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“I do.” He hoped Mason would remain fun-loving and sassy even after learning of Levi’s secret. Being involved in Levi’s world could be stressful.

Mason slipped off Levi’s leather jacket. He wanted to tell Mason to keep it. To have something of his but Levi knew that Mason would insist. It would be a cold ride back without it. At this point it would take Levi hours to warm up.

Levi gripped the soft leather with his fingers as Mason passed the jacket over.

He couldn’t help himself. With his free hand, he gripped Mason’s wrist and yanked his mate forward. Mason gasped insurprise, but Levi was already kissing him. He kissed Mason for all that he was worth.

Just as fast as he’d taken control of his mate, Levi released him. “I’ll call you. I swear.”

“You better. I know where you live now.”

Levi chuckled as he swung on his jacket while strolling toward his bike. He threw his leg over. “Now get inside. You’ll catch a cold out here.”

Mason grinned at him. “Yes, Daddy.”

Damn, his mate, his boy, was going to keep him on his toes.

Chapter Seven

Mason

He was sort of listening. Mason climbed the steps to his cabin pausing on the porch. There was no chance in hell that Mason was not going to watch Levi ride away.

Mason had never been on a motorcycle, even though that was his twin’s choice of transportation. Mason had always considered bikes to be a dangerously expensive hobby. That was of course until he was behind Levi, rumbling down the road, his hard cock rubbing Levi’s lower back and Mason’s arms tight around his man. That had been incredible, and he might have to apologize to Jason for how much shit Mason had given him.

Levi lifted and hand and waved.

Mason blew him a kiss.

Cheesy? Yes. Mason wasn’t one bit ashamed. Levi had pretty much confirmed they were mates even if he didn’t know that Mason was fully aware of the paranormal world. It was the right thing to do to wait to be together until they talked. Mason hated that he agreed. His cock really hated the fact that Mason wasn’t getting thoroughly pummeled now.

Patience. It would take quite a bit of patience to wait for Levi, but Mason would get his man. That was if Levi could forgive him once Mason made his own confession.

The sound of Levi’s bike faded in the distance and Mason sighed.

He already missed the other man.

And that was stupid.

Mason was going to have to get used to being alone. It wasn’t like he could move Levi into his small cabin after one date. That would just be crazy. Maybe he was crazy because Mason had meant it when he’d said that once he had Levi in his bed, he would never let Levi out.

His cock throbbing reminded him that having Levi in his bed sooner rather than later would be optimal. Mason might have to take care of his pressing needs that night but soon it would be Levi. He was certain of it.

Behind him a rustle of clothing caught his attention. Mason lurched forward but he was too slow. An arm came around his throat and Mason was yanked back.

Years of training drilled into him took over.

Mason forcefully threw his head back and connected with his assailant’s nose. The arm around his neck loosened. He dropped his shoulders before rolling them and spun from the enemy’s hold then he swept out his leg. Mason hit his opponent behind his knees and the man fell.

“Fucker!” Mason spat.

Jason rolled from his side onto his back grinning up at him. “Hello, brother.”

Mason nearly kicked his twin in the ribs but resisted. Barely. Good news—he was no longer achingly hard.

“Great reflexes. Whatever you’ve been doing with your Daddy seems to have kept you sharp.”

Oh shit! Jason had heard that? Which meant he’d probably heard the entire conversation. Why? Out of all the times for his brother to show up without warning it had to be when Mason was allowing himself to live his own life. He might have called his twin, but Mason had expected a return phone call, not a visit. Jason must have already been close.

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