Perv by Becca Jameson

could recognize Jenna wasn’t a woman accustomed to his kind of kink.
    He never should have steered her down this path. He couldn’t be the man she needed in her life. He was a Dom, not a boyfriend. He was a fucker, not a lover.
    Ugh.
    Mason held his head high as he reentered the party, now going at full speed.
    He danced with the bride and both of the other bride’s maids. He had a few drinks with the groomsmen. He toasted with the rest of the crew from the gym. Although they’d been dubbed The Fight Club, really they were just six guys who happened to be MMA fighters as well as Doms. Most people didn’t know that last part. They each had different careers and day jobs, but they were bound to each other through a mutual love for the exhilaration of both MMA and BDSM. When they weren’t working, they fought together and played together.
    Mason laughed and joked with the guys, but all the while he kept his gaze fluttering around the room to see where she was.
    Damn. What was wrong with him? He needed to stop this nonsense. Jenna Mathews was off limits. He could only hurt her. Sure, a romp in the sack for a few weeks would be enjoyable, but he was kidding himself if he thought it would last. He could only do vanilla for so long. Eventually it would bore him to tears, and then he’d be lying to himself every time he made love to her.
    He’d be lying to her too. She knew nothing about his life other than what he did for a day job. His evenings were a mystery she was better off not knowing.
    While she had her back to him, he set his beer on a table and sauntered out the door. He had to get away. Distance was the only answer.
     

Chapter Six
    Three weeks later…
    Mason blinked his eyes and reached for the hand above him. The smirk on Rafe’s face was all he needed to see to know his friend had indeed gotten the better of him—again.
    Rafe pulled him to standing. “What’s up with you, man? You’ve been distracted and off your game since I got back from Hawaii. Was my absence that big of an influence on your ability to fight?” The man chuckled as he released Mason.
    Mason stepped back and leaned forward against his knees. “Yeah, that’s it. One week without you, and I can’t fight again.”
    “That’s the third time I’ve taken you down this evening. Your face looks like shit. Seriously, man. Are you okay?”
    Mason stood to his full height, stretching his arms over his head to work out the kinks in his shoulders. He lifted his gaze to Rafe. If he didn’t fess up about what was bothering him, it would slowly eat away at his soul.
    “Oh no. I know that look. There’s a woman.” Rafe smiled. “I’ve never seen you in knots over a woman before. Did you meet her at the club? Whoever she is, she must be pretty amazing to be able to distract you from your game.”
    Mason lowered his arms and his shoulders. “There’s a woman, all right. But I sure didn’t meet her at the club.” He waited.
    Rafe shook his head. “Where then?”
    “You fucking introduced us at the wedding.” Yeah, that’s it. Blame it on Rafe .
    Rafe hesitated a beat, his mouth open to say something. And then he closed his lips and swallowed. He shook his head. “Please say it isn’t so. Have you been seeing Jenna?”
    Mason smirked. “I wish. If I had, you wouldn’t be kicking my ass right now, and I wouldn’t be losing sleep.”
    “Oh my God. You’re into her.” Rafe closed his eyes a beat and then continued. “That bad?”
    “Yeah. Apparently.” Mason turned around and grabbed a towel from outside the fence. “Don’t worry. I haven’t seen her or spoken to her since the wedding. But that woman got under my skin.”
    Rafe stepped outside the fence and slumped to the bench. He rubbed a hand down his face. “Fine. I give you my blessing. Tell her. But I’m warning you this isn’t going to end well. Please work this out of your system and let her down gently.” He lowered his gaze. “Katy is going to kill me,” he