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They barely spoke on the way back to the cabin, and Zeb felt like he was being dragged, which he had no objections to. What was Mason going to do once they were in private? Would they kiss, or more? Mason had said they’d talk. What did they have to talk about? Talking just gave time for Mason to change his mind. Zeb needed to be decisive here.

Mason opened the cabin door, which he hadn’t locked—this was that kind of town—and he turned toward Zeb. He opened his mouth to say something, but Zeb didn’t give him a chance as he jumped on him and crashed their lips together.

There was a second of hesitation from Mason, before he had Zeb pushed against the door and his tongue down his throat. There was no finesse. It was all passion and heat, and pent-up frustration from the last two years. Zeb was already hard, and he could feel Mason was as well as he ground their covered cocks together.

The kiss was everything he’d dreamed of and more. Mason’s hands were all over his body; they gripped his ass, and he let out a moan.

“I knew I could get you to make those noises for me,” said Mason.

Before he could respond, Mason’s mouth was on him again, and he was pulling at Zeb’s coat. No wonder he was hot all over. He was still dressed for outside. The cabin heating was on, and his whole body was on fire as Mason devoured his mouth.

Once his layers were off, Mason removed his own, his lips never leaving Zeb’s. The man’s tongue dominated his mouth. He felt the temperature change around his cock and realized Mason had unbuckled his pants. Mason dropped to his knees, which was the last thing Zeb was expecting.

“Can I taste you, Zeb?”

Zeb wasn’t sure what to say. The words caught in his throat. Was he asking for permission? It was something he’d never experienced before, so it was hard to hold back his tears. He just nodded his head. Mason gripped his cock and gave it a few strokes.

“Who knew you were hiding this in those tight pants you wear to tease me.”

Zeb giggled. He couldn’t help it. Hunter had said his ass looked good in those pants, so he’d bought half a dozen pairs. Zeb knew he had a bigger than average cock, mainly because he’d seen annoyance on the faces of his exes that he was bigger than them, but what did it matter. He’d always been a bottom. This was going to be the first time he experienced being on the receiving end of a blow job. Mason looked up at him with fire in his eyes.

“And uncut as well, my favorite.”

Before he could say anything, Zeb’s legs almost buckled as the heat of Mason’s mouth encased his cock. This was going to be over far too quickly if Mason kept doing that. And what if this was their only time? He wanted Mason inside him more than anything, and all he could do was put his palms flat against the wall as the pleasure almost overwhelmed him.

Mason took more of Zeb’s cock down his throat, and gripped his ass harder, encouraging him to thrust, which he did. His orgasm was getting close, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“Mason, you need to stop. I’m gonna cum,” he said, although he wasn’t sure how. His brain had turned to mush.

The man hummed and doubled down, determined to suck those mushed brains through Zeb’s cock. He had wanted to warn Mason, as it was something nobody had ever done for him. Zeb thrust his hips twice more and moaned out his release. It was the most intense orgasm of his life. He hadn’t cum for a few weeks, so there was a lot, and Mason took it all down. Zeb’s legs finally gave way, and he slid down onto the floor. Mason had a smile on his face as he wiped his mouth. He leaned forward to kiss Zeb, and he wasn’t able to stop himself from bursting into tears.

CHAPTER 16

MASON

Mason had fucked up.

He’d gotten carried away and pushed too quickly. Zeb had initiated the kiss, and he should have had some restraint, but as soon as their lips had met, two years of pent-up feelings had come rushing out. Mason had needed to claim him. Part of him had wanted to drag Zeb into the bedroom and bury himself inside him, but his brain had been alert enough not to do that. But that didn’t matter. He’d still been driven by his desire, and now Zeb was hurt. Would Zeb be able to forgive him? Had he messed things up before they’d even started? Having people around the town assume they were a couple all day had given him a feeling he hadn’t ever had with a partner: contentment. Now he just felt wretched.

Mason tentatively reached out for Zeb, wanting to pull him into his arms. He willingly leaned into Mason’s touch, which was enough for Mason to know there was still hope.

“I’m so sorry, Zeb. I shouldn’t have pushed you,” he said, kissing the top of his head.

Zeb was trying to speak, but it just came out as another sob.

“You don’t need to say anything. This is on me. I should have known you weren’t ready.”

Zeb started shaking his head and pulled away so he could look Mason in the eyes. There was a look of fury on his face. This was worse than he thought.

“Don’t you dare, Mason Reid . . . I’ve waited two years for this . . .”

Mason was confused. It seemed he had still fucked up, but for another reason.

“I should have asked if you were ready.”

“I am ready,” he said, anger flashing in his eyes again.

“Then why are you crying and also looking like you want to punch me?”