Mason pulls out my seat at the table, motioning me to sit, before taking his own seat. His parents sit across from us and I realize we are one of the only four-person tables in the entire room. Maybe Mason arranged for this since it's the first time I'm meeting his parents but something tells me he didn't think far enough ahead for that. The caterers waste no time bringing over the first course consisting of a fancy salad and little breads with various veggies on top. Mason pops at least five of them in his mouth in no time. Me? Well I'm staring at the three different forks around my plate, wondering which one I'm suppose to use first.

"The medium sized one to the left." Mason whispers, wiping his hands on his napkin.

I suck in a breath and pray my cheeks don't get red. "Thank you." I whisper back. A server comes over and offers us a taste of wine. He pours my glass half full but I tell him to keep pouring until it's filled to the top. Something tells me I'm going to need a lot of alcohol to get through this evening.

"So Lexi, Mason tells us you're in the music industry." Frank starts.

"Uh yeah, I'm an A&R manager at Timeless Publishing Music Group. So I help songwriters get their songs noticed by artists and work out deals with movies and tv shows." I say, taking a fork full of salad. I barely ate today between the nerves and knowing I had to squeeze into this little number.

"Is that the same company you left Mason for?" his mom asks.

Talk about a low blow. I wonder if she knows the truth or just Mason's side. I swallow, trying to recover from the comment while Mason apologizes for his mom's honesty.

"Yes it's the same company."

"And it's in Los Angeles?"

I nod. "It is."

She shakes her head disapproving. "Well then how is this going to work. You're five hours from each other and Mason travels for half of the year."

"Mother, that's our business, not yours." Mason interrupts.

"We make it work." I say at the same time.

"How?" she questions.

"Mom." Mason warns, "Please stop. We're here to have a good time." 

I gulp down the rest of my wine as the server comes back over to refill it to the same spot as last time. I drink half of it in no time and I contemplate asking him to just leave the whole bottle. Mason slides a hand into my lap and gives my thigh a squeeze. My breasts immediately pucker while I clench my legs together. It's been almost two weeks since we had sex and my vibrator isn't getting the job done. Mason cocks his head to the sideway, baiting me to look at him, but instead I finish the rest of my salad. 

"I have to ask," his mom starts again, "you are going to move wherever Mason ends up this offseason right?"

The offseason? Wouldn't he stay in San Francisco with his team? Unless....

I turn to Mason, surprise written all over my face. "You're a free agent." 

He closes his eyes then nods his head. "I was going to tell you."

Hurt and anger cloud my thoughts as I throw my napkin on the table and push my chair back. "Yeah, I've heard that one before." 

My legs carry me all the way to the restroom at the end of the hall when I feel a strong tug on my arm. Taking a deep breath, I turn to face him, a million different emotions running through me. All I want to do now is go home and put on my comfiest sweats. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't know she was going to say that." Mason says, keeping his grip on my arm.

"That's not the point Mason and you know it." I snap.

Mason sighs then steps closer. "Of course not. I'm sorry, I didn't want to get your hopes up of me coming to Los Angeles."

"My hopes? I think you mean yours."

He raises his brows as if to say is that so. "So you don't care at all where I end up? I could be playing in New York and you wouldn't care."

My mouth falls open and I shake my head. "Don't say stupid shit like that. You know I would."

Mason slides a hand down his face before releasing me. "No Lexi I don't. You don't tell me anything. You hide your feelings constantly besides a few 'I miss yous' when I'm on the road."

My mouth falls open. He's such an idiot. Does he really think I'd sleep with him again if I didn't care about him. Hell if I still don't love him. 

"Why should I tell you how I feel when you're out there sleeping with a bunch of groupies." I yell, completely ignoring Morgan's advice to have a calm conversation about the gossip site. "Yeah that's right I saw that stupid baseball site where girls write about sleeping with players." 

"They're cleat chasers, not groupies." he says. 

I see absolute red. "So you're still a cheater, good to know."

His eyes turn dark, almost black, at my accusation. "Let's continue this conversation in there." He says pulling me into the men's bathroom. 

"What are you doing! I can't go in there, I don't have a penis and commitment issues."

"Funny." He says dryly. He locks the door behind us as I glare at him. Men's bathrooms are usually disgusting because they can't aim which I don't know how that's possible when they literally hold their dick in their hand. He's lucky this bathroom is clean or I'd be throwing a major fit. 

"First, you're going to explain to me why you read that stupid site then you're going to listen to what I have to say because you and I both know I never fucking cheated on you." 

I cross my arms over my chest, carefully choosing my words. "Some people around me said it would be a good idea to see if you were lying or not about sleeping around while out on the road." 

His stare continues to boar into me. "And you believed a site over asking me."

"You're little cleat chaser comment kinda confirmed it."

He takes a step closer to me, never breaking his eye contact. "No it doesn't. I was correcting the term. And who are these some people. A guy I'm assuming." 

My confidence falters because this isn't how I intended to bring up Riley. "Possibly."

He takes another step closer and my arms fall from their hold. I'm losing control of this situation faster than I eat dessert. He closes the rest of the space between us, until we're inches apart.

 "Here's the thing Lexi." He says, his hand resting in between my thighs. "You're choosing to believe everyone else over me." His fingers travel achyling slow up my thigh towards my opening and I'm feeling weaker by the second. "Do you know why that is?"

My head falls into his shoulder as he makes contact with my clit. Tiny sparks shoot through my body as he rubs me in circles. I let out a groan when he pulls his hand away. "Answer me Lexi" he demands, his eyes still black as coal. 

