In His Sights Page 20

  “I need some fresh air.” Noah moved around Mason and headed for the door. Before he walked out, he turned around and said, “I’m not running away this time. I just need to think. By myself for a while.”

  Running away was exactly what Mason thought Noah planned. His face heated and he whispered, “Okay.”

  For the next thirty minutes, Mason paced the house, wondering if he’d done the right thing.

  Mason stood in the kitchen when the front door opened. He didn’t move. Noah walked into the room and stepped over to the coffee pot. Mason didn’t say anything either. He’d promised he wouldn’t, when Noah let him speak earlier. Now the ball lay in Noah’s court. Noah had to decide what he’d do next. Mason just prayed it was the right thing.

  Mason’s stress level rose as Noah leaned on the counter with his coffee in hand, staring out the window with a faraway expression on his face.

  Mason took that as his cue. “I’m going to get dressed.”

  “Put on some sweats. We’ll head to the gym.”

  Guess their discussion was truly over. “Sounds good.”

  By the time the men finished at the gym, it was late afternoon.

  They rode home in silence, both obviously feeling the effects of the day.

  “You hungry?”

  “I can eat again.”

  “Let’s eat out. What do you feel like?”

  “Fish?”

  The way Noah scrunched up his face when asking had Mason wondering if he was thinking of the smell.

  “Fish sounds great. There’s a little place out by the lake. They serve local catch as well as all the big ones.”

  “Perfect.”

  “Since we showered at the gym we could head right there, unless you want to go home and change.”

  “Nope. I’m good to go.”

  Mason turned the truck around. His stomach muscles tightened. What would they talk about at dinner? Noah seemed to be in such a good mood, Mason didn’t want to ruin it.

  They arrived at the restaurant in minutes. The hostess sat them along the back wall with a view of the lake. Mason had forgotten how romantic the place could be. He hoped Noah wouldn’t have a problem being seen with Mason there.

  Instead of appearing uncomfortable, Noah peered around the room as if he appreciated the atmosphere.

  “Everything smells delicious in here.”

  “Always,” Mason agreed.

  The server walked over and told both men the specials. Mason chose linguine and clam sauce and, although not local, Noah went with mahi mahi.

  When the server left, Mason’s stomach tightened for fear they’d have nothing to talk about until their food showed up, with both their brains stuck on the events from earlier and the day before.

  “I forgot to tell you about my last cruise.”

  With Noah’s words, Mason let out the breath he’d been holding. There was no need to worry. No matter what happened, he and Noah were friends first, and friends had plenty to talk about.

  “When did you go on a cruise?” It had been over a year since they’d seen each other, but with Noah having a new job, Mason didn’t think he’d have already taken a vacation.

  “I’m talking about my job.”

  Mason smiled. “Oh. Okay. Cruise. I like that.”

  “Think it makes it more festive.” Noah’s smile had Mason melting in his seat.

  “No, you didn’t tell me anything. How’s it going?” Mason really wanted to ask how long Noah had before he shipped out again, but he didn’t want to sound pushy. Besides, Mason had to go back to work next week. Hell, he should have already been back, at least working from home, as the case wouldn’t figure itself out.

  Stuck in his own head, Mason hadn’t noticed the silence at the table until Noah broke it. “Hey, what’s the matter?”

  “Huh?”

  “You looked as if you’ve eaten something bad. Everything okay?”

  “Just thinking about a case I’m working on.” The truth rushed out of Mason’s mouth.

  Noah’s focus moved from Mason, to the far wall, and his hands lay fidgeting on the table. Did Noah think Mason was thinking about what had transpired earlier, and was Noah afraid Mason would bring it up again? Mason had promised he wouldn’t, and he had no intention of breaking that promise. He needed Noah to understand that. But instead of coming out and saying so, Mason said, “Come on. Tell me about your last cruise.”

  Noah’s smile came back. “It’s not the job, but what happened while I was on it.”

  Excited at how elated Noah seemed, Mason was eager to hear what occurred. “Well, come on. Spill it.”

