Chapter Fifteen

                                    

                                          
DEDICATED TO ANIMALLOVER14 FOR REMINDING ME THAT I'M SLOW WITH MY OTHER SOTRIES. THANK HER FOR THIS CHAPTER!
                          
Charlotte POV
                          
I hated this. He was always teasing me, pushing me to my limit as far as resisting him goes. I wanted him to just pick a side already. Did he want me or not? I didn’t even care about the answer anymore. I just wanted to know for sure already. Cris didn’t have my problem. She’d take anything Mason was willing to give. And now she was using my body for it.
                          
Don’t you ever get tired of this? Don’t you want him to just stop? Why are you even doing this?, my words might have been calm but I was anything but. I was fighting to get back control of myself. This was going too far. I didn’t want my first time to be with Mason when he just wanted to assert his possession or whatever of me. I didn’t want us to make a horrible mistake just because he was jealous.
                          
We love him, was all Cris would say about it. She had both her hands on him, touching him constantly and making him moan. I still fought her tooth and nail but she was too determined. She wanted this. She wanted to give him our all. He put his hands to work, taking off our shirt almost immediately. Cool air greeted our heated skin almost instantly. She didn’t care. Her only response was to shiver and arch into his waiting hands. I almost growled in protest. I didn’t want his hands on us. He didn’t have the right. Cris obviously didn’t agree, if her greedy whimpers had anything to say in the matter. His hands were hot, scorching against our skin. We were hypersensitive to him and even though I knew that I didn’t want this, I was quickly forgetting it. It just felt too good to stop. He tugged on the front hook of our bra, trying to get it off. He couldn’t. At least not alone because it was broken. Has been for almost the whole time I’ve had it.
                          
You just had to put this on this morning, didn’t you?, Cris told me sourly. I didn’t answer. How could I? I didn’t even have this in mind when I put it on the morning. If I had, well, maybe I would’ve put it on anyway to sabotage Mason’s attempts at mounting us. The idea certainly had merit. But I couldn’t take the credit for foiling Mason’s plan. I had no idea his jealousy was going to take this form. While I was off in lala land, Cris started to help him with our tricky situation. She gently pulled his hands from the hook and put our own down to undo it ourselves. We knew the trick to it so it was easy. Damn it to the evil-ass goddess. I estimated about half a minute before we got in too deep. About half a minute to stop this and prevent the biggest mistake we’d ever make in our lives. But it was so hard. There was a haze of pleasure that was hard to get through without swooning and offering myself to him anyway. I wanted him so badly.
                          
He doesn’t love us, I told Cris desperately. She didn’t answer but she did stop pulling on his shorts. They stayed a little above his hips. He didn’t really notice. He was too busy nipping at our neck. We moaned and he shot us a grin. He trailed little butterfly kisses to our breasts and sucked on the pink skin. We moaned.
                          
But we love him, she said desperately.
                          
I'm not sure that's enough for me Cris, I said quietly. She sighed and pushed against Mason.
                          
“Get off me” she mumbled. He looked confused.
                          
“What?” he panted. We didn't bother telling him twice. We just pushed with all our might against Mason's chest and he rolled off with an 'Oomph!'. We sat up.
                          
I'm sorry for that. I wasn't thinking straight, Cris told me, going back to where she belonged. I took a huge breath, so happy that I did it and not Cris. I hated to not be in control of my body. It was weird. Mason rubbed his head in pain.
                          
“What was that for?” he whined. I was tempted to hit him again.
                          
“Because I wasn't willing, you insufferable moron!” I said.