All Chapters of The Moonshine Task Force Series: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

KarinaMy heart pounds as I throw my grocery bags into my trunk and then hop into my car speeding away from the grocery store. I'm not sure why it unnerves me so much that Mason was there, not sure why seeing him caused such a reaction within me, I'm seriously not sure of anything right now. All I know is the way he made me feel in those few hours I'll never forget. I want it again, but I'm not sure if I'm brave enough to invite this man back into my life. He could break me in ways my ex-fiancé never did.Nothing I got at the grocery is in danger of spoiling, and right now I'm not looking to go home to an empty house. With my free hand, I pick my cell phone up from my cup holder and use the voice to text option to text one of the only friends I have here, Violet. Even being here for almost two years, it's been hard to make acquaintances. Most people don't come to Laurel Springs; most are born here and move away or are born here and stay here. It's not necessarily the destination of

KarinaI'm on my second glass of wine tonight, and my mind is still completely blown that Mason is Caleb Harrison's dad. I'm also still trying to recover from the way I orgasmed in my classroom. This man makes me do things I could lose my job over, but that fear pales in comparison to the way he makes me feel. Dear God, my face gets red as I think about it, body heats up as I relive it. I'm five minutes into the best daydream I've ever had when my phone rings. Glancing at the caller ID, I see that it's my mom."Hey Mom," I answer, sitting up straight and setting my wine over to the side. I'm doing my best to appear like I'm not half-way tipsy, but I'm not sure how well it's working."Hey," she answers, and I can hear the smile in her voice. "How's it going down south? We miss you."I know she does. Every time she calls me, she doesn't necessarily lay on a guilt trip, but she lets me know how much they miss me at home. I haven't yet told her Philly doesn't feel like home anymore

MenaceWalking behind Karina has quickly become my favorite pastime. The way her jeans hug her ass should be fucking illegal in all fifty states and the District of Columbia. "Two," I tell the hostess as we enter, holding up two fingers. Fuck my life; I try to play it cool. The hostess is someone who's wanted me to take her out on a date for a while, and every time she drops the hint, I play it off. Needless to say, tonight when I walk in with my arm around Karina, I'm given the look of death."Hey Mason, didn't think you were really into dating." She gives me the evil eye."No, never said that," I correct her assumption, hating that I'm about to be a bit of a dick, but I don't want this woman to ruin what will be a great time between me and Karina. "I was just never into dating you."Karina coughs, and I suspect it's hiding a laugh. Another glare is shot our way as we're taken to a booth in the back. Our menus are slapped on the table, before she turns, flinging her hair

Menace"What's that thing on the side of your neck?" Renegade asks as I duck into the squad car he and I are riding in today."What?" I pull the sun visor down and push back the plastic piece to look in the mirror. Son of a bitch, I got a hickey last night when Karina attacked my neck. "Must have cut myself shaving," I lie, knowing damn good and well I have a beard right now."Riiiigghhhtttt." He starts the car. As we pull out of the parking lot, I can feel his eyes on me."What, kid?""Don't give me that kid bullshit." He laughs as we drive up Main Street. "I have a wife, I have plenty of sex, and I know exactly what a hickey looks like. I've just never seen you with one before, so it's kind of weirding me out.""Weirding you out?"Renegade sighs. "I've always kind of seen you as a dad, but I also always thought of you as way older than the rest of us. Even though you and Whitney are close to the same age. I don't know, you've just been the one who had his shit together,

KarinaK: How'd you sleep last night with two teenagers under your roof?I can't help but give Mason a hard time. Caleb's a good kid, I know that from having him in my class, but he's also a teenage boy, almost a man, with teenage hormones. M: Slept like a baby, Rina. Told you I trust Caleb. Now had it been me and you'd been here? No doubt about it, there's no way I would have kept my hands off you last night.I'm trying to think of what my reply will be when another message comes through; a picture of Mason's head against what I assume is his pillow. His eyes are heavy with sleep, his smile lazy, and his stubble is grown in more, adding to the beard on his face. Looking farther down, I can see his chest on full display. Immediately I wonder what he sleeps in.K: You look cozy and fine as hell. What do you sleep in, Mase?M: Last night? I slept in these. The next thing I know, I get a picture angled a little further down, showing a flat stomach with light hair, leading