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Mason smiled. “Sorry about storming in here like a Neanderthal. It’s just Dante has a bit of a reputation. He puts Ryder to shame.”

Zeb laughed. “I liked you being all caveman.”

“Really?” he asked, his voice hesitant. “I know you don’t like men being possessive of you. I don’t know what came over me.”

“Mason, it’s not a problem. I promise. You know I would never do anything to hurt you.”

“Of course I do,” he said, gripping Zeb’s hand. “I’m still scared I might lose you again, though.”

Zeb stood up and sat in Mason’s lap, and he kissed him. A wolf whistle from Anders broke them apart. The lady who owned the craft store, and was in her sixties, was fanning herself with the menu, which made everyone laugh.

“Sweetheart, will you let me take you back to the cabin and show you how much I love you?”

Zeb’s breath caught. Mason was smiling at him, his fingers gently stroking his hair. He’d wanted Mason to say those words for two years. It felt as if his heart might burst with happiness. He knew what Mason was asking of him, and he was ready to give that to him, as he knew he’d be safe. Zeb said the four words he’d been longing to say aloud for two long years.

“I love you too.”

CHAPTER 20

MASON

Mason didn’t waste a second when they got back to the cabin. He tossed Zeb over his shoulder and carried him into the bedroom. Mason placed him down gently and kissed him. It was firm, but he didn’t deepen it; he needed to be certain first.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?”

“Yes . . . please, Mason . . . I need you.”

He kissed Zeb again, deepening it this time, his tongue demanding entrance, which Zeb willingly gave. Mason wanted to take his time, but he also craved to be inside the man he loved.

“Take off all your clothes and lie on your back.”

Zeb didn’t hesitate. Mason wanted to watch him undress, but he had to get his own clothes off. Once they were both naked, Mason covered Zeb’s body with his, and their cocks brushed against each other, sending a pulse of electricity through him. Mason kissed Zeb again, gripping his face. He kept checking that Zeb was okay, and the glazed look in his eyes was enough for Mason to keep going. He moved down Zeb’s body, licking and biting his nipples. Zeb moaned loudly. Another spot he’d found when exploring his body over the last few days.

Reaching Zeb’s cock, Mason licked all the way up the shaft. He pulled back the foreskin, revealing the glistening tip. Precum leaked profusely, so Mason licked it all up, causing Zeb to practically launch off the bed. He then took him down to the root. His throat took a moment to adjust, and he almost gagged, but he’d worked on that over the years. He might have been career focused, but he’d still enjoyed himself during his twenties.

“Mason, you need to stop . . . I’m already close.”

He didn’t stop, and he pressed a finger against Zeb’s entrance, which he knew would be enough. His mouth filled with Zeb’s salty cum, and he swallowed it all down. Releasing his cock from his mouth, Mason moved up the bed and kissed Zeb again. He was still trembling from his orgasm. Not the only one he’d be having by the time Mason was done with him.

“Turn over,” he said.

“But I thought we were . . .” He trailed off, looking bashful.

When it was something for himself, Zeb would get tongue-tied. Several times, he’d pitched for a raise or a bonus for someone on the team, but he’d never asked for himself—although he didn’t need to; Mason saw everything he did.

“I’m just going to get you ready, and I need to eat my favorite meal first.”

Zeb snorted.

“I know . . . that sounded better in my head. Do not tell Hunter or Felix. If that gets back to Ryder, he’ll bring it up all the time.”

Zeb burst out laughing, so Mason used his strength to flip Zeb over and then tickled his sides. He screamed with laughter.

“Are you going to keep your mouth shut?”

“Yes, yes . . . please stop.”

Mason moved away with a smile.