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  They continued to kiss. Mason’s brain focused on getting as close to Noah as humanly possible. He stood stunned as Noah drew out of the kiss and spoke. “I have a plan.”

  Both men breathed raggedly.

  Mason leaned back in, trying to recapture Noah’s mouth. “I’m up with your plan if it includes moving into the bedroom.”

  Noah backed out of Mason’s reach. “Well, always. But not just yet.”

  “You sure?” Mason’s gaze focused on Noah’s mouth.

  As Noah moved back, he laughed. “Hold up. I promise we’ll get to that.”

  Mason pushed his hand down on his cock. “Party pooper.”

  “Sorry.”

  “So, let’s hear this great idea if it’s not taking this party upstairs.”

  “I was thinking since I don’t need to be in Vermont—only close to internet and an airport—I could move here.”

  Huh? “Why would you come here if you’re going to move? Why not head up to Vermont?”

  “Because you’re not in Vermont.”

  Mason stared, trying to force his brain to comprehend what Noah was saying.

  When Mason remained quiet for too long, Noah continued. “I thought I’d move here. Close to you. So we could maybe have a real relationship.” Noah’s complexion reddened, and his gaze searched around the room, peering everywhere except at Mason. “Unless that’s not what you want. I understand if you don’t.”

  Mason grabbed Noah’s hand and took Noah’s chin in his other hand, forcing him to look Mason in the eyes. “Nothing would make me happier. Noah, I love you and want nothing more than you to live with me.”

  “I love you, too, Mason. And we don’t have to live together. I understand if you need your own space.”

  “Is that what you want? To live apart? Maybe keep this relationship private?”

  “No. Absolutely not—but—”

  “—Me either.”

  Epilogue

  Exhaustion had Noah moving slowly. He crawled out of bed, careful to make as little movement as possible, not wanting to wake Mason. It’d been two days since their last mission, and Noah still felt the effects of minimal sleep in a very intense seventy-two hours.

  He couldn’t help the smile that filled his face. The memory of their last operation—not the part where he took a beating, giving worse then he’d got—but the part where Mason was alongside him the whole way, watching his six.

  It had been a no brainer for Mason to leave the Bureau, as his trust in the organization had been damaged beyond any hope of repair. And it also helped THE Company, where Noah worked, was highly interested in Mason joining them. So, for the past six months, he and Noah had gone on missions as part of THE Company. A few times they’d been on different assignments, but for the most part, their boss had seen the benefit of keeping them together.

  Noah padded into the kitchen to put the coffee on. He’d closed the bedroom door and counted on the aroma not making it in there. With the coffee brewing, he sat down with a bowl of cereal.

  He was surprised he was able to eat. His stomach the night before had been in a miserable state, the feeling of nausea roiling around and heartburn had held him hostage. But so far, so good. It seemed to have calmed.

  He finished eating debating on where to go from there. A run. Or a shower. A run would help get the blood pumping, but Mason might want to join him later. So, decision made, he’d take a shower.

  Noah walked into the bedroom to grab a pair of boxer briefs, careful not to make any noise. Mason lay on the bed with his arms wrapped around Noah’s pillow. Noah had half a mind to crawl back in there and take the snuggle for himself. Unfortunately, he had too much on his mind to sleep, and he needed a little more time for himself to go over all the events for the day. As he strode in the bathroom, the calm that had surrounded him while he ate quickly dissipated, and his thoughts went to the mission of the day. Well one of the missions.

  He needed to stop moving for a second and take a deep breath. He still couldn’t believe he was going to see the guys today—his team. When Mason had first suggested he get in touch with them, Noah thought when hell froze over, he’d think about it. After all, what the fuck would he say to them? Why had he left the SEALs? He couldn’t imagine telling them the truth—that he didn’t trust them. Because that had been the foundation of their relationship—trust in each other—trust they would have your back, and trust they were capable. And the fucked up thing was that he did trust them with his life. It was his fucking secret that he couldn’t tell them about. Guilt washed over him, and sweat coated his body. He was ashamed for being such a coward. And now he was getting a second chance. Something he wasn’t sure he deserved. But he’d take it nonetheless.

  It had been hard getting in touch with them; catching them when they were on American soil proved to be difficult. But once he spoke to one, it was as if the others were waiting, expecting his call. Which they probably were, because besides kicking ass, SEALs were also good at gossip.

  When he’d spoken to Ace, the man had been nothing but amazing. At the beginning of the call, Noah had felt awkward. More than awkward, he had felt as if he were having a full on heart attack. But by the end of the conversation, it had been as if they hadn’t missed a beat. Like they’d been talking all along, not missing the two-year gap.

  And now, today was the day. He’d be seeing them all. His pulse sped up, and his body overheated. The only thing that kept him from a full breakdown was the fact Mason was going with him. Mason would have his back. Fuck. What did he really think these guys would do to him?

