𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵 & 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘺

"Of course it is," Payton purred, not letting up her savage exploration of his neck, biting here and there followed by her tongue gliding over the skin. They'd already made canvases out of each other's bodies, why not add some more artwork? It wasn't like anyone would ever assume it was her doing or vice versa. The two were too well-known as enemies of a sort for this to ever be a reality. No one would ever know unless they decided to tell them, and Payton wasn't going to. She'd much rather get second place in an equestrian competition than ever let anyone know that this had happened.

“Jesus, fine. Will you stop fucking yelling at me? Your mouth is foul.” Payton sneered, as though she wasn’t also swearing like a sailor every opportunity she got. Perhaps it all went back to when her mother and father told her that ladies never swore and they had to behave a certain way that made her turn out like this. Maybe they were the reason why she was such a hypocrite; actually there was no confusion or question there.

" SURE . i'll stop yelling at you ... when you give me a god damn reason to stop yellin' at you !! christ , payton . " he is halfway through his reprimand when the book is being hurled in his direction , just barely managing to catch it and bring the old, well-worn journal to his chest . defensively scoffing , he shoots a glare in her direction . " this is NOT ' light reading ' . . . i've been trying to decipher and make sense of this stupid thing since i was a kid . "

IT IRRITATED HER , to a degree , the her body was still as responsive to mikey as ever . each cruelly precise swirl of his tongue , the way the muscle moved with memory and intent , her abdomen burning as sounds of appreciation dripped from her puffed lips like honey off a spoon . her head rolled back , fingers embedding into his hair , twisting sharply as she ground her hips in rhythm with his movements ; falling into the all-too-familiar choreography of his mouth against her . " don't i know it , " she concurs , the purr resounding in her chest and ricocheting of ribs that swelled with each slow , desperate breath , , , ones that gradually increased in speed , in depth , as they grew shallow and almost painful .

"Is that so?" Payton asked, voice lowering as she slowed down her movements, teasing him but also teasing herself infuriatingly. "Is this how you deal with all people who are a pain in your ass?" Up until this very moment, it had never crossed her mind that Mason had any kind of sexual history, not that she thought about that often, but sex and Mason Oakland was not something that seemed to mix. He was always such the nerd or outcast, the weirdo she grew up with. It wasn't like people had been chasing after him all these years.

MASON TIGHTENED HIS JAW , the muscles beneath his stubble flexing as he exhaled a stubborn , bordering on childish , huff from his nostrils . " no . guess this is a special case ... " he trailed , muttering beneath his breath , as if he didn't want to voice it aloud . much like most of the words that left the man's mouth . he sucked in a breath as her mouth found the column of his throat , canines writing scripture against the jugular veins that swelled with his quickening blood flow . that blood , warm and thrumming , showed no hesitation in surging down to his dick ... which she remained , conveniently , sat atop of .

She could have kept hissing back at him, there were plenty of choice statements running through her head, many of which revolved around the fact that he was the freak who was supposed to know everything about this weird shit. And it most definitely was something weird that fell into his jurisdiction. No one normal studied the freakish things he did at such a high volume. General interest maybe, you couldn't help but be curious, right? But Mason took it way too far. "What the fuck?" she whispered, taking a moment before carefully bending back into the cart. She wasn't about to put her feet on the ground any time soon, no thanks. "You just have this shit on you all the time?" The question left her lips the second her hands gripped one of the books he mentioned.

MASON WATCHES HER , half in disbelief and half in boyish amusement , as she contorts and winds her slender form through the rickety golfcart to make grabbing his bag as complicated as possible . growing bored , anxiously impatient , he furrows his brows and noisily huffs , tapping the length of the golf club against his shoulder as if preparing to swing a bat .

