Chase leaned back and wrapped his arms under Mason’s thighs, holding him in place as he worked his cock in and out, his dick feeling just right in him, making him feel complete in a whole new way.
He had his husband back. He had his Chase back. Finally, after so much time—after so many tears.
As Chase took Mason, he felt like the experience meant so much more than all the other hot exchanges they’d shared since he’d arrived. There was no holding back. No fear or worry or uncertainty. Just love for the beautiful man who was inside him.
As Chase fucked him, he licked his nipple, teased at it in the way that he knew felt just right to Mason—the way that sent those nerves shooting with delight.
Each stroke was just right. Each touch was just where Mason needed it when he needed it. They pushed and pulled. They moaned and laughed as they played before they switched it up with Mason on top so that he could satisfy Chase just as Chase satisfied him.
He could tell by Chase’s moans, by how he rocked his head side to side as his eyes rolled, that he wasn’t holding anything back that time—that he was allowing himself to experience the pleasure to its fullest.
And when they reached their climaxes together, they both called out the other’s name before Mason collapsed on Chase and clung to him, burying his face in his neck.
Chase wrapped his arms around him, holding him so close.
For the first time in so long, Mason felt like he really did have his husband back, and he hoped to God he wouldn’t do anything to fuck things up again.
* * *
Chase sat at the kitchen table while Mason whistled at the oven as he removed a cookie sheet covered in biscuits and set it on the stovetop, beside a sizzling skillet.
As Pa entered the kitchen, Mason announced, “I’m making waffles, so hope you have a big appetite. Breakfast is going to be extra special. Want to make today as smooth as possible for Emery’s rehearsal dinner.”
“Well, aren’t you in a good mood?” Pa said, glancing between him and Chase before finding his place at the far end of the table, where he noticed the newspaper on the corner. “A very good mood if you already got the paper.”
“Figured I could save you the walk,” Mason said. “And Timmy and Dwayne are handling the milking today, so I had some spare time.”
He continued whistling as he flipped the sausage in the skillet.
Pa glanced at Chase and smirked before chuckling.
Chase couldn’t stifle his own amusement.
He was pleased to see Mason like that—so at ease and content after their conversation the night before. It reminded him that he was making the right decision.
“Pa,” he said, ready to explain his and Mason’s talk when he heard, “Morning.”
He turned just as Emery entered the kitchen. With her hair tied up in a scrunchie and still in a tee and pajama bottoms, she looked exhausted and anxious. Chase knew the part he’d played in that. Even as she sat at the opposite end of the table as Pa, she didn’t seem to catch on to Mason’s lively attitude the way Pa had.
Was she really so disappointed in him? So upset? And after he told her about his and Mason’s talk, would that make things even worse?
He didn’t care, though, because he knew he owed it to everyone to be honest about how he felt and what he and Mason wanted.
“The pretty bride should be sleeping in today,” Pa said. “Gonna need all the rest you can get for tomorrow.”
“I… had a hard time sleeping.”
“Emery, Pa,” Chase said. “There’s something I want to talk to you both about.”
“Wait,” Emery interjected. “I would like to say something first.”
Mason moved the skillet onto another burner before turning to face them, like he was just as curious as Chase to hear what she was going to say.
“Do I need to step out?” Pa asked.
She shook her head. “Considering you saw me blow up like that yesterday, I figure you should be here for this too. Chase, yesterday I was really out of line. I stepped in where I didn’t belong, and I’m sorry for that. To both of you, but you especially, Chase. This wedding… and Tessa—God, Tessa—has just been so stressful, and I haven’t had much time to think straight. When I overheard you in the barn, it threw me right back to when we were kids. And then I started acting like a child. Chase, I love you to death. And I love you, Mason.”
“We know that,” Mason insisted.
