Parker hurries to sit on his haunches, then puts on a condom even quicker. He looks a little unsure as he climbs up the bed to settle on top of me, but I don’t care. I wrap one arm around his shoulders to hold him close to me and reach the other down to take his cock in my hand. The surprise that flits across Parker’s face makes me grin up at him, my smile doubling when Parker dips down to take my mouth with his own.
The kiss is messy and furious as I work his cock over, enjoying the hard feel of him in my hand. He feels so different from myself, but so familiar at the same time.
“Fuck, Mace,” Parker says with a groan against my mouth. “I’ve wanted you so long.”
“Fuck my hand, pretend you’re fucking me. You’re inside me, branding me so that everyone knows I’m yours. Can’t you feel it?” I lift my legs to wrap them around his hips, workinghim over harder to emulate fucking. “You’re making love to me, Parker.”
Parker takes my mouth and lets out a groan that sounds borderline painful as his hips snap hard into me. The condom fills as he stills, his panting breaths passing into me to give me renewed life after so many years justlivingwithout really living.
“I love you so much,” Parker whispers against my still kiss-wet lips.
“I love you too.”
Parker drops his forehead to mine. “You’re mine, all mine. Stay with me.”
“I’m here,” I promise, softly kissing the corner of his mouth. “Always.”
Parker nods against my head, takes a steadying breath, then kisses me deeply once more. We kiss for so long that we grow hard again, and this time I switch the condom on Parker’s dick and take him into my mouth. I’m nervous and fumbling, trying to find the ways that make Parker’s hands tense on the bedspread, the pressure that makes Parker’s hips lift ever so slightly with his inability to hold back. And when he finally comes with a pained groan, I can feel him grow against my tongue even through the condom, and it feels like everything is going to be okay with the world as long as we always have this, have each other. Because Parker’s the first person to break through my defenses, to reallyseeme without judgement or disappointment, and I’ll never let him go.
CHAPTER 12
PARKER
“You guys could havetriedto be quiet,” Reid says, arms crossed and a glare aimed our way when we enter the living room.
I go to say something snotty back—the words are on thetipof my tongue—when Mason makes a frustrated noise that drags Reid’s hard gaze to his brother. Mason levels Reid with an intense look that Reid shrinks a little under. I have to fight back the smile that threatens to break free at the sight.
“Reid, you need to get over your problem with Parker,” Mason demands, voice steely.
Reid’s eyes narrow. “Why? It’s not like he’s going to stick around if you’re just fu?—”
“Do not finish that sentence,” Mason says, his gaze gone cold. “I’m in love with him, and Parker’s here to stay. So get over your issues because I’m not dealing with infighting for the next forty years.”
“Forty years?” Reid says in astonishment.
Mason shrugs as if he didn’t just drop a nuclear bomb. “He’s not going anywhere. I’m in love with him.”
Reid just keeps staring. “It’s not… It’s not just physical?”
Dante groans at Reid’s stupidity and looks toward us with clear pity in his eyes. I do feel a little bad that Reid can’t read obvious cues. Mason’s annoyed gaze turns on Reid but softens when he swings his gaze toward me and holds out his hand in a silent show of affection. I take his hand in mine, forgetting about Reid, forgetting about everything crumbling around us, and focus on the perfect feel of Mason’s hand pressed against mine.
“It’s so much more than physical that I can’t even try to explain it,” Mason admits softly, sky-blue eyes shimmering as he looks up at me.
I lean over to kiss him softly, ignoring the annoyed gasp that comes from Reid’s direction. The front door barges open and lets in a blast of cold winter air. Soon the sound of Claude stomping his feet on the outside mat echoes around the entryway. When I pull away from Mason to turn around, I find Claude carefully taking off his boots on the mat before stepping farther inside.
“Did not take long,” Claude says with a childlike grin. “I have found a buyer for Mason’s government dirt.”
Mason looks skeptical. “What’s the price?”
“Jacob will go free.”
“And they’ll stop going after us,” Mason supplies, eyebrows lifted in this sexy devil-may-care sort of way. I can’t help but grin in delight at his newfound confidence. Although, I think Mason was always this way, it was just often buried under the anxiety, which he still feels, but maybe just alittleless with me standing by his side.
Claude blinks slowly. “That is a big ask. Do you all not understand you are wanted dead?”
“No, we get it,” Dante pipes up from the sofa. “But we don’t care.”
“It will go both ways,” Claude argues.
