The Good Girls Bad Boy| 16

Michelle's POV

"Get to work love birds, if you don't complete this task then I'll make the both of you jog up and down that mountain." He winked venomously before pivoting on his heels and sauntering away from us both.

"Oh hell no!" Mason cried in frustration as he placed his face in his hands, mumbling incoherent words under his breath.

"My mom always does this, I don't even know how to clean fish," I whined as I sauntered towards the basket that had the most horrific sour stench that has ever been greeted to my nostrils.

"You're worried about never cleaning fish!? We don't even have gloves!" He exclaimed in exasperation once again. I took in his horrified expression once more before giving in and bursting into a fit of laughter.

I don't know why I find this amusing but it just is.

"What's so funny doll face?"

I shook my head lightly and sat down on one of the logs. "Stop acting like a bitch Mason, it's just fish." I snickered softly.

He stared at me quizzically for a second before muttering another round of incoherent words under his breath. "This is bullshit," he mumbled as he lowered himself down beside me.

"Who says we have to clean the fish?" I asked as a malicious smile slid against my lips as I faced him. "What's going on in that cute head of yours doll face?"

"Let's go for a swim." I smiled sweetly. Quickly something flashed through his eyes but he quickly covered it up with a light snigger.

"Skinny dipping?" He grinned, I snickered lightly and shoved at his chest playfully. "No asswipe, let's just go for a swim."

He appeared hurt by my insult as he dramatically draped his hand over his chest and scoffed rather extensively. "If I was an asswipe I'd be wiping that a–"

I scrunched up my face in disgust, preparing to cover my ears but his loud laugh sent me into a frenzy of laughter. "You have no filters Mason," I mumbled quietly.

I pulled off my shirt and didn't miss the shocked expression on Mason's face when his eyes landed on my chest.

I mean it's covered with a bra but oh well.

"Damn, doll face," he howled lowly as his piercing gaze found its way onto mine, I couldn't hide the heat rushing up to my cheeks as he kept his gaze intact with mine.

"Maybe this is a bad idea." I murmured nervously. He appeared a bit taken aback for a moment as he leaped forward excitedly and snatched my hands in his grasp rather frantically.

"No, no this is a great idea." He smiled, nodding his head vigorously. He hopped off the log then quickly pulled his shirt over his head, giving me a good view of his defined abs.

Damn, Mason.

I didn't even realize when he pulled his pants down, only to be left in his Calvin Klein boxers that hung loosely under his v-shaped torso.

I ran my fingers down the line of my jaw to see if I was drooling and let out a breath of relief when I realized I wasn't. He looks like a snack, you can't blame a girl for that. "You coming or not?" He chuckled with outstretched hands.

I took his hands in mine and let my feet sink in the sand as etched closer towards the water. "Aren't you going to take off your pants?" He arched one of his eyebrows as he stared down at me quizzically.

With a smirk I slid my pants off of me, leaving me in my Victoria secrets laced pantie. Crap! I didn't remember I was wearing laced panties! "Wow," he mumbled in awe as he bit down onto his lower lip and allowed his cat-eyed gaze to trail up and down my body with the hungriest gaze I've ever encountered in a while. I coughed nervously and snapped my head away from him

"You look hot!" He smiled as his eyes interlocked with mine. "I mean beautiful. . .You look beautiful." He chuckled as he nervously scratched the nape of his neck.

I bit down on the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from cracking a smile. He suddenly intertwined his hands with mine and pulled my flustered body into the surprisingly warm water with him.

He immediately let go of my hand and dived under the water only to resurface seconds later. "Are you just going to stay there and watch me or swim with me?" He asked with a playful glint in his eyes.

I swam closer to him, thinking that we were going to 'swim' but he grabbed a hold of my leg quickly and pulled my body under the water.

I gasped as the sky disappeared from my vision when my head got pulled underneath the current of the water. My eyes burnt from the salt swimming in my freaking eyeballs and from the shock of his sudden action I swallowed a great deal of most likely contaminated water.

His grip on my leg loosened and I peered up, with enough strength I kicked outwards and swam to the surface of the water, I gasped as my face broke the surface and the hot sun splattered against my skin.

Masons laughter roared in my ears and I grinned my teeth together in anger, the blood beneath my skin boiling to the point where if a thermometer were to touch me it'll crack. That asshole just tried to drown the shit out of me.

"Mason, that wasn't funny!" I screamed loudly as I ran my hands over my face once again and spluttered out the excessive water contaminating my mouth.

I turned around to look for him but realized he was nowhere to be found, I relaxed for a moment and let my hands float above the surface of the water gently. For a moment I was thankful that he decided to take a plunge but then–

"Boo!"

I jolted upwards in shock, only to fall back down into the salty water and resurface with the most distasteful glare I could muster up. He doubled over and clutched his stomach as he burst into a fit of laughter. His eyes crinkling slightly and lips wide in a smile. "Asshole!" I shouted as I thumped him in the head.

His laughter soon died down and I wish it didn't because his smile easily slid off his face and was replaced by this intense gaze focused on me for the longest while. He moved closer to me rather quickly then grabbed me by the waist, pulling my front flushed against his.

He let out a deep throaty chuckle as he took in my baffled expression. I could feel my heart thumping widely against his chest but to my surprise, his heart rate was at a steady pace like he wasn't embarrassed or affected by what went down. . . down there.

"You see what you do to me, Michelle?" He mumbled deeply. His voice raspy and seductive, almost like they willed me to follow him into the darkroom where I knew I did not belong.

"Uhuh." I hummed as his hands trailed from my waist, down the curve of my back and hovered over my butt. "You drive me crazy, ever since the day I laid my eyes on you." He whispered softly as his teeth grazed my neck softly. I flinched when his teeth and lips came in contact with my skin and I rather – not so subtly–curled my fingers into his neck.

He began leaving open wet kisses on my delicate skin, probably leaving evidence of some sexual encounter with him for someone to come bite me in the ass.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and let his mouth move from my neck and onto mine.

His tongue easily slipped into my mouth as he kissed me like his life depended on it.

All the while his hands travelled away from my lower body and found comfort in the warmth of my upper body as he gripped under my arms, slowly–but I knew–sneakily towards my chest.

He parted our lips hastily and pressed his forehead against mine. "I have absolutely no idea what to do with you." His minty breath fanned over my face as he sought to catch it, I smiled and made sure that his eyes were trained onto mine.

"All you have to do is ask."