She whines once more as he grinds his erection against her core and simultaneously Payton digs her nails into his chest and rolls her hips against him. Two can certainly play that game. Even if it resulted in her frustrating herself just as much as she frustrated Mason. It would be worth it. Dragging her tongue over his skin, Payton sat back up, looking down at him like a queen looking down at her subjects, hips never relenting their grinding against his hard cock. Impressively hard now. As far as every rule in the book went, it was a horrible idea to fuck someone you hated and she had a peculiar thought that fucking Mason was somehow an even worse decision, but it most definitely was the only thought on her mind right now. Plus, it wasn't like they hadn't fucked already, might as well do it when they were mostly sober.

he hated himself a little , for how reactive his dick was to her tantalizing movements — the relentless rolling of perfectly curved hips . it annoyed him even further how good she looked naked ; how she probably knew that too . undoubtedly . mason sucks his teeth , narrowing his eyes as she looked down at him through heavy lids and thick lashes , sliding his tongue along her lower lip .

There was a quick moment when Payton wasn't entirely sure if what she was feeling in her stomach was being horny or nausea but that was figured out quite quickly when his thumb brushed over her clit, her muscles tightening as she whined at the brief touch. She was fucking done for if he tried anything else but there was a large part of her that hoped he did. It would have been complete bullshit if he pulled this and then left her on the edge. Would he do that? Actually, she had no idea. There was an argument to be made for yes and for no depending on how much he hated her that day.

THE WAY HER BREATHING SHIFTED — fuck , he hated the way warmth swelled in his chest from that sound . it made the edges of his vision blur , putting only payton into focus ; lip curled with pearly teeth embedded into the thin flesh , cheeks flushed , eyes , , , concentrated ?? scary . a grunt when payton shifts , unprepared by the sudden drive of her palms into his shoulders , landing on his back as his poor , dehydrated temples burn in protest — like he had just been electrocuted .

As far as drunken nights went that ended up with her in someone else's bed, she had to admit ( only to herself! ) that this was one of the less disappointing ones. She had plenty of regrets with random hookups, but this wasn't one of them, and it came with an extra side of drama which Payton loved. Thrived on it even. The idea of fucking Mason and being able to always have that as something to taunt him with?? It was almost enough to get her wet. Oh, wait... or was that him? She didn't even have time to figure that out before he practically pounced on her like one of those cryptids he was always going on about and she was splayed out on her back underneath him.

HE HUFFS , practically snarling , as she tugs on his hair . mason's scalp buzzes , and the electricity slips down his nape and rides down the length of his spine . it's worsened when her feathering touch decides to invade the space between them and taunt the fragile skin of his shaft . it was embarrassing enough to be in these circumstances , hangover pounding in his temples , desire knotting in his stomach ; let alone have her bare witness to how responsive his length was to her curious probing . the hand closest to her hip settles atop the dip in her curves , thumb pressing curiously against one of the hickeys left just beneath the protruding bone . his touch ventures , exploring , thumb just barely ghosting her clit as it momentarily dips between her thighs ( feeling the heat radiating from there . jesus christ . ) before pressing just beneath her naval to hold her hips in place with a commanding palm .

For a moment, Mikey wasn't entirely sure if Darien would reciprocate or whether she'd slap him in the face and kick him out. The odds of either were pretty even in his experience. Time seemed to freeze until her hands slid under his shirt, warm against his skin, and she finally kissed him back, not holding back and the man was thankful for it. His kiss deepened, hand cupping the back of her neck tighter until she pulled away only to insult him some more. But he hardly cares or even registers it, grinning as she lifts his shirt and he helps throw it to the floor. The tank hadn't done much in the way of covering his chest, but the night was still oppressively warm and remaining cool had been the point of it.

"Depends on how hot they are." Payton shrugged, not at all ashamed. If you hated someone that much, that meant there was passion somewhere behind that and no one fucked better than someone who had something to prove. In this case, it was proving their hate, but she would take that, especially if it resulted in her getting off on it. But she didn't feel the need to get into that with Mason of all people, he already judged her enough as it was. Unfairly, she should point out. She'd never done anything wrong in her life and just because her family was privileged did not mean he could act like he was better than her all of the time - insane that she was still having those thoughts as she sat completely naked on his bed post coital. As far as she could remember.

THE MOMENT THE COVERS WERE TORN AWAY , MASON HADN'T PROCESSED HER ACTIONS FAST ENOUGH — he was easily exposed , no fuss made simply because he hadn't had time to make one . brown eyes snap back to her , hating the way his pulse elevated noticing she was staring at him . like she were filing each inch of him — literally — to memory so she could torture him with the information later . he was , , , sizable , he thought . no one in the past had complained !!

