There would be doubt. There had to be, but considering how Chase had come back into his life, he had to believe they could find a way that time.
Mason heard footsteps and turned to see Chase walking through the entryway into the stable.
“How’s it looking? We still having a wedding on Saturday?” Mason asked.
“I’d be lying if I wasn’t a little skeptical, but I figure Emery will have her wedding. We might need to tie Tessa down and make it go on without her, but it’ll happen.” Chase grinned, his eyes sparkling with the overhanging lights.
“You’re such a pretty motherfucker,” Mason said, shaking his head.
Chase’s expression scrunched together. “What the fuck?”
“You heard me. But I don’t mind saying it again, and ‘pretty’ doesn’t really cover it. You’re beautiful. And I’m just a lucky bastard to be the one who’s gotten to enjoy this body as much as I have.”
Mason couldn’t control a powerful impulse within him. He hooked his arm around Chase and pulled him close.
He offered a firm kiss, sliding his tongue between Chase’s lips.
When he managed to pry himself away, Chase asked, “What was that for?”
“Because I’m so fucking happy to have you back in my life. All of you. The way I’ve always needed to have you. The way I’ve been wanting to have you for years… so many fucking years.” Mason gripped on to Chase’s neck and massaged his thumb against his flesh.
“I’m happy to have you back in my life, too. And I’m relieved that I don’t have to pretend not to care about you as much as I do. Because I was getting really fucking tired of that.”
“Good. Now take off these fucking clothes.”
“What?”
“Do it, Chase. I want you right here, right now. Don’t fight me. Just give me what I need. Because I know you need it, too. I can make you so fucking happy. I can make you feel good. You know I can. You can say whatever you want, but I’ll never believe that anyone can satisfy you the way I can.”
Chase glanced behind him.
“What are you looking for? You think I’d have said it if we’d had an audience?”
Chase turned back to him, his lip curling upward before he undid the top button of his shirt and made his way down.
“You’re gonna have to go faster than that if you don’t want me to rip these off you.”
“Don’t let me stop you.”
Mason grabbed and tugged at Chase’s shirt, tearing the remaining buttons as he pulled at the placket. He kicked off his own shoes, pulled his pants down, and stepped out of them. They were quick with removing the rest of their clothes until they were naked. Chase turned around and pressed his palms against a support beam as Mason kissed down Chase’s back to his ass. Mason rimmed his husband, leaving Chase moaning.
They were safe out there with everyone absorbed in the work and the upcoming wedding.
It was just the two of them wanting to share the experience.
Mason’s dick grew hard. “I want to give you what you need, Chase. I want to fill you up.”
Chase glanced over his shoulder, that same look of desire in his eyes that let Mason know he wanted it too. “Then take what’s yours.”
“I don’t have any lube again,” Mason said, that time, an announcement more than a concern.
“My favorite.”
Mason rose to his feet and wrapped an arm around him, pressing his right hand against Chase’s stomach as he spit into his left palm several times. He rubbed his wet hand across his shaft. It reminded him of when they were young and were just beginning to explore their bodies together.
He entered Chase slowly, and as he realized he needed more lubrication, supplied it before steadily being able to get his cock inside Chase, who rolled his head back as he moaned. “That feels so good, Mason. Get it in me deep.”
“You gotta be patient.”
