His jeans were hiked down, exposing a hint of his ass crack, something that made Chase feel a semi coming on.
As Mason unfastened his belt, he turned back to Chase. “Come on.” He winked, and Chase felt weightless.
Mason removed his pants and underwear, and Chase turned away, despite how much he wanted to see that cock again. The sound of Mason splashing into the water relieved him, because he wasn’t sure how long he could resist his desire to take a peek. He turned to see the ripples that raced to the shore, pushing leaves and pond debris onto the damp earth.
Mason rose from the water, his hair slicked back, the sunlight shining off his impressive shoulders. He called to Chase, “Come on! What are you waiting for?”
Chase shouldn’t. They could get caught. They weren’t kids anymore—in love without worries or cares about the rest of the world. They had responsibilities and lives to get back to, lives that didn’t have anything to do with each other.
Not anymore.
Still, Chase couldn’t deny the playfulness that returned to him as he stood there and gazed at Mason. He felt like he had when they were on the four-wheeler. All those burdens that bogged him down on a regular basis faded into the back of his mind as Mason became the only thing that mattered to him.
Chase stepped behind a tree and stripped, thinking that was surely what he needed to do, considering their history.
“Are you kidding me right now?” Mason asked.
“No, I’m not kidding. There are some things you don’t get to see anymore.”
Some things Mason shouldn’t see anymore.
He set Mason’s cowboy hat on the ground and disrobed, peering around the tree and catching Mason’s wide eyes and bright smile, his expression suspicious as ever.
“Can you see anything you shouldn’t be seeing?” Chase asked.
Mason laughed. “I can’t see anything. Go ahead.” But his tone sounded less than sincere.
After Chase removed all his clothes, he said, “Now turn around.”
“What? I’m not fucking turning around.”
“If you want me to get in the water, you will.”
Mason rolled his eyes before obeying. As Chase started to walk around the tree, Mason turned around swiftly.
Chase backed up behind the tree again. “You fucking ass!”
“Oh, come on. I just saw everything, so what the fuck do you have to hide now? What the fuck did you have to hide before? I’ve seen it all. Although, you’ve made a few modifications that I’m really liking.”
A rush of goose bumps raced across Chase’s flesh as he reveled in Mason’s appreciation of his body—the only thing that made all that time he’d spent at the gym worth it.
He sighed and stepped out from behind the tree, and Mason’s grin expanded.
“Fine. You win,” Chase said.
“I really did… because I didn’t actually see anything.”
Chase’s mouth fell open, and he shook his head. “You fucking asshole.” He rushed to the pond and did a cannonball into the water, hoping to splash Mason to get him back.
He stayed under for a moment, enjoying the cool sensation of the water on his body, how refreshing it felt in contrast to the oppressive Georgia humidity he was still adjusting to. He pressed his feet against the bottom of the pond and pushed to his feet, rising from the water before taking a refreshing breath of air.
The dip made him feel freer—like he was washing away all the stresses of work that he’d carried to the dairy with him.
“Look at you, cutting loose,” Mason said as he lay back and kicked his feet out, swimming backwards.
Chase did the same, gazing up at the clear, blue sky with just a few clouds speckled across it. He appreciated how the water felt against his flesh. His muscles relaxed, and his thoughts calmed.
“This is nice,” Chase said. “I miss it.”
