“Incredible.”
A kiss meant to be quick turned long and increasingly heated. Lips grew demanding, tongues tangled, and Jude lost himself in the taste of Mason.
When he rolled the condom down his shaft and coated it liberally with lube, Mason’s expression grew more brazen. Hungrier. Needier. “Want you.” He spread his fingers over Jude’s thigh and dug his nails into the muscle. “Hurry.”
Those long, bronzed legs fell open, and spurred on by Mason’s whispered urging, Jude pushed inside him, his existence zeroing in on Mason gasping for breath.
Like a glove, Jude thought, his mind hazy with desire and shutting off to anything but the perfect, beautiful rightness of Mason under him. Becoming a part of him he couldn’t let go. The friction of the push and pull as he glided in and out of Mason electrified every nerve ending, sending shockwaves through his system.
“Oh, God.” Jude sucked in a breath but the room still spun, and he groaned, slamming his hips into Mason in a frenzy, helpless to the point of losing control. Mason clung to his shoulders, rising up to meet his thrusts, and as always, Jude fell into a spiral where all he knew, all he felt, was Mason.
His orgasm broke, and his chest grew heavy as his body exploded. He held Mason tight at the hips, gave one final push, then shuddered and lay still.
Mason’s foot rubbed along the back of his leg, and he arched up against Jude. “That was…nice.”
Jude grunted and rolled off him. “Nice?” He waited a couple of seconds for his breathing to steady. “Is that the limit of your vocabulary?”
Mason snuggled into his neck, and Jude’s arm found its way around to hold him.
“Fishing for compliments?” Mason’s grin flashed bright in the dim bedroom. “I could say more, if you want me to build up your ego.” He drew a pattern on Jude’s chest. “And when I say nice, I mean it’s good. Right. Everything. I want this to grow between us.”
Jude rested his lips against Mason’s hair. “What do you consider ‘this’ to be?”
“A beginning?” Voice taut yet strong, Mason sat up, his face grave in profile. “Where we go is up to us, but right now we’re at a fork in the road. We can take the easy path of keeping it just about sex and having fun.”
Heart pounding, mouth dry, Jude licked his lips. “Or?” He wanted to hear it from Mason directly. He knew what he wanted, but insecurity ate at his insides.
“Or…we can take it to the next level.”
“Which is?”
A chuckle escaped Mason, and his eyes warmed. “Why am I doing all the talking here?”
“Because you love to run your mouth and do it so well?”
Surprising Jude, Mason rolled on top of him and kissed him. Warm and sweet, his lips moved slowly over Jude’s, his tongue teasing, drawing out such a deep moan of pleasure, Jude should’ve been embarrassed, but being with Mason had released his inhibitions, so he simply clamped a hand over the curve of Mason’s butt and held on.
Mason nipped him. “What I love is kissing your mouth. You’re going to think I’m stupid for what I’m going to tell you.”
Having Mason above him, naked, eyes hazy with desire and joyful with his unique passion and energy was a dream he’d been unprepared for, but now that it was here, Jude couldn’t imagine letting him go.
“Tell me.” He wanted to discover everything about this man who’d been nothing but one surprise after another.
“I came back hoping to reconnect with Doug, and of course I knew my parents would be thrilled. But you were the wild card.”
“That’s one name I’ve never been called.”
“I was afraid.”
And Jude, who couldn’t imagine Mason fearful of anybody or anything, sat up abruptly, rolling Mason off him.
“You? Afraid? You’re the most fearless person I know. A run-in-first-ask-questions-later type of person. The one to give the finger to authority.”
Mason’s eyes crinkled shut for a moment, his brow furrowed, and he edged away from Jude to sit crossed-legged in the center of the bed. “It’s easy to do that when you don’t really care. But you?” He shook his head. “I heard from Doug through the years how you gave everything to the business and how he worried about you never taking any time for yourself.”
That sounded about right to Jude. Despite his easygoing manner, Doug could be tenacious when it came to hounding Jude about having a personal life, and he knew that while part of it was to loosen his guard-dog instincts over Ilana, it was always said with the hope and sincere wish for him to have someone in his life, and something beyond the business to occupy his time.
What would Doug think if he found out the man Jude chose was his younger brother?