"Why?" I whine, hating myself for wanting him. 

His lips brush my ear as he whispers, "Because you still love me and you're scared. You're so scared you're looking for a reason to end this before it's even started."

His fingers turn to my clit and heat fills my body. My knees start to shake as he works me towards my climax while my inner thighs are wet with pleasure. His lips are latched onto the sensitive spot on my neck and my body is on sensory overload. 

"Fuck it, I can't wait." he groans. "I'll make you feel good later, but right now, we both need this." 

He loosens his tie before slipping it off while I lean against the cool wall for some stability. There's no way in hell I trust my legs right now. He pulls me forward then snatches my wrists together, tying his tie around them. The material bites into my skin and the feeling excites me more than it probably should. "I need this." he says, his face tenser than I've ever seen it. "And I don't have a condom." 

I remember his need for dominance from college but that usually only happened after a bad run in with his father. Maybe his mother causes the same feelings. Honestly, it wouldn't surprise me. All I know is this is usually how our best sex happened. 

 "It's okay." I breathe, "I need it too."

A wicked grin spreads across his face. "Let's have some fun then." He grabs my restrained wrists and lifts them above my head before pinning me against the wall. He kisses me with such a fury, I think I'm going to pass out from the sensation. His tongue forces its way past my lips, catching my moan. Any worry I had about being heard or caught fly out the window along with my brain. He slips one then two fingers inside me, barely giving me a second to adjust before he starts thrusting. 

"Mason." I mumble as he rips his mouth from mine. His hand falls from wrists and moves the fabric of my dress off of my puckered breasts. 

"So beautiful." he says before taking a nipple in his mouth. Oh fuck. My legs start wobbling even harder and I'm terrified I'm going to collapse. I'm dripping wet now no longer caring that I've squirted at least a dozen times. I'm sweating so bad, my makeup is probably a mess and my hair is sticking to my neck, but I do not care. I need him. And I need him now.

I'm dying to touch him but if I move my hands, he'll just set them right back up there. He gets a thrill from feeling me squirm. "We should have sex more often when we're pissed at each other." I moan.

He looks up at me, my boob still firmly in his mouth, and winks at me. He continues to suck, leaving behind a little pool of drool but it feels so warm that I'm bursting with wetness. "Mason." I cry out, "I need you inside now." 

His mouth releases my assaulted nipple as his fingers retreat from inside me. We're both panting, our chests rising and falling faster by the minute, when he grabs my hips. 

"Come here." he huffs, dragging me over to the sinks. I watch his muscles flex from underneath his suit as he undoes his pants. He pushes them down his legs and I forgot how shitty of a job his briefs do at concealing his large package. His dick springs free, hard and glistening with his own pleasure. I lick my lips dying to wrap around his sensitive head, as his eyes grow hooded. "No. Don't do that." 

"What?" I say innocently, knowing he's two seconds from losing his mind. 

"Your eyes are screaming to let me suck your dick." 

"Why can't I have a taste?" I ask, resting my wrists on the back of his neck. His dick touches my wet folds and I moan so loud it'll be a miracle if nobody hears us. 

"Because I'm about to lose control." 

"And you don't want to do that?"

He sighs. "With you, I always do." 

I smash my lips against his as his hands travel up and down my back. Just as fast as it started, it's over. He slips through my hold while his hands grip my hips spinning me around so my hands are against the sink. "What the fuck?" I ask, glaring at him in the mirror.

He laughs. "I know this isn't the most romantic place for our first time without a condom but it'll have to do." He knocks my legs a little further apart, lifting up my dress, before guiding himself inside me. Sweet pleasure rolls over me as I finally feel all of him for the first time. He glides in and my stomach contracts, I'm so tight. He groans behind me and my head falls to the sink until I feel a yank on my hair. 

"Look at me." he says, my dark curls wrapped around his fist. I nod, words escaping me.  I wouldn't trust my own voice right now, the pleasure is so intense, nothing would come out. His hand possessively grips my hip as his other runs down my spine, sending chills through my body. I love what he does to me. Every inch of my nerves are shot from this man and every hair on the back of my neck is standing when he drags his calloused hand down me. 

He plunges deeper into me and I cry out, my head dipping forward but it's pulled right back up. My dress is bunched at my stomach providing a little bit of extra cushion when my body hits into the sink. His thrusts get faster as I rock my hips back into him. Curses fall from lips as do sweet words about my pussy. My head dips forward again but instead of a yank to the hair, I receive a hard slap on my bare ass. My eyes fly to the mirror to meet his. 

"Watch. Me." he demands, then thrusts again. My legs are going to be jello after this and if I can walk back to my seat, it'll be a miracle. He angles himself a little lower and the first move hits me right in my g-spot. 

"Oh god." I crumble as he groans, "Fuck Lexi."

He continues until I break, my orgasm engulfing his dick while he chases his own release. Hot liquid fills me while he continues to empty every last drop into me. I never understood how much of a barrier a condom really is and my emotions take over, releasing happy tears down my face. Feeling him, all of him, makes my heart swell with love. I can feel his soul touch mine with every shallow drive inside me. I feel complete and at home now that we've had nothing in between us. It should scare me, but it doesn't. This man owns me, my body, soul, and mind. And I'm never letting him go.

I wipe the tears before whispering, "I love you." 

*Author's note: Well.... that escalated quickly. I feel like I kind of robbed you guys in Finding Our Way from Mason's dominant side and in earlier chapters so I hope you finally enjoyed his inner animal side. More details about his mother in the next chapter!