Behind The Mask by Terry Towers Read Free Book Online

return.”
    Her smile turned wicked as she inched her hand up his thigh until she was less than an inch from his groin. He placed his hand over hers, stopping her fingers from reaching their destination. “I mean I want you to come to one of my games.”
    She chewed at her lower lip, not sure if she should spill her little secret or not.
    “What’s that look for?”
    “I’ve been going to all your games since my mother and I moved in.” She shrugged. “I figured you’d tease me or something so I never mentioned it and always sat toward the back of the crowd so you wouldn’t notice me.”
    “Fuck off, you have not.”
    She nodded. “Yes. I have. And I’ve been to all of your college games too. I even skipped my last class a couple weeks ago to attend.”
    His eyes took on a look of wonderment, his mouth dropping. “Why?”
    She shrugged. “’Cause I liked you…”
    His expression took on one of determination and hunger as he opened his car door and got out. He was around to her side of the Jeep and assisting her out, before she even had a chance to realize he’d gotten out.
    “Come on.” He tugged her along behind him, fumbling for the house key as they walked up the cobblestone walkway leading to the front door. He opened the door and as soon as she was across the threshold, he kicked the door closed with the heel of his boot and stalked toward her.
    Grinning, Trina took a step backward for each one he took toward her, undoing a button on her shirt with each footstep. “What do you have in mind?”
    “You’re amazing, Trina.”
    Her cheeks grew warm at the compliment. It had been such a surreal few days, she still couldn’t wrap her mind around what was happening. Finally, after two years, he was hers.
    He continued to walk toward her, unzipping the side of his chest piece and pulling it over his head, tossing it to the floor, leaving his chest covered in a white wife-beater that clung to his beautifully sculpted chest and abdominals. A stirring ignited between her legs and the need for him came to the forefront of her mind, forcing out all thought.
    She stopped backing up when she reached the staircase and allowed him to close the distance between them. With each step he took closer to her, the need to have him touching her increased. By the time he was standing directly in front of her she was a bundle of need.
    Brice kicked off his boots and then began working on the pants. She watched as he pulled open the front of his costume pants and with some effort and assistance from her, he was able to worm his way out of the rubberized pants, leaving him with only his boxer briefs constraining his massive erection.
    “See what I do for you,” he joked, nodding toward the mass of vinyl and rubber at their feet.
    “And I appreciate it.” She fell into his arms, placing a kiss on his chest, and then looked up at him, a coy smile spreading across her lips. “So what can I do for you?”
    “Glad you asked…” Trina yelped as he bent down, slipped one arm under her legs and the other behind her back and hoisted her up and into his arms. He ascended the steps effortlessly, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung tight to him.
    Brice made his way down the hall and nudged his bedroom door open with his shoulder, carrying her into his bedroom. She glanced around his room, which was insanely neat, everything in its place. But before she had much time to investigate she felt herself toppling to the bed, Brice falling with her.
    Squealing and closing her eyes, she tightened her hold on him and braced herself for his full weight to come crashing over her tiny frame, but that didn’t happen. Slowly she opened her eyes to see him smiling down at her, a hand on each side of her head, bracing his weight up. She wiggled under him, her skirt pushing up to her waist in the process, and found he’d settled between her legs, the hardness of his erection pressing against her lace-covered mound.
    The fire and need