Truly Mine - (Mason & Sophie 1, Roommate Duet 3)

I roll my eyes and groan, but Sophie laughs. “Not a bad idea.”

“Funny. Both of you.” I release my hold on Sophie as I turn to face them. “Why don’t you tell Liam how Hart of Dixie season two ends?”

“What? You assholes watched my show without me!” Liam shouts, nearly spewing his coffee all over.

“Mason!” Sophie scolds with her hands on her hips.

“Gotta shower and get ready for work…” I turn and rush toward the stairs. “Unless you feel like joining me…” I taunt.

“Sorry, big guy. I don’t swing that way,” Liam mocks. “But I’ll come soap you up if you want!” I hear his loud footsteps coming closer as Sophie’s laughter echoes louder.

“Stay away from me, fucker!” I call out, taking the steps two at a time in a rush to the bathroom.

I finish my workday early, glad to be able to come home to Sophie and spend extra time together. The guys at work have been giving me shit all week for the extra pep in my step, but I don’t give a fuck. Sophie being mine has been years in the making, and I’m going to do everything in my power not to fuck it up this time. I can’t. She’s way too important to me and building a real relationship with her is my number one priority.

The moment I enter the house, I hear a sweet melody coming from a violin. She’s taken on a new student, and I never get tired of hearing her play or seeing the way her face lights up when she’s talking about music.

I quietly walk into the living room, trying not to disturb them, but as soon as I round the corner, I trip on a pair of shoes and nearly tumble into the couch, making noise along the way.

“Shit, sorry.” I straighten myself.

Sophie’s eyes widen, and the little girl she’s teaching starts to giggle.

“Crap. I meant crap. Sorry.” I hold up my hands, walking backward. “Sorry.”

“Is that your boyfriend?” the girl asks, and I immediately notice the blush on Sophie’s cheeks.

“Uh…” Sophie stammers, blinking. “Why don’t we start from the top, okay? Your mom will be here soon.”

I arch a brow, smirking. She rolls her eyes at me, and I walk into the kitchen chuckling.

Twenty minutes later, Sophie wraps her arms around my waist from behind once her student leaves. “Any chance you’re cooking dinner for two? Because it smells really good.”

“Hmm…that depends.” I place one hand over hers that are locked against my torso.

“Oh yeah? On what?” she asks.

I put the lid on the pan, then turn around to face her, keeping her arms wrapped around me. Tilting her chin, I smirk and look into her eyes. “On what your answer to her question was.”

Sophie’s eyes narrow. “Really? You’re going to hold an eight-year-old’s question against me?”

“I mean, I’d rather be holding something else against you, but now that the question is out there…” I grin, wondering if she’ll dodge it or not. Though I’m only messing with her, I enjoy watching her squirm.

“Let’s see how good this meal is first. Can’t be locked into anything with someone who can’t cook.”

I laugh at her attempt to get out of answering. “Well, fuck am I glad I made one of my best dishes.”

Sophie steps back then grabs two plates and starts setting the table. “Am I setting one for Liam?”

“I only know how to cook for two, so that fucker is on his own from now on.”

She snickers, then swats my chest.

After we eat together and talk about our day, we settle on the couch for our nightly routine of Netflix. Sophie decides to read and rests her feet in my lap. Halfway through an episode of Lucifer, she wiggles her feet against my groin, purposely rubbing against my dick.

“You better stop that,” I warn.

She works her feet on either side of my cock, stroking it and teasing me. After a minute, I grab her ankle and squeeze. “Soph…you better not start something you don’t plan on finishing.”

Keeping her eyes on the pages, she sits up and inches next to me. With one hand on her book, she reaches into my lap and starts stroking me with the other.

My head falls back with a groan. “Are you seriously reading while touching me?” I look over at her and her eyes are glued to her paperback.

“What? Never heard of multi-tasking before?” Then she one-handedly turns the page.

How the hell did she just do that?

Her hand slides up my torso until she reaches the band of my shorts and dips her hand inside. With her palm over the fabric of my boxers, she wraps her delicate fingers around my cock and moves her hand up and down my length.

“You aren’t playing fair,” I growl, throwing my hands behind my head. Sophie touching me is something I’ve been dreaming about since the moment I met her. “Sophie.”