Page 47 of Yours To Hold
ChapterThirteen
MASON
Dinner. Check.
Drinks. Check.
Condoms—just in case. Check.
Everything is perfect for tonight. Our options are limited with Ivy not wanting Gemma to find out about this thing between us. It pretty much guarantees her place or mine.
Because we can’t go anywhere in Dixon. Those old hens would have the gossip mill running before we even got out of the truck.
Fucking small towns. Love ’em and hate ’em.
The doorbell rings throughout the house. A swarm of nerves swoops into my belly. Fuck. I can’t remember the last time I was nervous to go out with a girl.
Maybe it’s because of Willow and never wanting anything serious when she was little. Ivy was dead set on this being a summer fling.
Which is fine.
I don’t want anything serious. Serious brings complications into my life that I’m not looking for.
Willow is my priority. Always has been, always will be.
Sucking in a breath, I swing open the door.
Fuck.
Summer fling.
It’s really hard to remember that when Ivy is looking sexy as sin. A black top hangs off her shoulders, her cleavage on full display. Her nose ring glints in the porch light. And those jeans? Fuck.
She looks like a walking wet dream.
One I wouldn’t mind becoming a reality.
“You going to stand there staring at me all night, or let me in?” A smirk plays on the corner of her lips.
Stepping aside, I let her in. Not before stopping her with a hand to her stomach.
Fuck. She even smells delicious. That woodsy scent goes straight to my cock, making him stand up and take notice.
“You look fucking gorgeous, Ivy,” I whisper into her ear.
A soft whimper escapes her lips.
Oh yeah. Those condoms will definitely come in handy tonight.
Ivy tilts her head up. I don’t miss the shameless way her eyes rake over me. “Looking pretty good yourself, Mason.”
I smile down at her. Nothing about what I put on tonight is over-the-top. It’s just not who I am.
I’m a simple guy. So I went with a simple white tee and jeans.
But it’s the tee that shows off all my muscles.
She breaks free of my hold and walks into the kitchen. Her heels click on the floor. Every bit of this woman is delectable. I want her wrapped around me in nothing but those heels.
