your fill." He says gesturing to his torso.

His arms have tattoos randomly placed with things such as '666' on his right forearm and the 8,9 and 10 of diamonds playing cards just above it. His abs are mostly clear with the exception of a noughts and crosses game on his right hip in which crosses win diagonally.

But there's a partial sleeve on his right bicep of roses that covers his shoulder and runs over both his arm and chest that leaves me speechless. Each flower is surrounded by thorns and I absentmindedly run my finger tips over his chest as they run towards his heart, appearing to embed themselves in his skin.

Mason's chuckling is the thing to drag me out my daze.

"I'm not sure if it's good or bad this is one you were drawn to." He says softly.

"It's incredible." I say, almost more to myself than him.

"It's yours" he replies making my eyes snap up to meet his.

I grin slightly, "So am I a thorn or a rose?"

He smirks, "Both." Mason tucks some hair behind my ear and hold my cheek in his hand as he sighs, "I always thought you were beautiful Lex. And then you became someone so far from the girl I once knew. In my mind you became a silent villain. Someone totally unassuming from their angelic exterior yet sharp and dangerous on the inside. You were the rose I finally saw the thorns of..." He dragged my hand over his chest to rest on where the thorns breached his body, "...and you were completely under my skin." He chuckled quietly, "I'd say it was a waste of a metaphor, but you're hotter than sin and I think you're even more dangerous now than back then."

"I'm dangerous?" I say, my voice a breathy whisper.

"You're fucking deadly Alexandra... and I'm learning it doesn't matter what's happened or how much time has passed - I've got no defences when it comes to you."

My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could feel it through my wrist he was holding.

His words were disarming but his touch had me completely at his mercy. I think I would've done anything he said in that moment.

I was totally hypnotised until he stepped back and released my face and hand.

"Until you trust me, this is as far as we go."

"You'll think I'll let you go further?" I quipped.

He winked at me with his signature smirk tilting his lips, "I have no idea what you'll let me do. Maybe that's why I'm so curious to find out."

Mason picked up his shirt, shrugging it on and buttoning it up in silence as I tried to process everything that'd just happened.

"Come on. You owe me another dance for that."

I scoffed, "Interesting logic."

"Seems perfect to me"

"Yeah perfectly flawed." I jibed casually, shoving into him slightly as I walked out the door.

If only he knew how opposite to casual I actually was inside as I walked back the way we came with him on my heels like a predator taking his time to ensure his prey was paranoid before he pounced.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hehehe things are heating up! I won't keep you waiting much longer, after all we all give into desire eventually ;)

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