“I don’t understand,” I responded stupidly. “You were the playboy of the PCL when we were out there. Even the veterans looked up to you because all you had to do was look at a woman and she’d practically drag you into a dark corner.”
Mason leaned closer to me, sliding his hand up my bicep to my shoulder. “That’s what I wanted everyone to think.”
He was so close now that all I’d have to do was lean in and I could fulfill a long-standing fantasy. But I couldn’t do that I wouldn’t be the one to take the first step, especially since he knew the truth about Eric and me.
“I knew it’d be easier that way, so I tried every flavor out there to try and find a woman who’d do it for me,” he explained. He wasn’t exaggerating, either. No one knew what his type was, but apparently that was because he didn’thavea type. “But even when I was with them, I wondered what it’d be like to have a strong man with broad shoulders drilling into me.”
My cock sprang to full attention at that little bit of information. Not only was the man of my wet dreams telling me that he was interested in guys, he was a bottom as well. Life seriously couldn’t have gotten any better than that.
Mason closed the gap between us, brushing his lips lightly over mine. I slid my arms around his back as I opened my mouth, inviting him to deepen the kiss. His hands fisted in the cotton of my shirt, pulling me closer as his tongue forced its way between the seam of my lips.
I moaned as my fingers dug into his shoulder blades, needing to be as close to him as possible. The responsible thing to do would be push him away, but I wasn’t a big enough man to do that. I finally knew the heat of Mason’s mouth, the heady taste that was a combination of minty toothpaste and something uniquely Mason. It became my new favorite flavor as he devoured me with his mouth.
“People change,” he continued when he broke contact to take a breath. “But some things always stay the same. I thought that if I found the right woman, everything else would fade into the distance, but that didn’t happen. I thought if I convinced myself that I was in love with Teresa, I’d forget about the one person I really wanted.”
“Are you saying what I think you are?” I asked, my mind still holding me back from pushing him back on the couch to give him what he seemed to be begging for.
My fingers tangled through his hair, holding him so his face was barely an inch away from mine. I feared that, if I let go, the trance would be broken and I’d never know what it felt like to press my body against his.
“Yeah, I think I am.” His voice wavered with uncertainty at his admission.
Throwing caution to the wind, I placed my hands on his shoulders and shoved him back. His wavy hair felt like silk under my fingers as I plundered his mouth with a crushing kiss. He moaned as his hips bucked against mine, just as desperate for release as I felt.
A surge of connection jolted through my body, from my mouth all the way down to my cock, urging me to claim him. There’d be time for regrets later, but if this was what Mason wanted, I would be the one to give it to him.
My cock begged to be freed from the confines of my jeans, pleaded with my hands to reach between our bodies and pull his sweats over his hips, but I couldn’t. Just like my performance earlier in the day, I allowed someone else to weasel his way into my mind and I choked.
“Mace, we can’t do this,” I said with more than a trace of resignation behind the words. “I don’t want you doing something with me because you think it’ll take my mind off what happened earlier. You deserve better than that. If you’re really interested in guys, that’s awesome, but I can’t be your guinea pig. You mean too much to me for me to lose you when you decide you want to go back to women. I wouldn’t be able to stand being pushed aside because your tastes change.”
Mason’s face contorted as if he’d eaten something sour. “Dude, you make it sound like it’s a banquet dinner and I’m going to decide I picked the wrong entrée! Why can’t life be a buffet? If I’m in the mood for a steak, I’ll have the steak. If I want the salmon, I’ll grab a piece of that. Life’s short, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to get to St. Peter and regret never trying steak. Unfortunately for me, the only cut I’m interested in is you.”
“See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about,” I countered. “Let’s keep going with your ridiculous analogy, because you seem to focus better when we’re talking about food… what happens when you try the steak, only to decide that you can’t stand it? What if you realize that what you thought was steak was closer to a nasty fast-food burger? I don’t want to take that chance.”
Mason shoved me backward, reversing our positions. He sat up on his knees, steadying himself with his hands on my shoulders. “You would never be a disgusting hamburger,” he whispered before leaning in to kiss me.
I knew it was a bad idea, possibly the worst I’d had in a long time, but I wrapped my arms around Mason’s waist as I allowed him to take control of the kiss.
He slid closer, until he straddled my lap, grinding our covered cocks together. By the time we stopped exploring one another’s mouths, we were both left trying to catch our breath. Despite the fact that I was the one who had experience being with another man, I felt like the novice.
I was the one holding back, trying to put the brakes on something I’d always wanted. “So tell me, what cut of steak would I be?”
“Mmm, I’m thinking a Strip,” Mason teased, pulling my t-shirt over my head. He playfully bit down on my shoulder before nibbling his way to my neck. As his mouth moved higher on my body, his hands traveled down my back, sliding beneath the waistband of my jeans. “As appealing as flank sounds, I think you’re too good for that.”
I arched my back at the searing heat of his fingers digging into the flesh of my butt.
“Mason…” I pleaded, although for what I didn’t know.
He continued massaging my ass as his mouth tormented every inch of the skin from my chest up. “I was thinking a tenderloin because you have no fat on your body, but feeling this, I’m thinking maybe you’re more of a bottom round roast.”
“I’ve gone from being a steak to being a roast?” I laughed, worried about where he would go if I let him keep rambling.
“Well yeah,” he responded, pulling back to look at me with those dark, soulful eyes. “Not only is your bottom nice and round, but you’ve always been home to me.”
“Okay, I think it’s time for you to shut up,” I warned him. God help me, but there was no way I could stop what he had started. He opened his mouth to speak, so I pressed my mouth to his, my tongue tracing along his lower lip.
He reached for my hand and I allowed him to lead me down the hall, knowing chances were good we’dbothbe filled with regret come morning.
“One last thing before I let you show me everything I’ve been missing…” He turned to face me, cupping my jaw in his hand. He pushed me back against the wall, holding me in place with his hand at my neck.
