“Red alert, red alert!” Scarlett mouths when I glance in her direction about half an hour later.

The guy, AJ, who joined us at our table, is actually decent. He’s friendly, and hot, and super nice. I’m actually quite enjoying his company. So much so, I forgot I was trying to make Mason jealous until a few minutes ago, when I was reminded of the purpose. So, I turned up the heat, putting a hand on AJ’s leg, leaning in when I talked, laughing extra loud, you know the drill.

I turn at Scarlett’s words and see Mason stalking over to the table. My heart kicks up a gear and I watch as he approaches, mouth dry, not really sure what to do. I hope poor AJ doesn’t get in trouble for this, because he’s honestly not doing anything wrong, poor guy. Mason stops at the table, lip curled, muscles bulging from that sexy black shirt he’s wearing, eyes icy on AJ.

“Get up.”

AJ looks up at him, and his eyes widen. “Sorry, bro, am I doing something wrong here?”

“Yeah, the woman you’re touchin’, ain’t yours to touch.”

AJ looks to me, then back to Mason, then back to me. “You’re with him?”

I snort. “No, I am not.”

“She is,” Mason points out.

“Not,” I add.

“Fuckin’ is. Now stand up and get the fuck away from her before I make you.”

AJ moves quickly. I can’t say I blame him, I wouldn’t take on Mason, either. God knows he’d probably knock him down in a split second. “Sorry, man,” AJ says and then disappears.

“That was rude,” I snap.

Mason doesn’t hesitate. “Stand up.”

“Um, no.”

“Fuckin’ now, Saskia.”

“I beg your pardon but I’m not here to—”

He leans down, grabs hold of me, launches me out of the chair and, before I know it, I’m over his shoulder and he’s striding, literally striding, out of the bar with me. People are clapping and hooting, but it’s Chantelle’s voice I hear the loudest. “Ha, I knew it!”

Bitch.

She totally called it.

Mason storms out of the bar, me hanging over his shoulder, ass no doubt on display.

“Mason,” I croak when we get outside, slapping his back with my open hands. “I’m freakin’ showing my ass to everyone. Put me down.”

He reaches back, big hand splayed, and slaps my ass so hard I squeal.

“Put me down, you giant ape!”

“Shut your mouth, or I’ll give you something to shut it with.”

“You did not just tell me to—”

He throws me down, keeping me on my feet with one hand, and before I know what’s happening I’m being backed into a brick wall, his big body pressing against mine, pinning me in, trapping me. My breath hitches and I look up at him through my lashes, lips parted, not really sure what I’m supposed to say or do.

“First thing,” he growls. “Do not ever try and make me jealous. I don’t deal with jealousy. It’ll only end in you gettin’ fucked really really hard by me when I’m pissed, which isn’t always good.”

Mmmm.

Good lord.

“Second thing.” He reaches down, taking the hem of my dress and pulling it up slowly, fingers grazing my skin as he does. “I’m touchin’ you, no other man is touchin’ you.”

“Seriously? You were fucking Petra and—”

“I’m not fuckin’ done talkin’,” he cuts me off with a whip of his voice.

His fingers keep moving my dress up until it is around my waist. Then they travel back down and he starts playing with my panties, moving them back and forth over my pussy. I gasp, because it feels good. So fucking good.

“I’m not fucking Petra anymore. Didn’t invite her into my house today. Didn’t fuck her. Right now, I’m fuckin’ you. I’m not a player. I’m not a pile of shit. I don’t use women.”

Oh, boy.

“And fuckin’ thirdly,” he growls, dipping his finger beneath my panties and finding my pussy, wet and aching for him. “I don’t like women who run out on me, instead of talkin’ to me. You got a problem, you open your mouth and talk. Understand me?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Good,” he growls, spreading my legs a little and thrusting a finger inside me. I gasp and moan, clutching his jacket. “I’m goin’ to fuck you now, and you’re goin’ to walk back inside there with my cum dripping out of you, so I know no other fuckin’ man is goin’ anywhere near you tonight.”

Good lord.

His possession is hot. So incredibly fucking hot.

I don’t get a chance to say anything more because he moves his fingers from my pussy and fumbles around with his jeans, then my leg is around his hip, his fingers are gripping my ass, and his cock is sliding into me. I whimper at the invasion of the hard length I’m coming to love so much. It feels incredible, so fucking good.

And there, against the wall. He fucks me.

Raw and primal.

Angry and passionate.

He fucks me in a way I’ve not been fucked before, and it feels incredible.

So fucking good.