“I’ll stay. For you.”
Mason knocked him flat on the bed and straddled him.
“For us.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Oh God, Mason,Mason.”Jude thrust hard into him, so deep Mason winced, knowing he’d feel that surge inside him for days, but he didn’t care and dug his fingers into the curve of Jude’s biceps, yanking him close.
“Yeah, that’s it. Right there. Right. There. Yes.” Teeth bared, cock trapped between their sweating bodies, he came and bit down hard on the juncture of Jude’s shoulder and neck. Warmth spread between them as Jude’s shaft stretched him. “Fuck. Oh,ohhh.”Spots danced in front of his eyes, and he flew apart holding on to Jude, the delicious throb of Jude’s cock in his ass signaling his orgasm.
Jude groaned and collapsed on top of him, humming his pleasure into Mason’s hair. “Damn, that was…I don’t have words.”
“Perfect? Fucking amazing?” Mason nuzzled into Jude’s neck. “The best?”
“Mmhmm. Let’s stick with the truth.” Jude kissed his mouth softly and slipped out of him.
“You are a truth seeker. It’ll set you free.” Mason luxuriated in the king-sized bed and watched as Jude, gorgeous in his nakedness, tossed the used condom into the trash, then rolled over to hold him again.
“I don’t want to be free. I like being tied up in you.”
Well, damn. What the hell could he do but melt at those words?
“I do too.” He cupped Jude’s cheek, running his nose against the rough bristles of his jaw. “I love you.” The words, though still strange on his lips, felt so very right.
Heat simmered in Jude’s velvety-dark eyes. “I love you too.” He ducked his head, and Mason’s heart twisted at that sweet, innocent gesture. “What time is it?”
Mason leaned over and took his phone from the night table. “2:38 a.m.” He wiggled his toes. “Nothing like a little middle-of-the-night fun.”
“And now I’m wide-awake and hungry,” Jude grumbled. “I don’t want to order something so late, but I’m too lazy to make anything. We skipped dinner with everything that happened yesterday.”
“That’s what microwave mac-and-cheese was invented for.” Without waiting for Jude’s answer, he hopped out of the bed. “I’ll do it after I wash up. Won’t take more than five minutes.”
“I can’t believe you’re making me eat that dreck.” Jude wrinkled his nose.
“Food snob.” Mason stuck out his tongue. “I’m sure you’ve put worse things in your mouth. I know I have.”
“No surprise there.”
“Be nice, or no food. Or worse. I have big plans for you when I come back.” He licked his lips and sucked his finger.
“I’ve created a monster.”
“And I hear no complaints at all.” Mason gave him a wink and headed into the bathroom, where he rinsed off his stomach. While Jude remained in bed, checking his phone, he left for the kitchen.
True to his word, in less than five minutes he’d made two boxes of mac-and-cheese and carried the bowls, along with two bottles of beer under his arm, to the bedroom.
“Your sex monster returns—”
Too late he saw Jude sitting and motioning for him to be quiet, then burying his head in his hands.
“Is thatMason? Mason is there with you?” His mother’s voice sounded from the phone lying on the bed.
Oh, fuck. Speakerphone. He set the bowls and beer bottles on the dresser. “Hi, Mom.”
“What are you doing at Jude’s at three in the morning?”
Thinking fast, he opened the beer and took a quick gulp. “I couldn’t sleep and figured Jude would be up too, and I was right.”
