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Mason spent the next ten minutes exploring Zeb’s body with his lips, tongue, and teeth. He’d stayed away from his ass, but now he could indulge in his favorite thing to do. Mason loved fucking, but eating a guy out for hours was at the top of his list. After teasing Zeb—who was begging but not making much sense about what he was asking for—for another five minutes, Mason licked across his hole for the first time. He tasted heavenly. He licked again, savoring him, before burying his face between his cheeks and using the tip of his tongue to push inside. Zeb moaned even louder than he had already. Mason bit around his entrance. It was light, but enough to trigger the nerve endings and cause Zeb to jerk his hips. Mason pushed his tongue deeper, opening him up. He was tight, and Mason would need to spend time prepping him, but that wasn’t happening tonight, and he knew that. The way Zeb was jerking his hips and panting, he was already close. Mason continued to feast on him.

“Oh, God . . . Mason . . . I’m gonna . . . fuck . . . oh my God!”

As Mason knew he’d hit the point of no return, he used his thumb to push down hard on Zeb’s taint, delaying ejaculation and prolonging his orgasm. Zeb cried out as his body convulsed, and Mason continued to eat his hole, feeling the muscles clench on the tip of his tongue. He couldn’t wait to feel that around his cock.

He kissed up Zeb’s body and licked his ear again, getting another shudder.

“Did you enjoy that, sweetheart?”

Zeb mumbled incoherently.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He smiled. “Don’t move.”

More mumbling, but he guessed Zeb had no intention of moving. He walked into the bathroom. His own cock was painfully hard, but he could wait. Mason wet a cloth with warm water and walked back into the bedroom. Zeb’s breathing had slowed, and his eyes were closed; he was asleep. Mason cleaned him up without waking him and tucked him under the covers. Then he removed the rest of his own clothes before getting into bed and pulling Zeb into his arms. They were heading back to New York tomorrow, and their lives, but with one significant change. Zeb was his, and Mason was never letting him go.

CHAPTER 19

ZEB

Zeb woke up in Mason’s arms. He still couldn’t believe this was real. Good things didn’t happen to Zeb Carter—well, they did, but not with romance. He’d never experienced such intense pleasure as he had from Mason’s hands and tongue. They hadn’t even fucked yet, and he’d had the best orgasms of his life. Today, they were heading back to New York, and Zeb was nervous. Based on the group chat, word had got out to their friends about him and Mason, and he knew they’d be supportive as they’d all been encouraging it for years, but it was everyone else. Mason was a famous chef. He didn’t like the spotlight, but his was a name everyone important in New York knew. He attended galas and events. What were they going to think about him being with a former street hustler?

“I can hear you thinking,” said Mason, his voice more gravelly than usual from sleep.

He pulled Zeb closer, kissing his neck, and Zeb could feel Mason’s morning wood pressing against his ass. That thing was massive, and he couldn’t wait to have it inside him. It hadn’t happened last night, because he would remember that, and he’d definitely be feeling it today. He remembered Mason rimming him for what felt like hours, and after he’d cum, there was nothing. Had he passed out?

“What time do we have to be on the road?” asked Zeb.

“We’ll leave after breakfast, so we can go home and I can freshen up before evening service. You can move all your stuff into our room.”

Zeb stiffened. “What?”

“I thought I’d made myself clear, Zeb. You’re mine now.”

He smiled. It wasn’t the first time a man had said that to him, but the warmth in Mason’s tone was different to anything he’d experienced before. He pushed his ass against Mason’s cock and wiggled his hips.

“What are you doing?” Zeb could hear the smile in his voice.

“Seeing if you’re awake.”

Mason hummed, and his hand closed around Zeb’s cock.

“I see you’re awake as well, but you’re going to have to wait two minutes because I need a piss.”

Zeb laughed. Mason kissed his neck again and pulled away. He went into the bathroom, and Zeb pulled Mason’s pillow into his arms, inhaling his scent. He was still nervous about what to expect when they got back to New York. When Mason walked out of the bathroom, his dick was soft, but still swung between his legs. Who would have guessed he was packing something like that? It had to be a nine-incher, and not like one of those on Grindr, which was really only six and a half. Zeb had measured his own, and he was eight; Mason was bigger.

“See something you like?” asked Mason.

Zeb realized he’d been staring at Mason’s junk, but when their eyes met, he was smiling. He picked up his phone and frowned at it.

“Everything okay?”

“Message from Alison, telling me to look outside.”

Mason opened the drapes, and they immediately saw the snow. It had to be at least a foot deep, if not more. Had all that come down overnight? Mason walked out into the living room and came back a minute later.

“Looks like we won’t be going home today.”

“What?”