  * * * *

  Noah couldn’t believe he’d waited this long to tell Mason what’d come up. Guess he’d had too much other shit on his mind. He smiled at Mason, who appeared as if he sat on the edge of his seat waiting to hear what Noah had to say.

  Noah’s smile grew. “One of the guys I’m working with is leaving after the next mission. He’s hooking up with his brother-in-law who works for this private security firm. They do a bunch of shit for high level CEOs, celebrities, but one of their main clients is America.”

  “What do you mean, America?”

  “Just what it sounds like. They do a lot of shit alongside, or in place of the military. These guys—and girls—fill a niche created by the drawing back of troops—the military’s need to outsource. They go in where only Special Forces once trekked. And the people, they’re all retired military.”

  “That’s cool.”

  “I’m not even up to the best part. The guy put me in touch with the brother-in-law, who said they’d be interested in meeting with me.” Noah put his hands on his lap. Excitement had them shaking, and he didn’t want Mason to notice. He’d be too embarrassed.

  “Are you considering it?” Mason’s expression was unreadable.

  “Of course I am. The choice of continuing as an over-glorified babysitter, or getting back to do what I do best, the closest I’ll ever get to being a SEAL again without reenlisting, isn’t even a real choice.”

  “That’s fucking awesome. I mean it, Noah, really awesome.” Mason’s smile was electric.

  “I know, right?” Noah bounced in his seat, and he didn’t care who noticed. He hadn’t felt this happy in a very long time, and the fact he could share it with Mason made it ten times better. “I have a few missions I’ve already committed to, but they’re short and will only run me through to the end of the year. In the meantime, I plan to meet with Jason and Cooper, the brother-in-law and the head guy, next month. When I’m back from my next cruise.”

  “That’s really great. I’m so happy for you. What’s the name of this company? I wonder if I’ve heard of them.”

  “It’s called THE Company. The ‘THE’ stands for the name of one of the guys who was supposed to be part of the original group who started it, but died in action before they had a chance.”

  Both men remained quiet for a moment, Noah sending up a quick prayer for all the guys lost while protecting the nation. It was something you never got over, no matter how long ago you left the uniform.

  Noah stared at Mason, still feeling like a giddy kid. “So, what do you think?” He was impatient waiting for more of Mason’s opinion.

  “The name sounds kind of familiar, but I can’t place why. You mind if I run them through my computer down at the Bureau? I don’t want to be a downer, just want to make sure they’re on the up and up. Wouldn’t want you to get mixed up with the wrong people.”

  “I get it. And I appreciate it. I was going to ask you if you’d check them out. See what pops up.” Noah was excited, but not so much he’d throw caution to the wind. He was truly grateful for Mason’s offer.

  The food came over and both men’s attention went to the plates in front of them, and shoveling the food into their mouths as fast as they could.

  In the back of Noah’s mind, he still fought about what Mason had told him he should do earlier, but for now, he left it in the back and focused
on the good in his life. Which not only included the possibility of a new job, but also Mason.

  Finished with his meal, Noah leaned back in his seat. As the waitress came over and cleared his and Mason’s plates, Noah rubbed his stomach.

  “That was delicious. I’m stuffed. Ready for a nap.”

  Mason removed his phone from his pocket and checked the time. “It’s 07:30 P.M. If we nap now, we won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

  “Have a feeling we can think of something that’ll help tire us out.” Noah’s cock twitched with the thought. He glanced around the room, trying to find their waitress again. He aimed to get the check, then get Mason home.

  The smile on Mason’s face told Noah the other man knew exactly what Noah was talking and thinking about.

  They’d barely made it in the house when Mason pushed Noah up against the wall and pulled his shirt off.

  “Yours, too,” Noah mumbled as he tried to grab on to Mason’s shirt. Mason wouldn’t release Noah’s mouth long enough to pull the clothing over Mason’s head. Noah growled in frustration into Mason’s mouth. Mason smiled but still didn’t release Noah’s mouth. Giving up, Noah let the material hang around Mason’s neck as Noah let his fingers scratch down Mason’s back. The move had Mason moaning into the kiss. Noah used the opportunity to take the kiss deeper. He may have been the one up against the wall, but that in no way made him the submissive participant.

