Page 7 of Possession

There were red marks on his chest and stomach, hips and thighs, and there was a metal cock cage enclosing his private bits. To say Ollie had no shame was an understatement, but even Mason, who was used to his antics, was thrown by the sudden flashing.

Of course, that was the moment the door opened behind him and Ollie’s enormous and slightly terrifying boyfriend and daddy walked into the room.

Mason took a few steps back, separating himself even farther from Ollie, and held up his hand. “It isn’t what it looks like.”

Six glanced at him and then turned to his boy. “Showing off your marks?”

The smile Ollie gave him was something Mason had only seen through the screen of his computer or phone if Six happened to interrupt their chats. It radiated with a kind of soul-deep love and adoration Mason had been doing his best not to be jealous of.

“Yup,” Ollie said, rocking up onto his toes and popping hisp. “I think wax play goes on the list of things we’ll be doing again for sure.”

“Such a troublemaker,” Six said softly, gripping the back of Ollie’s neck and tugging him forward and laying a quick but thorough kiss on his mouth.

When they separated, Mason glanced away, embarrassed for some reason at being caught watching their sweet exchange.

“I talked to Tomas,” Six said, and Mason realized he was talking to him. “He said you could stay for a few days, but it can’t be permanent.”

Mason’s stomach twisted, but he smiled and nodded. “Of course. I’ll be out of your guys’ hair before you know it.”

Six gave him a look that Mason chose to interpret asI believe youand not the disbelief it clearly was and held out his backpack. Mason hadn’t even noticed he’d been holding it.

“Oh, thanks.” He was confused for a moment, the last half an hour such a whirlwind of sights and sounds and emotions he couldn’t figure out how Six had ended up with it.

Then he remembered the club’s President, Tomas, slipping it off his shoulder so he could carry it. He hadn’t asked. He hadn’t even technically offered. He’d just… done it.

It was such a small piece of the weight sitting on Mason’s shoulders, but it had felt monumental in the moment. Like Tomas was willing to shoulder anything Mason would need help carrying. It was a ridiculous thought, and he knew it was just because he was so upset over Vinnie and what had happened in Atlanta, but in the moment, it had felt so nice to be cared for in such a simple way.

“Thank you,” Mason said softly, taking it from him and letting it hang from his fingertips. The rest of his stuff was still in his car, but he had what he needed for the night shoved in the bulging backpack.

Well, that wasn’t true. What he could fit was in his car. The rest was still back in Atlanta in the apartment he had been sharing with Vinnie for a year. He wasn’t even sure what he’d ended up leaving behind, but he hoped it wasn’t something he’d miss.

Six caressed the bottom of Ollie’s chin with his thumb, holding his gaze for a moment longer than most would consider polite, and then he left, shutting the door quietly behind him.

“I see things are still going well between the two of you,” Mason said, smiling at his friend as Ollie beamed back at him.

“So well,” he gushed, darting over and grabbing Mason’s free hand, giving it a quick squeeze. “I keep waiting for the honeymoon phase to be over, but every day, it’s like I love him a little bit more.”

“That’s beautiful,” Mason said, burying his ugly jealousy. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Yeah, and the sex is out of this world,” Ollie added and waggled his eyebrows.

Mason rolled his eyes, but he was grateful for the lightening of the mood.

He should’ve known better.

Just as quickly as he’d made the lewd comment, Ollie shifted gears and asked, “Are you going to tell me what happened and how it is you’re here tonight instead of tomorrow when I was expecting you?”

Mason sighed, long and loud. He glanced around the room and spotted a recliner wedged in the corner. He let his backpack slide to the ground and then sat down. Bracing his elbows on his knees, he rubbed at his face.

“I don’t even know where to start,” he said, his voice muffled behind his hands. “But I’m here early because…”

He couldn’t finish, not without crying, and he was so damn tired of crying.

But then Ollie was kneeling in front of him, pulling his hands from his face and making a soft sound of dismay at the fresh tears on Mason’s cheeks.

“I thought you were going to stay at your grandparents’ for the night.”

That had been his plan. His mom’s parents lived just south of the Michigan border in Ohio, and he’d planned to spend the evening and night at their place, have breakfast with them in the morning, and then drive up to meet Ollie tomorrow afternoon.

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