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“Whatever,” Sean said as he shoved him away and stormed out of the bathroom.

“Stop!” At the commanding tone in Mason’s voice Sean stilled. He waited, his eyes glued to the rumpled bedding that still reeked of the scent of sex. He couldn’t turn to face him.

Sean sensed Mason stepping closer. “I…I’m not sure I really thought this through.” The uncertainty, the tentativeness in Mason’s voice was in direct contrast to his former autocratic tone.

Part of Sean’s heart dropped into the soles of his bare feet. He knew this would happen. He sighed. “Enough said. I’ll get my shit and be out of here before you get back from work.”

“No,” Mason snapped and Sean wondered if that was panic he heard in his voice. The weight of Mason’s palm on his shoulder was a balm to his confused heart. “I just…I wasn’t prepared for all these old emotions to come back. I…I shouldn’t be having these feelings. She’s my wife and I love her.”

“You asked for this!”

“I asked for it for her. I feel like I’m taking more from it than she is and that was never my intention.”

“Okay.”

“You don’t understand, Sean—”

“No need to spell it out. Like I said, just let me get a shower and grab my stuff.”

“I don’t want you to leave!”

Sean turned on him. “Then what the fuck do you want, Mason?”

He found himself suddenly toppled back onto the bed, Mase’s mouth hard and punishing over his. He gripped Mason’s damp hair in a tight fist and rolled on top of him only to be forced to roll over again. Mase’s towel fell away and the heat of their cocks struck like matches against tinder, burning hotly against one another. Mase’s mouth kissed down his throat and bit at his shoulder.

Sean was taken in an iron grip. Mase pulled hard on his cock and Sean’s hand touched on the bottle of lube left tangled in the sheets from the night before. “Here.”

Mase grabbed the lube and quickly filled his palm with oil and began stroking his own flesh until it gleamed hot and shiny. He backed off the bed and Sean rolled to his stomach, swiveling his hips to plant his feet firmly on the floor. Mason wasted no time. Sean’s feet were kicked apart and then Mase’s cock nudging at his hole. Their breathing was the only sound for a split second and then his rectum stretched around Mase’s wide cock.

It had been years since anyone had fucked him there. Thirteen to be exact. Never had he ever wanted another man the way he wanted Mase. He would be a lying fool to deny that he loved the man. The prick of tears and an unfamiliar tightness in his throat were the prelude to Mase filling him in one fast, hard push. Forgotten sensations wracked his mind and thrilled his body.

Once seated deep inside, Mase didn’t take Sean hard as he expected he would. Rather, he gentled his hold and seemed to fold himself over Sean’s body, blanketing him, caressing him, making love to him. Slow and deep, Mason seemed to pour his heart and soul into each stroke.

This was what Sean had been afraid of, loving two people at once. While a short affair with consulting adults was all well and good, emotions and pasts made things altogether messy. The sudden awareness of his feelings for Liberty exacerbated everything.

Mason’s lips pressed into his back as he whispered endearments over his flesh. “I don’t know if I can lose you again. I wasn’t expecting to feel so much for you. I thought I was over you.”

“I’m sorry,” he ground out. Sean was so sorry for so many things. Mase probably suspected he was apologizing for complicating their lives by showing up, but in truth he was sorry for lacking the courage Mase deserved from him thirteen years ago. He was sorry and ashamed that he couldn’t stand up to his father, a man who had never loved him, for the man who had never done anything but love him. And now…now he had fallen in love with his wife as well.

“I didn’t expect it to hurt like this. I can’t seem to accept you leaving again.”

At that, Sean pulled away and Mase let him go. He turned and kneeled on the bed, facing his boy. Pain stitched into his heart at the sight of a deluge of tears running down Mason’s face. With a gentle hand Sean wiped away the salty drops, cupping the beautiful face, and kissed him.

“I should have never left, Mason. I was a fool. I knew it the moment I left, I know it now, and I will know it when I’m an old man leaving this world with no one to love me.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, but it isn’t enough anymore. You have Liberty and your life is with her. All this pain, it’s my fault. It’ll always be my fault and I’m so sorry. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it. You want me to go? I’ll go.”


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