But I should have known that Mason Connor would mess up my plan.
Well, sweetheart. There is no way in hell I’m deleting this photo.
Shit.
I only had two options. I could break into his house, steal his phone, and delete the photo myself, or I could pretend it never happened.
I had a feeling that I was going to regret my opposition to burglary.
Mason
I smiled down at my phone before tucking it into my pocket.
Staci fucking Johnson.
I knew she was hot, but I had no idea she had a body like that beneath her clothes. She really wasn’t my type either. She was covered in tattoos, her hair was jet black, and her eyes looked like they held more secrets than any one girl should.
But fuck, she was beautiful.
And my dick had been hard as a rock ever since she sent me that picture.
“What are you smiling at?”
I looked up at my best friend, Parker, who I had practically forgotten was sitting across from me before I adjusted my jeans. He took a sip of his beer and narrowed his eyes at me.
“Are you in love?” The words sounded so weird coming out of his mouth.
“What?” I practically choked on my beer. “Hell no. I’m not pussy whipped like you.”
It was a low blow, but he was in fact pussy whipped. There was no denying it.
“I’m not ashamed of it.” He grinned. “Livy does this thing…”
I held my hand in the air to cut him off. “I swear to God, dude. I know I told you that I was okay with you dating my sister, but I do not want to hear about it.” I shuddered and threw back my beer.
“So, you don’t want to hear about what she did while I was driving last night?”
“Do you want to die?” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“I was being safe. Ten and two.” He held his hands out in front of him to show me his safe driving techniques, and I threw a chip at his head.
“What was that for?” He rubbed his forehead with a shit eating grin on his face.
“Stop talking about my sister like that. Talk to Brandon if you need someone to share with.” I looked around the sports bar as I usually would, but not one woman caught my eye. Because Staci had put some sort of voodoo over me. Titty voodoo.
“I’m just busting your balls. Who was the girl on the phone?”
“How do you know it was a girl?” I cocked an eyebrow.
“It’s always a girl.” He rolled his eyes. “Anyone I know?”
I could have been honest. I mean that man was fucking my sister, but for some reason, I didn’t want him to know about Staci. She was his employee and his girlfriend’s best friend. My sister’s best friend.
It wasn’t that he would care. He would be completely fucked in the head if he did, but there was just something about having this little secret with Staci that felt exciting.
She was crazy if she actually thought I would delete that photo. Just thinking about it now made my dick stir in my pants.
I had been with a lot of women, too many to count really, but I had never seen a woman as sexy as Staci. How had I not realized it until now?
I had been thinking about her ever since she accidentally sent me that photo. At least she claimed it was an accident. All I knew was that it was hot as hell, and I couldn’t stop replaying the image over and over in my head.
I thought about it when I was in the shower with my dick in my hand. I thought about it when I was on a date with that chick the other night. What was her name? Fuck. I don’t know.
I kept wanting to call her Staci.
I couldn’t even bring myself to get laid because all I could think about was Staci.
It was fucking pathetic.
And it was the only thing I could think about as she walked into the bar with my sister. A pair of skintight jeans wrapped around her, but they barely covered any skin through all the rips and tears. Hell, her skin looked so soft underneath.
I wanted to taste every inch of it with my tongue.
It was the thought that was probably running through every guy in the bar’s mind as their eyes tracked her as she walked by.
I had the irrational urge to slam their heads into the tables in front of them.
But Staci wasn’t my type. She gave off a “Don’t fuck with me” vibe with her full sleeves of tattoos, the glimmer of mischief in her eyes, and the sassy attitude she had in spades. I was usually into girls who were much more open in the fuck with me category. I didn’t enjoy the chase, and I sure as hell didn’t have time to work for it.
Easy, no strings attached fucking.
Staci wasn’t easy. She was a wildfire. Fierce and destructive.
I had watched many men pine over her over the years that I had known her, and I had watched each one of them fall flat on their face. Staci didn’t date. At least, I never saw her with anyone.
I had never even seen a flicker of interest.
She and my sister hopped on stools at our table, and Staci sat down right next to me. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and her scent hit me. It wasn’t the normal flowery perfumes that I was used to. I didn’t know how to explain it. She somehow smelled like a hit of fresh air with a bite of something more. Something intoxicating.
Her emerald eyes met mine, and for the first time since I had known her, I saw momentary panic flash before me.
And I ate that shit up.
“Hey, Staci.” I smiled around my beer.
“Hey, Mason.” Her words were rushed, and she quickly looked away from me to grab the attention of the waitress.
“Two shots of tequila, please, and keep them coming.”
“Stressful week?”
Her eyes snapped up to mine and narrowed slightly.
“Something like that.”
She spent most of her time ignoring me. Talking to my sister, talking shit to Parker, and downing her tequila shots. But every few minutes, I would catch her eyes on me if only for a moment.
I watched her red lips as they opened to down the shot of liquor, and I stalked her tongue as it caught the moisture on her lips.
“Mason, how’s work going?” My sister’s voice pulled my attention away from Staci for what seemed like the first time that night.
“Busy. We have a bunch of projects coming up.” I took another sip of my beer.
“I drove by that house you’ve been building on Martin Street. It’s insane.”
I smiled at my sister. She was right. The house was insane. It was probably one of my favorite projects we had ever done, and it made me proud as hell to have a Connor Construction sign standing firm in the front yard.
“It’s pretty cool, huh? You should see the inside.”
“Can I?” She looked up at me with her puppy dog eyes that managed to get anything she ever wanted from me her entire life.
“Yeah. Call me one day next week, and I’ll show you.”
“Awesomesauce.” She grinned.
“Did you really just say awesomesauce?” I shook my head at her.
“Yes. What’s wrong with awesomesauce? Staci and I say it all the time.” She looked to Staci for support.
“I’m not too sure that helps your case.”
Staci’s eyes quickly turned to mine and a chill ran through me at the spark I saw there. “And why not?”
“Because you’re her best friend. You’re like two crazy peas in a pod,” Parker spoke up beside me.