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

“Hmm?” she singsongs.

Unable to take it any longer, I pull her hand out and leap on top of her, tossing her book aside in the process.

“Hey!” she says just before I cover her mouth with mine.

I settle between her legs as she wraps her arms around me, and I cup her face. “Do you feel like reading now?” I ask, grinning and looking down at her.

“Well, I was at a really good part…”

I press my forehead to hers, groaning. “Why do you enjoy torturing me?” I ask, sliding my hand up her body and palming her breast.

She bites her bottom lip, releasing a groan. “After hearing Liam say that I should make you wait for putting me in the friend-zone, I was thinking it wasn’t such a bad plan.”

“Oh really?” I slide my lips down her jawline and latch onto her neck. “You’re taking advice from a self-proclaimed bachelor who’s never had a relationship longer than the length of a movie?”

Sophie snickers, wiggling her body beneath me. “But I bet he gets a lotta ass with that knowledge.”

“More ass than a pair of jeans,” I confirm.

Sophie’s head tilts back, giving me further access to her soft flesh. I suck and lick, grinding my body against hers.

“Maybe Liam’s theory isn’t as great as I thought…” She moans, arching her hips toward me.

“Christ, you’re killing me, woman.” I slide off her so we’re aligned on the couch, my hand roaming down her body until it cups her ass. She wraps one leg around my hip, feeling how aroused I am for her. I’m not sure if she’s testing me or not, but I want everything she’s giving me.

My fingers explore her stomach as my other hand stays wrapped around her head. Sophie kisses me with a hot fervor, and it’s like the past few nights where we get lost in each other’s mouths, though I’ve been careful knowing she doesn’t want us to rush.

“Touch me, Mason,” she whispers, then drags my hand between her legs.

Like an overeager teenager, I happily oblige and bring my fingers to the button of her shorts, undoing them as fast as I can. Sliding my hand in slowly, I hear her breath hitch as I rub the pad of my thumb along the lace of her panties.

“Mmm…Sophie. Are you—”

The ringing doorbell startles me, but I choose to ignore it. Slipping inside her underwear, I slide down her slit, her back arching as soon as I press into her. Her pussy coats my finger, and we moan in anticipation.

“Sweet, sweet Sophie. Jesus, you’re already wet for me.”

The doorbell rings again. Twice.

“I’m going to punch whoever’s at the damn door,” I say, groaning when it rings again.

“You better answer it in case it’s an emergency,” she tells me, and we sit up. I grind my teeth together, annoyed and frustrated that whoever it is has given me severe blue balls.

“Don’t go anywhere,” I tell her with a kiss.

I adjust myself as I walk to the door, ready to curse whoever the hell it is. Once I open it, I’m nearly shocked and rooted to the spot when I see it’s my father.

Motherfucker.

“What are you doing here?” I deadpan.

“We need to talk.”

“It’s really not a good time.” I hold my stance, arms crossed over my chest.

“Make time, Mason. It’s about your case.”

I narrow my eyes. “I thought it was over?”

“It is, but there’s more to it than that. You gonna let me in or not?”

I sigh a deep breath, shrugging and opening the door for him to come inside.

He follows me to the living room where Sophie is sitting, her cheeks still flushed from our hot make-out session.

“Dad, this is Sophie.” I wave my arm as she stands and steps closer. “Sophie, this is my dad,” I tell her slowly, feeling the awkward tension of this situation. Her hair is tousled from messing around, and I’m pretty sure he notices.

“Nice meeting you, Mr. Holt.”

“It’s a pleasure,” my father says, taking her hand in his.

“I’ll leave you two to some privacy,” she rushes out, and I feel awful that he’s cutting into our time.

I walk toward her, reaching out with an apology, but she smiles and shakes her head at me. “It’s okay. I should go to bed anyway.”

I’m not letting my dad make her feel uncomfortable, so I tell him to just give me a minute and walk Sophie to her room.

“Sorry, I have no idea why he’s here,” I say as soon as I close her bedroom door behind us.

“Don’t be. It’s fine. Take your time.” She wraps her arms around my waist as I bend down to kiss her swollen lips.

Blowing out a slow breath, I try to prepare myself for whatever reason he’s here.

An hour later, he finally leaves. and I’m left with a million thoughts. I know I won’t be able to sleep, so I decide to check if Sophie is passed out yet. She left her bedroom lamp on, and whether or not it was for me, I step inside her room and shut the door.