Colt’s gaze never faltered from his, not even for a blink, as he rolled a condom over himself, slathered lube on them both, and then slowly but surely entered Mason’s body.
Mason keened, arched into the welcome intrusion, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
“Look at me,” Colt ordered.
Mason opened his eyes, and Colt leaned down. This time when their lips met, there was nothing gentle about the kiss. This kiss curled Mason’s toes and set every nerve ending on fire. This kiss demanded everything from Mason as it devoured him. Mason gave back as much as he got, and it was heaven. There was no other word for it. Pure heaven.
Colt rocked into him with a steady, hard-pounding rhythm, and Mason bucked up to greet each thrust. God, he was going to feel this tomorrow. He would relish every twinge.
A whisper in the back of his mind tried to spoil the moment, taunting that tomorrow Colt would no longer have a reason to stay on the ranch, but then Colt pegged his prostate, and he saw stars. There were no more whispers in his mind. Only Colt and the beautiful burn of every contact point and the high he rode that kept climbing and climbing and climbing.
He shouted, blindsided by an orgasm that felt like it rocked the entire house. His body convulsed and shuddered, and he had a fleeting thought that it would never stop, that he would live in a permanent orgasmic state. But when his body was the most fully spent of his entire life and the tremors began to ease, the world outside his skin began to creep in.
Colt collapsed over him, his breath coming fast and hot and gusting over Mason’s sweat-dampened skin.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life,” Mason managed to say.
Colt grunted. “Same.”
They stayed that way for a few minutes while heartbeats slowed and pulses returned to normal, and then Mason shivered for another reason—cooling sweat.
Colt slowly extracted himself and then staggered to the bathroom. Mason got up and followed him. He met Colt’s gaze in the mirror, and at Colt’s smile, he kissed the ball of his shoulder. Colt reached for a cloth, but Mason shook his head. He stepped backward, watching Colt in the mirror as he turned on the shower.
“Good idea,” Colt rasped and followed Mason to stand under the hot spray.
Mason lost himself in the act of washing Colt while Colt washed him—sudsy hands sliding over defined muscle, a firm ass, heavy balls, and a soft but weighty penis. Afterward, they crawled into Mason’s bed together. Colt lay on his back, and Mason curled into him with his head on Colt’s chest.
Overall, the day had been pretty shitty, but Colt had seen to it the day would end on a good note for Mason. And holy hell, the note was beyond good. It was sheer perfection.
“I never stopped loving you,” Mason said after a few minutes of silence.
He didn’t have to look at Colt to know he was smiling. He could feel it.
“I love that I still love you,” he replied with a lightness to his voice that snaked warmly into Mason’s chest.
He snuggled deeper into Colt’s side.
“What do we do now?” Mason asked.
Colt was quiet for a long moment, and just as Mason was about to doze off with his question unanswered, Colt said, “Now we get some sleep.”
For the first time in a long while, Mason awoke with a sense of peace he didn’t have to spend time with the wild ones or nature to find. A solid, warm body was wrapped around him. He wiggled back, closer to Colt, loving how their bodies molded together so perfectly.
Colt nudged his nose into the back of Mason’s neck and sighed. “I could get used to this.”
Mason didn’t say anything in response, afraid that Colt wasn’t awake enough to realize what he’d just said. If he had more confidence in a possible future with Colt, now that they’d reconnected and the threat to him was over, he would have answered that that was what he wanted. To wake up every morning with Colt wrapped around him.
Two fuzzy-eared heads popped up over the top of the mattress on Mason’s side of the bed, and Mason smiled at his four-legged besties. They seemed as happy as Mason was at the recent turn of events, but more likely, they were just excited he was finally awake and wanted him to let them out.
“Demanding beasts,” he teased affectionately.
“Me?”
Mason chuckled. “No. The dogs want out.”
“Aren’t they smart enough to let themselves out?”
“Ha! That is one thing I would never teach them,” Mason replied. “They get away with enough around here as it is.”