  When they needed air, Mason pulled off, and Noah took the moment to discard Mason’s shirt. Noah stared at Mason’s muscles, Noah’s cock growing hard, then leaned down and licked Mason’s pecs. Mason’s body bucked and he grasped Noah’s head, holding him in place when he stopped to nip at Mason’s nipple. The tighter Mason’s grip grew the harder Noah bit down until Mason’s hands, instead of pulling Noah closer, pushed him away.

  “Too much. Go to the other side.” Mason’s words came out barely coherent, but Noah understood what Mason desired and obliged his request. Noah took Mason’s other nipple in his mouth and began to suck.

  “Harder. Oh God. Harder,” Mason begged.

  Mason’s fingers tightened their grip in Noah’s hair, keeping Noah in place. Noah continued to nip at the nub until Mason pulled Noah up, bringing their mouths together. Noah kept moving his hands all over Mason. He opened Mason’s pants and pushed them down as far as he could as his tongue ravaged Mason’s mouth. With enough room to gain access, Noah moved his hand into Mason’s boxer briefs and gripped his cock.

  Mason pulled back, taking a deep breath. Noah kissed his neck, savoring the salt and Mason’s flavor. Noah couldn’t get enough and licked under Mason’s ear.

  “You taste so good. So fucking good.”

  Mason arched his neck, giving Noah more room to operate; all the while, Noah kept sliding his hand along Mason’s engorged cock. Mason mewled as his hands moved their way down Noah’s chest. The heat from Mason’s touch had Noah’s cock ready to break free. Mason didn’t waste time. In seconds, he had Noah’s pants opened and his hand buried inside, grabbing hold of Noah’s cock. Noah sucked on Mason’s neck, then pulled off and licked the spot, moving on to suck another one, never staying so long as to mark his territory, as his hand continued to work Mason’s cock. Mason’s movements matched Noah’s. Moving up and down, Mason twisted his hand, the pace picking up and becoming maddening.

  Mason pumped his hips, causing Noah to stop his movement and squeeze, afraid Mason would come too quickly.

  Mason’s movements faltered. “What’s the matter?” he asked, moving so he could look Noah in the eyes.

  “Don’t want to end this too quickly.”

  Confusion marred Mason’s face.

  “I want you inside me when you come,” Noah clarified.

  Mason remained still for a second, Noah thinking he’d shocked the man, but then slowly a smile spread across Mason’s face. He moved in and took Noah’s mouth hostage in a demanding kiss. Before Noah realized what happened, Mason pulled away.

  Before Noah complained, Mason released Noah’s cock and grabbed his hand.

  “Come on,” Mason said as he guided Noah toward the bedroom, stopping half way there to pull his pants a little higher.

  Noah’s ass quivered, and his cock felt ready to come. The thought of Mason inside him would be enough to set him off. And from the desire in Mason’s gaze, Noah could tell Mason stood on the edge, too. They needed to cool down, or they’d both spill too soon.

  As they walked into the room, Noah voiced his concern. “We need to slow down, or I’m going to come.”

  “Isn’t that the point?” Mason asked with a devilish smirk on his face.

  Fuck it. Noah smiled. He’d come again if he exploded too soon.

  “You want to slow down, we’ll slow down,” Mason said as he pushed Noah down on to the bed. “I’ll give you a break and not touch you.”

  “That’s not what I meant,” Noah insisted.

  “Get naked,” Mason demanded as he stood watching Noah.

  Noah didn’t say another word; instead he did as Mason told him, shucking his pants and throwing them over to the chair.

  “Good. Now I want you to take your cock in one hand, and your balls in the other. Squeeze your balls until you’re off the edge.”

  Again, Noah did as Mason instructed. Tugging on his balls gave him relief.

  “Better?” Mason asked.

  “Much.”

  “Good. Now move your hand. Play with yourself.”

  Noah craved Mason’s hands on him, but instead of arguing, he followed Mason’s orders.

  He moved his hand the way he liked and continued to play with his balls; all the while, Mason watched but didn’t move. Mason’s hardened cock was evidence to how Noah’s movements affected him.

