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It starts soft, grateful, but quickly deepens. I rise onto my toes, sliding my arms around his neck, not caring that I’m getting his white t-shirt wet. Mason growls low in his throat, lifting me effortlessly onto the edge of the counter. Dishes are forgotten. His mouth moves to my neck, sucking gently, while his hands slide under my sweater, palms hot against my bare skin.

“Mason…” I breathe, legs wrapping around his hips.

My Daddy kisses me again, harder, tongue teasing mine as one hand squeezes my pecs, one after the other, his grip firm and commanding.

His other hand grips my ass, pulling me flush against the growing hardness in his jeans. Heat pools low in my belly, every touch chasing away the last remnants of yesterday’s sadness.

I can feel my cock hardening all the way. This feels right. It’s hotter than the sun, and right now I really want to get burned.

We make out like teenagers right there in the kitchen—messy, hungry, laughing softly when I accidentally knock a spoon off the counter.

Mason’s hands are everywhere, reverent and possessive at the same time. I tug at the hem of his t-shirt, wanting it off, wanting him.

Mason pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against mine, both of us breathing hard. “We’re not finishing these dishes tonight, are we?”

I giggle, shaking my head. “Nope.”

“Good.” He lifts me off the counter, my legs still wrapped around him, and starts carrying me toward the stairs. “Because I’ve got a much better way to spend the rest of the evening.”

As he carries me up to his big bed, firelight flickering below and soulful music following us, I feel like tonight is just about to change everything between us forever…

Chapter 12

Mason

I carry Luke up the stairs like he weighs nothing, his legs wrapped tight around my waist, his arms around my neck, and his mouth on mine the whole way.

We’ve been waiting for this.

Just about holding back our passion.

But it’s happening now, and it feels right.

Every step feels heavier with need. By the time I push open the bedroom door, I’m rock hard and aching for him. The firelight from downstairs flickers up through the open loft, casting warm shadows across the big king bed I built myself.

I lay Luke down gently in the center of the mattress, then straighten up, drinking in the sight of his flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes dark with the same hunger I feel.

I brace one knee on the bed and brush a strand of hair from his face.

“You sure you’re ready, little one?” I ask, knowing the answer but wanting to make sure anyway. “We don’t have to rush anything.”

Luke reaches up, cupping my jaw, his thumb stroking over my stubble. “I’ve wanted this since the moment you saved me under that barbell,” he whispers. “I’m ready, Daddy. I want you. All of you. I want that big Daddy dick right now and I want it all the way.”

Those words snap something inside me.

I kiss Luke hard, pouring every ounce of the feelings I’ve been holding back into it. My hands move over his body, peeling away his sweater, then his t-shirt, until he’s bare from the waist up.

Fuck, he’s got a great body. Slender but strong. And so damn soft too.

I take my time worshipping his pecs… sucking one nipple into my mouth while rolling the other between my fingers… until he’s arching and whimpering beneath me.

“Daddy,” Luke moans as he sucks on his fingers and looks at me with eyes full of pure animalistic lust.

Clothes disappear in a rush after that.

Jeans, briefs, my shirt, my boxers. Skin on skin feels like coming home. I settle between his thighs, my cock heavy against his own thumpingly hard dick, but I don’t move to his ass just yet.

I kiss down Luke’s body instead—collarbone, ribs, belly, until I reach the sweet spot between his legs. His dick tastes like heaven as it fills my mouth.