  In the shower with his head under the warm water, Noah’s thoughts went to his next mission of the day. This one had his body tingling. He planned to ask Mason to marry him. They hadn’t really talked about it, but once. When they’d gone to the wedding of one of Mason’s former colleagues, one of the few he still spoke to. The wedding had been moving, both men in full blown love. Both Noah and Mason had agreed that they wanted it eventually, but that had been it. Although they didn’t talk about it, it was never far from Noah’s mind. Noah loved Mason so much, and he wanted the world to know.

  Mason was his family, and it was time to make it official. Noah had never wanted someone so much, both in his heart and in his soul, like he did Mason.

  He finished in the shower, pulled on his boxer briefs, and headed for the coat closet. That’s where he’d hidden the ring. In the pocket of his winter coat. It was eighty-two degrees out, so it was the perfect spot.

  He had just closed the door and was turned ready to head for the kitchen for another cup of coffee when hands wrapped around his waist. “Hey sexy, what are you doing? You’re headed the wrong way. You should be coming back to bed.”

  Noah turned around in Mason’s arms. “Good morning, sleepy head. I didn’t want to wake you.”

  “I don’t think there would have been a problem with that, especially if you did it with your mouth around my cock.”

  Noah’s dick twitched, and he rubbed it against Mason’s now growing hard-on. “Now that you’re awake, no need to waste it while you’re sleeping. Let’s head back to the room.”

  Mason gripped Noah’s hand and led him through the hallway. In the bedroom he didn’t bother with the light. There was enough coming in through the blinds.

  They stopped in front of the bed. Both men shucked their pajama pants and boxer briefs. Once naked, they fell into each other’s arms, and Noah quickly rammed his tongue into Mason’s mouth. Mason threaded his fingers through Noah’s hair, drawing him closer until their bodies ground together, causing their cocks to harden.

  Noah’s slid his hands down Mason’s back until he reached Mason’s ass, where he started to massage the firm globes, digging his fingers in.

  Mason drew out of the kiss. “Get on the bed,” he ordered. Noah, taking a deep breath, hopped on. Mason walked over to the dresser and grabbed the lube.

  Not staying apart for long, Mason climbed back on the bed and crawled to where Noah
waited for Mason on his knees. This time Mason owned the kiss, ravaging Noah’s mouth, licking every inch and nipping at Noah’s lips. Noah moved his hand to his throbbing cock and squeezed the hardness to keep from coming. He didn’t want this to be over too fast. He needed Mason to keep him sane, needed him more than he’d ever thought possible.

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  Mason’s words had Noah gripping his cock tighter. “Oh shit. Yeah. Okay.”

  Mason leaned back, sprawled out naked on the bed. He bent his legs, pulling his feet closer to his ass, letting Noah see all of him.

  “Want you to watch me,” Mason purred. Then he poured some lube on to his fingers and moved them to his taint. He rubbed, slipping backward to his quivering hole.

  Noah’s pulse pounded through his cock. He bit his lip and continued to squeeze his penis. He knew closing his eyes would be smart, but he couldn’t look away from Mason, who now slid his finger in and out of his hungry hole.

  As Mason added a second finger, pre-cum dribbled down his cock.

  Noah licked his lips then bent over, taking Mason’s cock in his mouth, sucking him to the back of his throat. Mason bucked off the bed, letting out a guttural moan that Noah felt in his cock.

  Noah swallowed Mason’s cock two more times before letting it slip out of his mouth, until Noah held just the head between his lips. Mason’s flavor leaked out of the spongy head and landed on Noah’s tongue, causing a heat to ignite in Noah’s body.

  Noah released Mason’s cock and licked his way to Mason’s balls. Noah teased the delicate sack with his tongue and Mason shivered. Having mercy, Noah sucked first one then the other ball into the warm confines of his mouth. Feeling them tighten, Noah carefully popped them out.

  “Fuck. I’m so close,” Mason said as he pulled his fingers from his ass.

  Noah was up and back at Mason’s mouth, feasting on him as if Mason were his last meal.

  “I want you hard and fast.” Mason said into Noah’s lips. Noah groaned into Mason’s mouth as he took Mason’s face between his hands, taking the kiss deeper.

  Seconds later, Noah hated ending the kiss, but he pulled back, both their breathing ragged. He looked into Mason’s eyes, the desire palpable. He took hold of his cock and lined it up to Mason’s entrance. Thanks to Mason’s preparation, Noah put his dick at Mason’s hole and slid in.

  Mason’s voice hummed with pleasure, as Noah continued to glide in deeper. Needing to be as close to Mason as possible, Noah leaned forward, and his torso covered Mason’s.

