Haru’s Love (A Stepbrothers BL Harem) - Chapter 59

For the third time since I got into the bathroom, I rubbed the back of my hand against my lips.

Stupid Noah! What the heck did he think he was doing, kissing me like that? Good luck kiss, my ass!

I gave my lips another hard rub to clean away his scent that had been stirring me deep inside since he had planted his lips on mine. I couldn’t believe I had obediently followed his order when he ushered me to him. I should have turned back and walked away once I had retrieved Aki from his room.

Why had I gullibly allowed him to kiss me? I had no damn clue. His dark gaze back then, though, it had been hypnotizing, and it had affected me. I had felt hot and weak. It had been like when Aiden seduced me, and I couldn’t control my responses.

I sighed. Noah had been nice this morning. Too damn nice for my liking, in fact. Although I admit I did hope his good mood would stick for the rest of the week, which would be nice.

After showering and putting on a pair of jeans and hoodie, I headed out the door to start moving away the boxes that had yet to be unpacked so there’d be room for my new bed and other furniture.

The doorbell rang exactly at ten, and suddenly there was a hype of activity with men bringing in large furniture one after another. Reo, Isaac, and I directed them to where each should be placed, and by twelve, the delivery men were gone, leaving our apartment unit packed with new furnishings.

Reo, Isaac, and I had Chinese takeout for lunch, and afterward, we began arranging the living area: bar stools along the countertop, the ten-seat dining table to the left corner where it had a great view of the city, and the L-shaped sofa, along with two arm chairs, were placed to the right side of the room where it faced the wall, where our massive television set was mounted. I was just bringing out the vacuum when Mason came in through the door.

“Tadaima,” he said.

“Okaeri,” I said. “I’m in here.”

Mason appeared, and the moment he saw the room, he chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “Oh, wow! Awesome. Our place looks great.”

“Right?” I said.

He came to wrap his arm around my shoulders, his face inches from mine. “Have you had lunch yet?”

I nodded. “You?”

He shook his head.

“We have leftovers in the fridge,” I said.

“Okay,” he said. “Where’s Isaac and Reo?”

“Upstairs. They’re starting on the beds.”

Mason nodded. “Cool,” he said. He left me and went to drop his bag on the new sofa, then he headed into the kitchen, searching for food.

I got started on vacuuming the floor, making sure it was super neat, since it was our new apartment. When I was done, I was about to put the vacuum away and then go upstairs to help Reo and Isaac when Mason called out to me.

“Come here.”

Leaving the vacuum there in the corner of the room, I went over, wondering what Mason wanted.

“Sit down,” he said, indicating the bar stool opposite where he stood on the other side of the countertop.

I plopped myself on the comfy seat and asked, “What’s up?”

“It’s boring eating by myself,” he said. “Sit there and entertain me.”

I cocked my head to one side. “Okay, but not for too long since we have heaps to do.”

He chuckled. “Sure.”

He began eating the Chinese leftovers, putting a forkful of fried rice into his mouth. Damn, I thought, even just eating Mason managed to look real graceful. Girls must be killing each other just to date him. Then again, I hadn’t seen Mason bring any girl home to introduce to us brothers. Maybe he hadn’t met the one he fell in love with yet.

“Just wondering,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. “You don’t seem to talk about your girlfriend.” I felt my cheeks burning hot at that stupid comment.

Mason looked at me, his eyes twinkling. Fuck, but he was gorgeous.

“That’s because I don’t have a girlfriend.”

I licked my lips. “Sorry, I mean…what I mean to say is you never talk about girls or, erm, bring them home.”

He popped another forkful of fried rice into his mouth. He was chewing for a bit and then swallowed. Finally, he said, “That’s because I don’t find them interesting.”

“But you have had girlfriends before, right?” I asked. “Like Aiden and Noah and Reo?”

Mason put his fork down and then rested his chin on his hand, his elbow on the countertop, as he gazed deep into my eyes. He smiled as he said, “I have my flings now and again. I see you’re interested in my love life?”

“I’m just curious, that’s all,” I said, chuckling. “Must be troublesome to have girls chasing after you all the time, eh?”

“Very troublesome,” he said. He picked up the fork again and scooped some more fried rice. He lifted it up, but instead of putting the fork to his mouth, he moved it toward me. “Open your mouth.”

His gaze was hot and intense, and oddly enough, I felt my stomach fluttering. Mindlessly, I obediently opened my mouth, and Mason fed me.

I felt my cheeks flushing hot as I chewed. Fuck, I felt like a kid being fed.

“Nice?” he asked.

I mutely nodded.

“Ah-hum!” It was Isaac’s voice from the door. “You two lovebirds over there, stop flirting and come help me and Reo with the beds, please.”

After swallowing the food, I muttered, “We’re not flirting, idiot.”

Mason simply smiled. He reached over and ruffled my hair. “I’ll be up in a minute. I’ll just finish this.”

I got down from my seat. “’Kay.”

We did Reo’s bed first and then Isaac’s, since he couldn’t wait to set up his room. Then we did mine, followed by Mason’s, and then Aiden’s and Noah’s. By the time we were done, I was pretty much beat. Arranging furniture and fixing up beds and making them was more exhausting that I had thought.

My room now looked awesome with a new bed positioned to one side of the room, my study area on the other, and a leisure spot in the middle, I collapsed onto the bed, facedown. Damn, but the mattress was so soft, and I just wanted to lay there for hours.

