Carter Brothers: Mason

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Katy awakes in a state of disorientation and confusion. Looking around she finds herself in a completely different bedroom than the one she's been in the past few days. Memories of yesterday night filter back in but there's still a hole at the memory how exactly she ended up in this bed. To ease that slight wave of panic, Katy quickly pats down her body, noting in relief that she's still clothed and nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. So if she didn't stumble into bed herself then that would mean...Mason tucked her in. Her breath catches as she imagines Mason lifting her princess style in that romantic novel sort of way and softly placing her in the luscious bed. Well, actually the more accurate image would be him struggling to the door before very quickly dumping her body on the bed. Although clearly he's a very athletic man, she doubts even he can easily lift her. 

Speaking of whom...She glances around for signs of the space next to her having been occupied, but with the sheets still smooth over that half of the bed, she's doubtful he was ever there to begin with. Her heart melts a little at that. That can't be right, guys just aren't that chivalrous and sweet, at least not in the real world.

Katy stretches her arms and clicked her back, before frowning. The waistcoat, as soft as it is against her skin, is too constricting. She wishes she'd have taken it off before sleeping because now she has kinks in her back but there's nothing to be done about that now. Rather a few muscle kinks than bruises. It doesn't mean though that she can't do anything about it now. She tugs off the buttons and tosses it aside, allowing her chest to finally sigh in relief. Her breasts felt much more free, just being enclosed in a cotton bra and not squished flat anymore.

Now though, there's a different problem. She can't exactly strut around in just her bra looking like an eyesore.

She glances around the room again, spotting the chest of drawers with delight. Against her better judgement Katy, pokes through each one, until finding the one with folded t-shirts. Picking up a royal blue one she slips it on, hoping Mason won't mind. The t-shirt's far too wide at her shoulders, the neckline drooping over one of her shoulders and revealing her bra strap, however it's either that or allowing a deep v to sag at her chest and this seems like the more modest option. The bottom half of the t-shirt's not that much better, as it hangs loose at her waist before tightening sharply around her hips. It's another restriction but a better one than her chest.

Tip-toeing quietly out of the bedroom she scans around the open plan living room, to spot the rumpled couch with a blanklet tossed haphazardly over it. She peers around again, spotting Mason leant over a frying pan. There's a quiet sizzling, but with Mason's bare muscled back blocks her view of the contents of the pan. Then again, the view just as great as it is. Subconsciously Katy's eyes trace the deep line running all the way down his back to those low-riding, pyjama trousers that showcase the dimples of his lower back and skim his ass. She's pretty sure too that she can see the outline of-
"Katy!"
Katy jumps in surprise, snapping her eyes up to his dark blue eyes and trying to cease the guilty blush.
"...Um, good morning," she shyly replies. 

Mason has his own battle trying to suppress the smug smirk he feels coming on from catching his little mate blatantly checking him out. The light pink tint at her cheeks is far too adorable and that alone ceases him from teasing her about it.
Its only seconds later he realises the t-shirt she has on is his. And if it's just the most enticing thing he's seen on her yet! The light-pink lace strap of her bra is such a stark contrast to her dark skin and there it glints at him, teasing him mercilessly. He's left to his own imagination to picture how the rest of the damned contraption looks like pressed against its owner.
Shit, that's definitely not helping the morning wood. Thank God for the bagginess of his trousers.