He swallows hard, his head nodding slowly as he looks down between our bodies. “I’m ready.”
I smile and lean forward, kissing him softly and giving him a little more time before I pull nearly all the way out and then slide into him again at a leisurely pace. We set a slow rhythm, and when I wrap my hand around his shaft, stroking him in time with my thrusts, it doesn’t take long before his ass is clenching around me, and he releases into my hand, his sticky cum covering us both.
I let go after that, my hips snapping forward until I cry out with pleasure, filling the condom inside him and collapsing onto his body.
“Holy shit. We’re doing that again.”
I chuckle and push off his body, slowly pulling out of him and rolling onto my back next to him. “Not tonight, we aren’t.”
“Oh, come on. I’m sure you can get it up again.” He turns to his side, mocking me with a great big smile on his face.
“That’s not what I meant.” I roll to my side to look into his eyes. “Are you sore?”
He leans forward kissing my lips. “In the best way.”
“Well, I suppose if you want to do it again, you could fuck me then,” I say, kissing him hard and falling back into just being here with him.
I’m not worrying about him being local or what we are to each other. It doesn’t matter.
I’ve come to realize in the very short time I’ve known Mason when it’s right, it’s right.
And it certainly feels right with him.
Chapter ten
Mason
“I think I want to tell my parents. You know, about me being gay,” I say quietly, holding hands with Owen as we lie naked in his bed, totally sated from an afternoon of fooling around. God, my hand feels really good wrapped in his.
“Yeah?” he asks me cautiously.
My voice trembles a little. “Yeah. I mean, I’m scared, but deep down, I know they love me.”
“You know you don’t have to rush it.” I do know that. But the truth is, this past month with Owen—going on walks with him, hand in hand, and going to dinner with him with no one saying a word about it—has helped me in ways I don’t even know how to explain.
“I want to.” I smile, but I’m nervous as I look over at Owen. “I want to tell them about you.” I want to tell them everything about this sexy stranger, who now knows more about me than anyone else on the planet. Who’s made it okay for me to freely be myself. Who gave me a job in the kitchen at his restaurant while I figure out what I want to do with my life. Who’s started helping Sarah, Patty, and me fix up my grandfather’s old cabin.
Who’s taught me there’s no rush and that he’ll be there every step of the way as I figure things out for myself.
The right side of his mouth quirks into a knowing, happy grin. “Yeah?”
My parents will be fine with it. I think they may have already known and had been trying to find subtle ways to tell me they accepted me even before I left. I’ll tell them, and I know in my heart they’ll be really happy about Owen. Probably concerned as any parent would be about their child meeting someone new, but they’ll love him. “Yeah.” I lean over and kiss him softly, my hand resting on his cheek. “I mean, I know we haven’t really talked about it, but you’re important to me.”
“You’re important to me too,” he says easily, and my heart races in my chest.
“I think...” I take a deep breath, my heart speeding up even more, but I’m doing this. I spent my first eighteen years hiding a part of me. I’m not doing that anymore. “I think I’m in love with you.” Yup, I do. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but when the words come out of my mouth, I’ve never been so certain in my whole life about anything.
He gasps in surprise, but he doesn’t look upset. And even if he doesn’t say it back, I won’t regret it because I feel it deep inside my soul. I love this man. His expression morphs from shocked to happy as he takes a deep breath and then swallows hard. “I know I’m in love with you. I just didn’t want to scare you.”
“I don’t scare easily,” I say and lean into a deep kiss with him, feeling it all the way to my toes. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
We kiss like that for a while, letting our limbs tangle and taking the time. “We should probably take a shower,” I say reluctantly.
“Right. Double date.”
I smile at that, making myself pull away from him and climb off the bed. But I’m really happy my best friend found love at nearly the exact same time I did. Patty and Sarah are going strong.
