Page 74 of Possession

Whoops.

He sat up straight and turned around slowly. Tomas was frowning at him in disappointment. Putting on his best smile, he opened his eyes a little wider, really trying to sell his innocence. “Yes, Daddy?”

Knuckles said something under his breath, but he didn’t catch it.

“Leave Vinnie alone. He’ll share if he wants to, but you aren’t to pester him about it.”

Mason sighed.So totally busted. “Okay.”

Shaking his head but losing some of the sternness in his face, Tomas leaned down and gave him a quick kiss and then stretched past him to do the same to Vinnie. “I’m going to be in and out most of the day, but you can reach me on my cell phone if you need anything. Are we still on for tomorrow night?”

Mason nodded. “I can’t wait.”

He glanced at Vinnie, who was smiling softly up at Tomas. “Neither can I.”

Tomas touched the back of both of their heads briefly, held a closed fist out to Knuckles, who bumped it, and then strode across the clubhouse toward his office.

Mason sighed, watching him go. The man carried himself like a king—which made him wonder if they could role-play the mighty king fucking the lowly peasants.

“Good god, you two have got it bad,” Knuckles said with a chuckle.

“You’ve got no idea,” Mason said, grabbing his phone to text Tomas the idea so he wouldn’t forget.

“That burger was phenomenal,” Mason said as he took one last bite and then wiped his mouth and hands on his napkin before slumping back against his seat. “I’m so full now though.”

Tomas chuckled, finishing the homemade fries on his own plate and glancing at Vinnie. “Salmon was cooked okay?”

Vinnie smiled back at him. “It was perfect. Thank you.”

Mason got a warm feeling in his chest. It wasn’t that Vinnie didn’t eat red meat. He just didn’t like to eat it often. The fact that Tomas went out of his way to make something they each would like just made him fall harder for the gorgeous biker.

“Good. I’m glad everyone enjoyed,” he said, tossing his napkin onto the table next to his empty plate. “I thought maybe we could watch a movie after we clean up.”

Mason nodded. “As long as movie isn’t code for sex, because I seriously might barf if I physically exert myself too much.”

Vinnie had been taking a drink of water and nearly choked. “Jesus Christ, Mase.”

“You okay?” Tomas stretched around the corner of the table to pat Vinnie on the back.

He nodded and wiped at his wet face. “I’m okay.”

“I was just being honest,” Mason defended himself.

“Too honest,” Vinnie muttered, pushing to his feet and collecting his dishes.

Mason groaned but did the same, not wanting to look like the bad sub. Tomas just smiled at the both of them, not moving to join them. He gave Vinnie a gentle hip check when he reached the counter next to the sink, grinning when Vinnie fake scowled at him and poked him in the side.

Laughing, he led the way back into the dining room, finding Tomas still at the table with a sort of sappy smile. “What’s that face for?”

“Just happy. Having both of you in my home, well-fed and taken care of… Makes me feel really good.”

He exchanged a look with Vinnie, and they both smiled. They were happy too. It amazed him that he’d driven up to the clubhouse in tears, worried his life was completely falling apart and not knowing what was coming next. He felt incredibly lucky and grateful.

Not just that Tomas was such an amazing man who did so much for them but also that Vinnie had heard what he’d said and, instead of letting his own insecurities and stubbornness get in the way of their future, he’d come home and allowed them to work on repairing the damage they had both allowed to fester between them.

Things weren’t perfect—but why would they be? They were imperfect people, but as long as they kept talking and listening, Mason just knew they’d make it. All three of them.

They worked quietly at clearing the table and getting dishes in the dishwasher. Mason loved how Tomas made a point to touch both of them often—down their spines, the back of their heads, a finger down a forearm—little touches to keep them feeling connected.

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