Chase’s eyelids flitted open. Mason lay on his side, the cover up to his waist as he rested on one elbow and stroked his knuckles up and down Chase’s abs. As Mason’s gaze met his, Chase grinned. A series of tingling sensations raced through Chase—his body reminding him of all those nerves Mason had stimulated and aroused the night before.
“You’re getting me going again,” Chase warned.
Mason leaned into him and licked Chase’s lips. “Just wish I could feed you some more of my cum.”
“I mean, if I need cum, I can get some right now, I figure.”
Mason lifted the covers, revealing his morning wood. “You need a sip to get you going?”
Chase chuckled. “You’d give me more than a sip, that’s for sure.”
“Suck it. Come on. Show me how you work that skilled tongue again.”
Judging by the expression on Mason’s face, he wasn’t playing around. And Chase was glad.
He rolled over and pushed onto his knees as Mason lay on his back.
Chase didn’t waste his time. He took that cock between his lips and savored the taste of Mason’s flesh. He took it deep and wet it with his saliva before gripping the base of the shaft with his hand and moving it in sync with his mouth.
Mason knotted his fingers in Chase’s hair, gripping tight as he encouraged him along.
“Damn, you better swallow that load when it comes out.”
Chase wouldn’t have had it any other way. He worked hard to satisfy Mason, enjoying his groans and grunts until that dick pulsed and released. He lapped it up before Mason returned the favor. And when Chase was at his most vulnerable—totally caught up in the ease of his passion—Mason wrapped his arms around him and held him close to his body in that way that always made him feel so safe.
It reminded him of how safe he’d felt that day after Mason had rescued him from those assholes at school when he’d kissed away the hurt and the pain.
“Now that’s a great way to start the day,” Mason said.
“Yes, it is.”
Mason’s gaze shifted slightly. “Let’s go riding today.”
“Well, if you insist, but just be warned, I’m gonna ride that cock until I rub it raw.”
Mason laughed. “Shut up. I’m being serious.”
“I’m willing to be totally serious about what I said, too.”
“After I finish at the parlor, let’s take Louise and Mercy out and head through the old path in the woods, the one we used to go down.”
“I’d love to. We just can’t be too long. I gotta empty a few more boxes out of the shed to make space for storing the catering supplies, which will be super fun.”
Mason laughed. “I bet.”
“If you want to get Mercy and Louise ready to go, I’ll check with Emery and Tessa to see what else they need from me today, and I’ll meet you at the stables. That work?”
“That’d be perfect,” Mason replied, offering another kiss.
* * *
Mason saddled Mercy and Louise up.
Chase had texted him to let him know he was on his way.
The night before, hearing Chase say he was willing to fight for them was exactly what he’d needed. He needed to know that, despite the clear obstacles they had to overcome, Chase wanted it as much as he did. But that didn’t curb Mason’s uneasiness because they had said that before, once upon a time, when they were young and trying to make it work, and Chase had given up on them.
As much as he tried to shake his worry, he couldn’t.