  Mason wrapped his arms and legs around Noah, as Noah gently canted. The slow motion was torture, but Noah wanted this to last. He adjusted himself, still going slowly, but gradually picking up the pace as he pegged Mason’s prostate.

  “Oh, Noah. Right there. Right there, baby.”

  Noah continued the movements, long and deep, while his gaze moved from Mason’s to watching his cock slide in and out of Mason’s body. Noah’s breathing became rushed, his grip on Mason’s thighs tightened, with all the love he felt for Mason coming to the forefront. When Noah’s eyes began to burn, he leaned in, nuzzled his nose to Mason’s neck, and took a deep breath. Noah’s senses were on overload, his heart filled to capacity. This would be the best day of his life.

  Mason’s nails scratched down Noah’s back, as Mason raised his hips to meet each of Noah’s thrusts.

  “Come on, baby. I’m so close. So. Close.” Mason’s voice was rough, his words sounding like a prayer. In answer, Noah’s pace turned furious, his hips slamming into Mason’s ass.

  The sound of their bodies colliding, the aroma of their bodies joining, and the view of Mason caught in ecstasy had Noah barreling toward the edge, completely out of control. And with nowhere else he’d rather be, Noah catapulted into the abyss, taking Mason right along with him.

  * * * *

  Noah had been high on adrenaline and nerves since they’d gotten back from their last mission. And he couldn’t keep going like that. Mason was thankful he’d been able to give him a release. Especially today. Mason peered at the now sleeping Noah, his heart melting.

  Mason knew how much Noah was dreading the day. Well, not really dreading, as he was excited to see his friends. It was more that he was weary as to how the reunion would go. Mason wished he could make it all better for Noah, assure him that everything would turn out okay. Mason had met all of Noah’s team back when Mason had been a Marine. The tightness of the group had been obvious. They’d have to be. Each member of the team was counted on in ways other people couldn’t fathom. Their bond was a strong one, and Mason couldn’t believe Noah being gay would cause any break in their chain.

  Mason stood up and left Noah asleep in the bed. He hadn’t slept well the night before, tossing and turning into the early morning hours.

  Mason took a pair of his boxer briefs out of their dresser and headed to the guest bathroom. The sound of the water running in their bathroom would disturb Noah.

  Feeling more awake, Mason stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel on the rack. With his body dry, he rubbed his hair then used his fingers to style it. He peered in the mirror and smiled. “Perfect.”

  Dressed in only his boxer briefs, he padded into the kitchen for coffee.

  At the door, he stopped. His gaze took everything in, but his brain didn’t let it register.

  Noah, dressed in his boxer briefs, stood in front of the butcher block, and from what Mason could tell Noah had every candle they owned lit and lining the counters and table top.

  It was actually all the aromas of the various waxes that first penetrated Mason’s brain. But he still stood quietly, staring at Noah.

  Noah held out his hand. “Come here, Mas.”

  Mason hesitated, then moved one foot forward, then the other. When he stood close enough to reach Noah, Mason held out his hand.

  Noah took one step forward, gripping onto Mason’s hand.

  Noah smiled at Mason. “Hey, babe.”

  “Hey.” Mason found it difficult to say anything else.

  Noah’s smile faltered, and it was exactly what Mason needed to snap out of his fog. Mason tightened his grip on Noah, his thumb rubbing Noah’s hand.

  When Noah’s smile came back, so did Mason’s.

  “What’s all this?” Mason glanced around the room. When his gaze returned to Noah, he wore a grin but said nothing. Mason’s heart raced and something fluttered in his belly. “Noah, what is all this?”

  Still not saying anything, Noah dropped to one knee, never taking his gaze from Mason.

  Mason’s hands trembled, and his eyes burned.

  “Mason, I love you. More than I ever thought possible. You’re the half of me I didn’t know I was missing. Being with you makes me feel like anything is possible. You challenge me, you excite me, you amaze me, and I’ll be thankful to the end of time that you love me. I want you to marry me, spending every day being my everything.”

  Mason hadn’t realized tears were streaming down his face until he bit his lip, trying to make sure this was really happening, and he tasted salt. He wiped both eyes with the back of his hand, trying not to block his view of Noah. His beautiful Noah. “Yes,” he huffed out, and Noah was on his feet in Mason’s arms.

  “I love you so damn much,” Mason whispered in Noah’s ear as he felt dampness on his neck where Noah buried his face.

  Minutes passed where the two continued to cling to each other, sharing their strength. Mason’s brain went a mile a minute. This was the last thing he’d been expecting, and he wouldn’t change it for the world.

  Not wanting to end it, but knowing the time and that he had to, Mason continued to hold on tight to Noah and said, “It’s time. We need to get dressed. It’s time we go see the rest of your family.”

  THE END

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