When I’d initially pictured our lives together, what came to mind was mostly sex, and that was both hot and cool. The two of us in bed, fucking away our days off, me dropping multiple loads in that perfect ass of his. My idea of perfection.
The call at two in the morning wasn’t totally unexpected—the storm had been forecast—but we hadn’t anticipated so much devastation. Trees were knocked down, and someof the streets flooded.
“Is it bad?” Mase asked as I dressed. “I’ll make you a thermos of hot coffee. It’s chilly outside.”
By the time I entered the kitchen, another aroma filled the air.
“Soup too?”
He smiled. “In case you get hungry.” Then he kissed me. “Now go save the town, and then get your ass back to our bed.”
Eighteen hours later, I dragged myself from the truck to the front door. I crept in, as quiet as I could, and found a stunning sight. Mason was in his wolf form, lying on top of his sky-blue onesie with the fluffy white clouds he’d asked for.
He’s so fucking beautiful.
Mason’s fur was charcoal gray, with white tips on his ears and the cutest black booties I’d ever seen on an animal. I knelt beside him, my fingers seeking his fur. It was so silky-soft and luxurious beneath my hands. I knew it was something I would need to do a lot of.
Then he opened his eyes and shifted back, lying nude before me.
This was the image I held in my mind now. Not the one of Mase on his knees blowing me, not the one of him arching his back as I plowed his ass. Now it was the Mase before me, his cheeks pink, his skin flushed.
No one should be so beautiful.
And he was mine.
I couldn’t hide my smile. “Now I know what you look like with fur.”
He blinked. “You’ve seen me before. That time when you got home from work.”
“Yeah, but that was only a glimpse.Thistime I got a real good look.”
“You could’ve asked me to shift anytime, you know.” Then he glanced at the clock above the fireplace, and his eyes widened. “Oh my God.”
I let out a tired sigh. “Trying the keep ahead of the rain was the hardest past.”
He took one look at my face and frowned. “You’ve got to be freezing. Into the shower, now.” Once I’d stripped off, he followed suit before climbing into the cubicle with me. He scrubbed me down because I was just too tired to do it myself. Not even Mason’s presence on his knees, inches from my cock, was enough to cut through my exhaustion. Instead, I pulled him up and wrapped him in my arms, my face tucked in his neck.
“I love you so fucking much,” I whispered against his wet skin.
“Love you too. Was it bad?”
“Just long. The guys did an amazing job. We’ll have quite a bit of cleanup to do once it dries up a bit, but it could have been way worse.”
“I was worried,” he admitted.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call. We were barely holding the line against the floodwaters, especially on Court Street. A few businesses will have wet floors, but we saved their inventory, so that should count for a good deed.”
“Do you want something to eat?”
I smirked and flicked his cock head, eliciting a squeak. “Maybe this?” I asked.
He chuckled. “You’d probably fall asleep and choke to death, and how would I explainthatto our parents?”
He wasn’t wrong. I was surprised my eyes were still open. “Would you be upset if I went to bed?”
He frowned. “Yes, horribly. I’ll have to curl up with you to ensure you sleep.”
Sleep wouldn’t be a problem. I was already dead on my feet. Mase had dried me off, then led me to the bedroom. Once he had me under the covers, he got in and curled up with his head on my chest, and his arm across my stomach. His position. The one he loved because of the closeness, and I loved because I could hold him.