He placed the cup of whiskey down on the counter next to her, not missing the way her touch on his shift was enough to send a flash of fire through his veins. It had been a herculean feat over the past few months not to think about what he was missing, the feeling of her hands on him in whatever way - it didn't matter what. He would have begged for any of it. "I didn't." Mikey didn't mind admitting that. With Darien, nothing was ever guaranteed except for her unpredictable nature. One minute, you felt secure in what you had, the next everything would be up in the air. It was frustrating but exhilarating all at the same time. And tonight, the man had felt like being unpredictable.

DARIEN SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED IT . predicted it . the moment she had opened the door , stepped aside to permit him to cross the threshold like he were some kind of fuckin' vampire . but she hadn't stopped it , she hadn't even tried , and now she was facing the consequences in the form of a stubborn head and , arguably , an even more stubborn heart . her breath didn't even shift when he kissed her , and while she didn't return it at first — she didn't fight it , either .

"Bothered by it? I've had weirder dreams than this." She shrugged, sitting up more now to try and take stock of just how many bruises her mind had created on her skin, but the longer she stared at it all, the more she was remembering. It was still blurry, there had been plenty of drinks passed around and she remembered an argument with Mason, one where they got into a car together? An Uber maybe? But the argument hadn't ended with either of them leaving the car alone. And, like magic, it clicked. "Fuck." The blonde whispered, looking around surreptitiously like there would be a bright pink elephant or something outrageous to signal she was hallucinating.

MASON BARKS A LAUGH , the sound short and clipped with a lack of amusement and the weight , instead , of disbelief . " right , " he drawls , not believing her , rubbing at the hinge of his jaw and wincing . his ears prick at the sound she makes when she moves , spine stiffening against the rickety wood of his headboard ( because , as he had deduced , they had ended up back at his . ) . he glances at her in his peripheral , noticing the way azures were transfixed on his chest , looking down only to see he , too , had been marked . torn . angry red ribbons curling along muscle and canine-pricked flesh .

Mikey didn't even try to stop himself from rolling his eyes as her claim at being fine. She'd almost fainted from heatstroke because she was too fucking stubborn to call him to fix the damn AC. Her being fine was never actually on the table but he'd take breathing and not running away from him. That was a step in the right direction. He stood a few feet away, giving her space as she pushed herself up onto the counter and as she took a sip of her whiskey, there was no doubt in his mind that was what the cup had in it, he walked slowly towards her until he was towering over her form. She looked so much smaller like this, just as powerful as always, but not so intimidating.

DARIEN'S CHIN ROSE AS HE NEARED TO TRACK HIS EYES , somehow still managing to be dwarfed by his height even with the added inches being sat atop the counter provided . she , too , said nothing as he made himself a home between velveteen legs — which parted for him far more compliantly than they should have — and she leaned back against the wall to replenish some of the distance . the notes of honey still clung to her tongue , and she glossed her pout in the syrupy aftertaste by sliding the tip of the pink muscle along her lower lip .

It was almost offensive that he had to check whether or not he was blushing, at this point, if she put him next to a fire truck, he'd blend in. Payton was content just lazing on the bed, watching him deal with accepting or rejecting whatever had happened, and she was blissfully in the realm of denial still. As far as she was concerned, they were both still asleep and she could do whatever she wanted right now. The only time reality would come crashing back down was as soon as she left the room. So, for now, she was going to have a little fun with it.

SOMETHING IN HER EYES THROWS HIM OFF KILTER , not that he was ever on it but , , , he had tried to find some semblance of control , understanding , in circumstances he couldn't fully wrap his head around . he frowned at her statement , eyes still trained on the rounds of her chest and the varying marks that tainted her skin . " you're not the least bit bothered by this ?? " he asked , and it was laced with enough sincerity to almost come off as genuine — wondering how she actually felt about the circumstances they had ended up in , , , because , well , mason was a man and payton , much to his annoyance , was a very , very pretty girl ; he wasn't as upset about this as he should be .