Page 49 of When Kings Fall

“It’s a good thing you are, because you balance out the rest from them.”

“It’s you who does that, Bree.”

She cocked an eyebrow.

“You don’t see?”

“I see some loosening up occurring from both of them in different ways. Because of this mission against Lynch, and the one against Peter Hall, and the hope it’s inspired in them for how things will be once we achieve victory.”

“Nah, it happened before that was even known to be on the table. It was you coming into our lives, drawing closer to us. Me providing that balance you talked about wasn’t enough, but with you here, the two of us, it is enough. And it’s changing everything.” I beamed down at her. “In the best ways.”

I leaned down and kissed her cheek.

I’d intended to leave it at that, but she turned into it, then planted her lips on mine.

I slicked my tongue piercing over her bottom lip and she moaned out, then grabbed my biceps and tugged me closer, curling her tongue around mine and grinding against me, making my cock hard in a goddamn instant.

Holy shit.

I was vaguely aware of rushed footsteps sounding near us as I rolled my hips, making her feel me.

When she spread her legs a little to give me better access, I lost it, pushing her against the nearest wall and feasting on her lips, throat, collarbone, down to the tops of her breasts all sexy and pushed up in her sports bra.

“Your favorite Sled Head is resurrecting now!”

I jolted at the sound of Mason’s voice.

Footsteps entered the room a moment later—his heavy ones.

And then his shadow fell over us. “Hot as hell to walk in on, but you’re rain checking it.”

With a grunt, I pulled from Brianna, then turned around to see him right there in my space looking… excited?

What was happening? “Mason, what—”

“We’re snowmobiling. Right now.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I even managed to convince Lev to take a break from his hacking fuckery for a bit. He agreed he needs to clear his head. What better way than hitting the snowmobiles?”

“Well, his Harley, for him.”

“Second best way then.” He looked out at Bree. “Have you ridden a snowmobile before?”

She shook her head.

“You’re gonna love it.” He blew her a kiss, then planted one on my mohawk. And then he turned and hurried out, calling over his shoulder, “Ski runners up in ten!”

“Wow, that was… bracing,” I breathed, staring out after him.

Bree chuckled. “He’s happy.”

I grinned. “Guess we’re going snowmobiling then.”

“Fuck,” Lev exclaimed as Mason cut in front of him on the trail—again.

“My bad!” Mason called over his shoulder. “Needed the room, brother!”

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