“I know. Maybe that’s the universe telling you that you weren’t meant to be together forever. Just for a time. Maybe you were meant to be with someone else all along. Someone who makes you blissfully happy every day.”
He was right. I owed it to myself and Mason to give us a chance. “You’re right.”
“I know a thing or two about love, so go spend some time with him.”
I smiled, feeling relieved. “Yeah, okay. I’ll call you tomorrow. Thanks, Hudson.”
“Anytime, my friend.”
I ended the call and put my phone on the bed. Standing, I opened the door and walked out to where I had left Mason. He wasn’t on the sofa or on the balcony. The door to his room was cracked, but he wasn’t inside. Listening closely, I heard the water running in his bathroom.
I turned to walk away when I heard my name. “Thomas,” he moaned. “Please.”
Pushing into the room, I stopped outside the bathroom door. He’d left it open just enough to allow the steam to escape, giving me a perfect view of the shower in the mirror. My breath caught at the sight of his naked body. I’d seen his bare chest and legsa hundred times, but everything changed when I found his fist wrapped around his cock as he shuttled it back and forth.
One strong arm braced against the wall, while the other took his pleasure. The water sliding down his body and the moaning and whispering my name in a begging tone made my dick impossibly hard. Pressing on the front of my jeans, I watched as he pleasured himself to thoughts of me. His chest rose and fell with his labored breathing as his hand tightened over the top of the glass shower wall. I knew he was close, and I should look away. But I couldn’t. All I could think of was how I wanted to be in there, under that water, working him to completion.
Widening his stance, he braced himself as he shot thick ropes of cum all over the glass wall while calling my name. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, and it told me everything I needed to know about myself and Mason. We wanted each other, and when the time came, I’d be all in and give him everything he needed.
Chapter 10
Mason
I knocked on the door to my father’s office before walking in. He looked up, his eyes wide as he stood from his chair. “Mason! What are you doing here?”
The genuine smile and excitement to see me hurt me more than I expected as he walked around his desk and made his way to me, arms wide open. Just like always, I walked into his embrace. “Hey, Dad. How are you?”
He hugged me tightly as the familiar scent of the cologne he’d worn for years filled my nose. Releasing me, he extended his arms and looked at me. “I can’t believe you’re here. What a wonderful surprise. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
“It was a last-minute trip.” I stepped back out of his embrace and sat in the leather wingback across from his desk.
He frowned. “Is something going on? You’re not being traded, are you?”
It wasn’t easy to look at him, sofocusing onmy hands was the best way to go. My knee bounced, telling him all he needed to know.And when he walked around and took the chair next to me, I felt terrible. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
When I didn’t answer right away, he called my name. I could hear the fear in his voice. “Mason?”
My heart hurtas I looked at the man I’d idolized my entire life.My father had been my champion and the one I’d cried to when my mother took her anger out on me.“I need to ask you something. And I need you to tell me the truth.”
Heleaned forward to touch my leg. “Of course. Always. You’re worrying me.”
My knee bounced uncontrollably. Even though I’d been over this a thousand times, I didn’t know where to begin.
“Son? Please tell me what’s going on. I’m here to help.”
I swallowed thickly before speaking, and when the words came out, they were shaky.“I was called in to meet with Mr. Carlisle and our PR manager.”
“Okay,” he breathed slowly. His voice was full of trepidation. “Is there a problem? What can I do to help?”
He turned his chair to face me, then leaned closer. I looked down at his wedding ring on his finger. With my phone gripped in my right hand, I lifted it. He sat back as I touched the screen, making it light up. Accessing my photos, I pulled up the oneI wanted him to see.
Glancingat it,Iheld it out to him.He took the phone and looked at the screen. “Who is this? Whyhave you never told me I was adopted?”
As he stared at the photo, all the color drained from his face.Wiping his hand over his mouth, he looked up at me.“It’s not what you think. I can explain.”
I held up my hand to stop him. “That’s not what I asked you, Dad. Please answer the questions, and for God’s sake, don’t lie to me.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as his eyes went back tothe photo. I thought I was going to have to ask him again, but he took a deep breath as emotion filled his face. “You’re not adopted, Mason. At least not like you think. You’re my son. And he’s your older brother.”
