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As expected, the door was gone and everything he owned had been scattered across the floor. It looked like Gage had gone on a rampage and while Rain had anticipated it, after staying at Mason’s for a few days the contrast had him staggering.

With a modern apartment in the basement, a cross between an art museum and an antique shop upstairs, and grounds that blew Rain’s mind - including a majestic weeping willow that he wanted to sit under forever - he felt like he’d struck it rich.

Plus, it was nice to live without fear, to not be sleeping with one ear out and one eye open, looking over his shoulder every time the house creaked, second-guessing every action, every word, and worrying about getting sidelined by consequences. In fact, living with Mason was a wet dream come true because both the house and the dick were spectacular.

Stepping gingerly onto piles of torn and dirty clothes, Rain began searching, finding most of the things he wanted. Thoroughly checking for AirTags, he stuffed it all in his backpack, wanting to boil whatever he could. Glancing up, he searched for the more obvious hidden camera, his eyes widening when he found it lying in pieces on top of his desk.

Obviously, Gage had discovered it and decided to send a message, but it had been lost in translation because he hadn’t noticed the second camera. Pulling the camouflaged white button from its hiding space in the blinds, Rain placed it securely in a zippered pocket as his phone began to shout. His time was up.

Leaving just as fast, he turned a corner, diving into the bushes outside the local park and watching. Sure enough, Gage pulled up three and a half minutes later, red-faced and sweating, and he opened his front door so forcefully that Rain heard it slap against the wall. That was enough for him and he took off in the opposite direction, heading toward The Pointe, happy to never see Gage or his house again.

The tension in his shoulders and back eased the farther away he got; he hadn’t realized he’d been hunched over. Straightening, he chose to be proud of himself. Sure, he should’ve taken more initiative when Tristan had announced his hike but he’d been processing the loss of his safety and had to be thrown into the deep end to learn how to swim. Now he had a lifeboat and, for the first time in a while, he also had hope.

Even if things didn’t work out with Mason, he’d gotten a few months’ grace which would help keep him afloat on his own. He didn’t want to continue relying on Tristan because thru-hikes changed lives. While he said he’d be back, he might decide to run off on another adventure and if Rain didn’t want to be like his mother, then he needed to be independent and not anchor Tristan down.

Deep in thought, Rain arrived at The Pointe on autopilot. Although he’d only crashed in the storage room for a month, the wedding hall still felt safe enough, like a home away from his new home, and sometimes he took his breaks on the couch in the back. He’d slowly transported his things to Mason’s house and now it looked like he’d never stayed there at all, but he was pretty sure Marci and Owen had their suspicions.

Walking in through the side entrance, he smiled. “Dylaaan.”

“Sup, Rain?” With a lopsided grin, Dylan leaned back in joy, fist-bumping with enthusiasm. “Head’s up, man. There is some serious eye candy in the kitchen, the new line cook should be an underwear model.”

“Really.” Rain nodded as if he were interested but after his morning with Mason he couldn’t care less. That thick cock had been so deep inside of Rain that he was surprised he could walk, and he couldn’t wait for round two tonight.

“I figured you’d wanna know but be gentle, he’s still new.” Chuckling, he gave Rain another fist bump and headed around the building. “Catch you later, Rain.”

“Later…” Rain watched him until he disappeared, feeling off. Of course he did, he’d just left Gage’s house, but a long shift would help him clear his mind, and he strode into the hall, wanting to throw himself into work.

Dylan hadn’t been lying, the new line cook was six foot two with dark eyes, a hint of stubble, and a talent for smoldering. Rain should be sitting in that man’s lap but all he wanted to was go back to Mason’s house, ride that cock again, and sleep with Mouse curled up against his chest.

What the hell was wrong with him? Maybe hewascoming down with something.

8

MASON

Rainwasdeliciouslytight,hugging Mason’s cock like he wanted to keep it forever, and Mason couldn’t get enough of it, which baffled him. He’d never been one for pleasures of the flesh. Sure, he’d had sex but he’d only done it for the experience, to see what the fuss was about, and even though he’d tried both men and women he’d always come home disappointed.

Until a bewitching elfin prince had stepped into his life.

Either Mason had chosen terrible hookups or he’d struck gold because Rain lit him up like a switchboard, bringing him to pleasurable heights that he didn’t think were possible.Nowhe understood the fuss; however, he was turning into a ravenous beast. He’d only been walking from the darkroom to the kitchen but a glance at Rain had tossed his brain offline, the possessive rumbling in his soul taking over and causing him to lose control.

In his defense, Rain was far too alluring. Hair up in a high sleek ponytail, Rain had been lounging on the couch in a white robe that had split open, showing most of his silky legs, and before Mason could stop himself, he’d slid a hand up one of Rain’s thighs.

And now he was the kind of man who bent someone over a piece of furniture and fucked the life out of them, but he was the only one who seemed bothered by it.

“Nnnn, Ma-son,” Rain gasped, tightening his channel even more and tilting his ass up, knuckles white as he gripped the sturdy back of the couch, clearly delighted that Mason had felt him up and then filled him up.

The sound of his name on Rain’s lips and the way that dark waterfall of hair rippled with each thrust caused the rumbling inside of Mason to build momentum. Sheer need barreled through his system once again, joining up with his spinning creativity and hijacking rational thought.

Reaching forward, he grasped Rain’s ponytail toward the top.

“Can I?” Was that his voice? It sounded like gravel. Rain shivered and Mason could feel it ripple around his cock.

“Yeah, I like it.” That breathy sex-soaked tone spurred Mason on and he tugged, slowly pulling Rain’s head back until he formed a stunning arch, balancing on his toes with his chest off the sofa, his arms and Mason’s hold keeping him in place.

For a few seconds, Mason stared, wishing he had a camera handy, and Rain clenched around him again, causing him to take in a sharp breath.

“Like what you see?”

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