Page 71 of Still Your Guy


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“Hey, kiddo,” she muttered.

“Are you going to be okay?”

“I’ll be fine. Just fine.” She sat down on the edge of the bed beside him, gazing at him affectionately. “Chase, you know we love you, right? You know that we would do anything for you. I just don’t want you to ever feel like there’s a distance between you and our family. Ever since you came into Mason’s life—our lives—you’ve made them better.”

“It’s just my way of saying thank you for what you did for me.”

She nodded. “Well, you don’t owe us anything, except you need to keep on top of your homework and tests. You’re a smart kid. Smarter than I think you realize, and you can do a lot in this world if you use that brain you have.”

“Thank you.”

She smiled.

“I love you. I just wanted to say that now. Just… in case something—”

She stopped herself as a tear fell free from her eye. And Chase understood what she was saying without her saying it. He wished he hadn’t, but he had.

“I love you, too,” Chase said, holding back his own tears.

She grinned, but her expression trembled. For the first time in a long time, he saw that Ma was truly scared—that something could shake her to her very core. “Well, you’d better get on to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Chase smiled, but he could tell by the sound in Ma’s voice that something had changed, and that there was no going back to the way things were.

And they would never be the same again.

CHASE’S BACK SLAMMED UP AGAINSTMASON’S BEDROOMdoor.

It had only been a few weeks since they'd last seen each other—since Mason had returned after his trip to LA. But it had been too long. Their desperate hands clawed at each other’s bodies.

The FaceTiming, the chatting, the phone calls… none of it had been enough for either of them. They’d connected so much more the past few weeks—sharing about their days, their stresses, their worries. Not a day went by where Chase didn’t look forward to—or expect to—hear from Mason.

But it was one thing to talk to Mason and another to feel their bodies pressed together, to feel Mason’s breath rush up against his face and his dick pushing within him.

Mason took Chase's bottom lip between his teeth and tugged gently, then offered another powerful kiss before saying, “That was a good idea to go ahead and get tested.”

Chase was glad too. It was time to destroy the last of the barriers between them and get back to where they both wanted to be.

From the moment Chase had arrived on the dairy that day, that moment was what he’d been craving. It's what he'd fantasized about on the agonizing plane ride over, and he had to spend most of his time around the rest of the family concealing his erection, because just the idea of having Mason back in him, not just his cock, but all of him—filling him—was so intensely delicious.

They scrambled to the bed, pulling and tugging at each other's clothes. Though there was a frenzy to their passion, like when they’d first started fucking again, there was also a calm to it—a knowing that reminded Chase of when they were young, when it was just the two of them, and they knew that neither of them would hold anything back from the other. It was a time when there was nothing but total trust, uninhibited lust, and unquestioning love between them.

Chase lay stretched out on the bed. Mason kissed down Chase's face to his neck, then to between his pecs. He made a path down Chase’s body, kissing his navel to his cock.

“God, I missed you so much,” Mason said. “I just want to put my raw dick inside you and make you squirm like you used to. Have you completely, totally.”

“I want you in me now.”

“Don't worry. We have all night.” His words brought Chase some relief, but he wasn't going to be happy until Mason was possessing his body and giving him everything he needed.

Mason licked his middle and ring fingers before pushing them inside Chase while he took his cock into his mouth—sucking, licking.

Chase growled, making a primal sound as his body convulsed in ecstasy. Chase’s body quivered every time Mason hit his prostate, touching and caressing.

“Don’t make me wait anymore. Please. I’m fucking yours.”

Mason slid Chase's cock from his mouth and removed his fingers.

“Let me grab the lube,” he said, rising on his knees.