He froze, but then did as I’d asked.
Or did I order him?
Shit, what had I just done?
“Yes, Kip?” His tone had an edge to it that was almost pleading.
And then I did it again, because he was mine and I wanted it. I clutched the back of his head and drew him to me, pressing my lips to his. He sighed and opened for me, as I’d expected him to do. Once more I found my tongue slipping into his mouth, almost as though it needed to be there. When Mase grabbed my shoulders and held me tight, I gave that kiss everything I had. He moved closer, and I could feel his cock pressing into mine. If my parents hadn’t been there, I would have shoved him to the ground, yanked down my pants, and drove my cock into his mouth, thrusting until I shot a load deep in his throat.
In the middle of the sidewalk?
Yeah, this was beyond fucked up.
I’d never wanted that with anyone else. No girl had ever made me feel so dominant, so desired. Yet now my best friend was making me crave something with a desperation I’d neverfelt. It took a supreme effort to drag myself away, but even then Mason chased the kiss.
By the gods, I wanted it too.
“I’ll be back soon,” I promised, cupping his chin. “Be good while I’m gone, understand?”
His eyes fluttered. “Yes, Kip, I will.”
And there was that submission again. It called to every part of me, wanting to know how far I could push it.
“Let’s go,” I said to my parents. We didn’t speak again until we reached their room. As soon as the door closed behind us, Dad locked gazes with me.
“What was that?”
I sighed. “Thatwas a problem.”
“We cannot tell you how happy we are that you and Mason got together,” Mom said. “We dreamed about it when you were younger. The two of you were always a perfect match.”
I was about to protest when my phone pinged. I glanced at the screen and groaned.
Mason: Going to take a bath if that’s ok.
Mason was killing me. The thought of watching him in the tub, the water swirling around him. Kneeling beside him and scrubbing his back, which led to another kiss. Sliding my hand down into the warmth, then pressing a finger into that tight ring of muscle, feeling it yield to my insistence. Hearing Mason’s groan as I went deeper.
You don’t have to ask permission to take a bath.Then I erased the message and typed another.Yeah, okay. No touching yourself.I pressed Send.
Why had I done that? It would solve a lot of my current problems if Mase got himself off so I wouldn’t have to think about it.
Now wasnotthe time to have those images invading my mind.
“I’m… not sure this is right,” I said.
Mom stared at me. “Which part? You being with Mason?”
I nodded. “Yeah, that.”
She clucked her tongue. “That’s just silly. We knew from how you behaved when you were kids that the two of you were right for each other. I’d never in my life seen anyone as protective as you. But…”
“But?”
“Kip,” Dad interjected, his brow furrowed. “We love that you and Mason finally got together. We really do. But?—”
I knew what was coming.
“I know. I have to talk to him. You don’t need to tell me again. And Iwilltell him, but not right now. We’re figuring out our lives and things aren’t going as well as we’d hoped.”