  “Stand up.” Mason eyes remained glued on Noah’s.

  Mason stepped up on the bed, in front of Noah, his hands on the ceiling for balance. Mason’s cock stood at attention inches away from Noah.

  Not needing any more orders, Noah leaned in and nuzzled his head against Mason’s groin. He inhaled deeply, taking in Mason’s scent. Then he moved back and licked Mason’s cock from tip to root. Noah came back to the tip, slowly parted his lips, and took the whole shaft into his mouth. Mason sucked in a breath. Noah hummed his pleasure with the dick lodged in the back of his throat, then watched as Mason closed his eyes and whimpered, enjoying the vibrations surrounding his cock. Noah swallowed one more time before pulling off and starting the process over. He sucked Mason down, then came almost all the way out, this time waiting for Mason to push himself back in. Noah yearned for Mason to be rough with him.

  Mason caught on quickly.

  His hands latched on to Noah’s hair and he tightened his grip before he pumped his hips. In and out, the pace increasing, gagging Noah, but he wouldn’t change a thing. In too short a time, Mason pulled off Noah, grabbing at his own balls and gripping them tight.

  “Fuck. Fuck,” Mason cried out, and Noah smiled as he used his arm to wipe his mouth.

  “Proud of yourself?” Mason asked.

  Noah smiled in response. Mason moved around the bed and pulled out the lube and a condom. He threw the liquid toward Noah.

  “Get yourself ready for me.”

  Noah grabbed the bottle and repositioned himself on the bed. He lay back with his legs pulled up when his first finger slid in to his desperate hole. Mason’s gaze remained riveted on the action.

  When Noah finished with the first finger, instead of adding a second, he said, “Take me. I want to feel you. All of you.”

  Mason moved quickly. He ripped the condom open with his teeth and slid it on in record time. Then he positioned himself at Noah’s entrance.

  “I can’t be gentle,” Mason warned.

  “Don’t want you to be.”

  Mason moved up then slammed his cock balls deep into Noah. Noah roared, causing Mason to sit tight.

  “Move, please don’t stop,” Noah begged, and Mason did.

  Mason’s moveme
nts went from non-existent to manic, with Noah shouting out his pleasure the entire time. Noah wasn’t going to last long, but he didn’t care. He craved for Mason to fill him.

  The sensation began in his toes, then moved its way up, causing a fire in the pit of his stomach—before his mind could register it, an intense pleasure rocketed through his cock, making him think he might pass out.

  Mason was right there with him, catapulting into the abyss.

  Shudders racked their bodies and before Noah was ready, Mason pulled out, taking his warmth with him. Mason must have read the disappointment in Noah’s expression.

  “There was too much cum. It would’ve made a mess.”

  Noah peered between the two of them. Seeing the amount of cum Mason had spewed, he was grateful their lovemaking had had the same effect on Mason as it had on him.

  Noah woke first from their sex-induced coma. He peeked at Mason and smiled. He was so handsome. Noah still couldn’t believe his luck that Mason was interested in him. Even with his fucked up attitude, Mason was willing to put up with him. He was grateful.

  “What are you staring at?”

  Noah startled at Mason’s voice. “Thought you were asleep.”

  “Yeah? You decided to go all creepy on me and stare?”

  Noah laughed. “No. Was just thinking how pretty you are.”

  Mason opened one of his eyes. “Fuck you.”

  “What? I can’t tell you you’re pretty?”

  “No. Rugged, in top physical shape, even handsome is okay. But not pretty.”

  “Sorry. Don’t know what I was thinking.” Although he did, he tried to rile Mason up. From the smirk on Mason’s face, Mason figured it out.

  Noah closed his eyes and before he could catch on, Mason rolled on top of him.

  “Think I’m going to have to knock some sense into you, saying I’m pretty,” Mason said, his hands now holding Noah captive.

  “Got a better idea. Why don’t you just fuck it out of me?”

  “I can do that. Yeah, I think maybe I will.”

  And he did. One more time that night, before giving Noah the chance to fuck him. They fell asleep as the sun was about to rise.