“Hello?”

I turned my head to see Mason leaning his athletic build against the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest as he eyed me in amusement.

“Hello,” I replied. I turned myself over to lay on my back as I said, “The mattress is awesome.” I spread myself out and did a star with my arms and legs. “Ah, I’m a star.”

“You are indeed,” Mason said, chuckling. He peeled himself away from the doorframe, and a moment later, he was on the bed and lying beside me.

“Well?” I asked.

“Mm-hmm.” He nodded his head. “Real nice.” He turned on his side and rested his head on his hand as he looked at me.

Feeling a little awkward, since his stare was just too intense for my liking, I said, “What?”

“You’re sensitive,” he said, smiling mischievously, “to my…”

I widened my eyes, and suddenly, excitement rushed through me. I made my move to get away by rolling over, but I didn’t get far. Mason caught me, his arms around my middle and pulling me to him.

I laughed and begged, “Please don’t. No!”

Mason had already had the hem of my sweater up my torso, his hands on my skin, tickling me. I writhed under him, laughing my head off and at the same time begging him to please stop.

But of course, we both knew this child-play wasn’t going to stop any time soon, and I relished it. Mason, too, I bet as he was laughing so happily.

His body was intimately close against mine, on top of me, pinning me under him on the bed as he continued to tease me, which made me go a bit crazy. I laughed so hard that tears were brewing in my eyes. Suddenly, I felt Mason stop, and he just kind of gazed down at me, his eyes dark.

“Mason?” I asked. “Are we stopping?”

He shook his head. “No,” he said. “We’re not stopping yet.” He roughly pulled my sweater up until the hem rested around my chest, and then he began torturing me again, his hands everywhere on my upper body, touching and tickling me. I burst out laughing again, feeling just so damn good and happy.

I felt Mason’s hand on my nipple, teasing it, and I shivered as I laughed, my side hurting from the mirth. I continued to writhe under him when I felt Mason’s face on the side of my neck, his breath hot on my skin and his lips on my flesh. Then it happened. He bit me, hard, and I shrieked between my laughter. My body tensed and then squirmed under him.

I tapped on his broad shoulder to let me go, but he wouldn’t and only tightened his hold on me.

I felt his tongue on my flesh, and then he was sucking me, and I groaned deep in my throat.

What was happening? Why was Mason biting me?

My head spun and my body shuddered when Mason squeezed my nipple between his finger and thumb at the same time he was sucking at my flesh about my neck.

Breathless, I said, my voice barely above a whisper, “Mason! Mason! You’re hurting me.”

I felt him freeze for a moment, and then he lifted his head. When I saw his face, my breath caught at the back of my throat. He looked dark, and his eyes were hot on me.

He licked his lips and said, “Did I hurt you?”

I nodded, touching my hand to my neck. “You bit me.”

He touched my face and gently nudged me to turn to the side, which I did. He stared long and hard at my neck, and instead of looking apologetic, he wore a satisfied expression on his face.

“It’ll bruise,” he said.

“Is it that bad?” I asked.

He nodded. “On your pale skin, yes.” He chuckled.

I pouted. “Look a little sorry, will you? It hurt, you know.”

“And Aiden giving you a hickey doesn’t hurt?” he asked.

Huh? Why did I have the nagging feeling Mason sounded pissed?

“That hurt, too,” I said. “And I’d usually give him one back so that we’d be even.”

Mason leaned down closer to me, on top of me. He was resting his weight on his forearms, leaning on the bed. He said, “Then you’re welcome to bite me back, so that we’re even.”

I didn’t know why but I said, “You suggested it.” I lifted my head toward him, and with my mouth open, I planted my lips on the side of his neck. Taking in a deep breath, I sank my teeth into his flesh, biting him, hard.

I heard him groan deep from within his throat, followed by the word, “Fuck!”

I felt damn satisfied when I finally let go. However, when I saw I had left him quite a bit of teeth marks on his skin, I felt a little guilty just as suddenly and moved in again, my tongue sticking out. I licked the wound I had inflicted on him with my tongue like a cat. Moving back, I said, “Sorry.”

Mason sucked in his breath. His voice deep and hoarse, he said, his eyes intense on me, “You really know how to drive a man crazy, don’t you?”

I tilted my head to one side. “Huh?”

I didn’t expect what was about to happen next to happen. In a flash, Mason’s lips were on mine and his tongue was in my mouth as he pressed himself hard on me, his thigh between my legs, pressing on my penis, which to my dismay, was getting hard.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Mason was rough and demanding as he kissed me, his lips locked against mine while his tongue stroked and intertwined with mine, lapping me up like a starved beast.

I groaned, my body squirming under him. When he finally moved back, I was breathless and dazed.

Staring up at him, I said weakly, “Mason?”

He stared at me for moment and then moved back, leaving me feeling cold and empty. And fucking confused.

He ran his fingers through his gold-blond hair as he said, his back to me, “Sorry, I went a bit too far with my joke.” Then he got up from the bed and left the room, leaving me to just lay there, staring at the closed door.

Just what the fuck?

I sat up, confused and…

Fuck! First it was Noah, and now it was Mason?

My heart was still racing when there was a knock at the door. “Haru?”

It was Isaac, and I took in a deep breath to calm myself.

The door opened, and Isaac popped his head in. “Wanna check out my room?”

I nodded.. “Mm-hmm.”