Page 90 of Possession

Mason grinned back at him. He always asked him that. In the six weeks he’d been working for the club, every Monday after Church, Tomas had come out and acted so pleased to see him.

“I’m just about done. I was thinking I might try tackling the reorganization of some of your files if you need to get some work done before you’re ready to head home.”

Tomas shook his head, slowly advancing on Mason with a predatory look that sent a thrill rocketing through him. He looked like he was ready to consume Mason whole.

Mason was all in. Just like always.

Sometimes on slow Monday afternoons, when the clubhouse was quiet and it was just the two of them in the whole building, Tomas would fuck him hard and dirty over his desk with the door wide open. Other times, when others were around and there was a chance someone would stroll in to talk to Tomas, he’d order Mason under his desk, where he’d suck him off—even when peopledidcome in.

No one but Six had ever noticed so far, and the club’s Enforcer had simply snorted and kept talking about the repairs needed at one of the club’s rentals.

“I think we’re done for the day,” Tomas said softly, leaning down and planting his hands on the armrests. Mason tipped his face up, parting his lips in invitation, but Tomas didn’t close the distance. Instead, he said, “I’ve got plans for us.”

“And Vinnie?” The other leg to their sexy tripod—Vinnie hated when Mason called them that—would be home in the next half hour or so.

Tomas shook his head again. “He went out with Lee and some of the other RTs from work. He won’t be home until later.”

That was right. Mason had forgotten Vinnie had made those plans over the weekend. He wasn’t sure how, considering he’d bragged about being right about Lee being grateful to have Vinnie back.

Mason leaned back in Tomas’s big executive-style chair, running his teeth over his bottom lip, pleased as punch when Tomas watched, wetting his own lips in response. “What did you have in mind?”

“We’re going to go upstairs.”

Mason raised his eyebrows. “Why would we go upstairs? Don’t you want to just go back to your house?”

Technically, he and Vinnie still lived in the room on the second floor of the clubhouse, though most nights, they stayed at Tomas’s with him. The only thing really left up in the room was Mason’s?—

He sucked in a breath, sitting up straight. “Are you suggesting we record a little video?” he asked teasingly, trying to hide his level of excitement.

“I thought that might be a fun way to pass the evening,” Tomas said evenly, way better at playing it cool than he was.

Giving up on all pretenses, he squirmed in his seat and clapped his hands. “Yes! I’m so excited. Do you know what you want to include in the video? What positions you want to do? We could use toys. How do you feel about using toys in it? Do you want to show your face? I’m okay with either way. We’ll have to decide on the right angle?—”

Firm lips pressed against his, silencing his ramble and drawing him into a languid kiss that liquified his insides.“You can do whatever you want, as many times as you want, changuito.”

Mason blinked his eyes open. “Really, this isn’t a onetime thing? You’ll come on my channel more than once?”

Tomas nodded, tilting his head and leaning in to plant another kiss on his mouth. “Anytime you want. I know it’s taken a while to get this first one on the books, but now that things are slowing down and going back to normal, it’ll be a lot easier for me to get away when you want to record something.”

Going back to normal was an understatement. Ever since Tomas’s little speech to the Chamber of Commerce, the sheriff and his deputies hadn’t been seen around the clubhouse at all. And thanks to the footage that Cynthia had found to get Tomas released, the three men who’d jumped him and Marv had been placed under arrest and would be serving jail time for assault.

The mayor though… That one he hadn’t seen coming. About a week ago, the feds had rolled into town, arrested the mayor and his wife, and then disappeared again. Mason wasn’t sure exactly what the charges were other than bribing government officials and something to do with trafficking drugs.

Ever since the arrest, Mason had noticed an obvious change in Tomas. He seemed a lot less stressed and smiled a little easier. He knew that Tomas found the irony of the whole situation just as funny as Mason did. It really proved that saying about every accusation being a confession.

“Do you know what you want to do this first time?” Tomas asked, straightening up.

Mason thought about it for a second and then nodded, pushing up from the chair and giving Tomas a quick hug before darting toward the door. “Give me fifteen minutes, and then come on up.”

Mason was just getting the second camera situated when Tomas knocked on the door and then pushed it open. He raised a brow at the multi-camera setup but simply closed and locked the door behind him.

Mason had a towel wrapped around his waist from his quick shower, and that was it. “Okay, here’s what I’m thinking,” he said, gesturing toward the bed. “If you’re game, I thought we could start with you rimming me and then move to you using your piercings to blow my mind.”

Tomas chuckled, pulling his shirt off over his head. “Sounds like a damn fine plan to me. You just tell me where you need me.”

Hands on his towel, Mason paused, then scooted around the corner of the bed and walked up to Tomas. He laid his hands on his low abs, smoothing his palms upward until he reached his daddy’s muscular shoulders. “I need you right next to me. Always.”

Tomas’s smile melted away, replaced with an intense look. He gazed into Mason’s eyes, jaw firm, and then he slid his fingers into the hair on the back of his neck, gripping tight and tipping his face upward with a light jerk. “That’s where I want to be, changuito. Always.”

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