Liability (Suncoast Society #33)(31)

Her shoulders dropped to the mattress as she loudly moaned.

Holy hell!

Between the feel of her coming around his shaft, and the feel of the egg vibrating inside her, he was already close to exploding.

He held still, playing with the egg’s settings and enjoying her reactions.

When he got it set where he wanted it, with her moaning and coming, he slowly started f*cking her.

He closed his eyes and imagined it was Mason’s ass he was f*cking, picturing the way the guy had looked at the club.

No, he hadn’t watched Mason’s hands, but his body, focusing on the intent look on the man’s face, his brown hair, not too short, not too long, casually styled.

He’d love to plunge his fingers into that hair as he f*cked the man’s mouth.

Or feel Mason’s hands in his hair as he reciprocated.

Cole felt his release closing in quickly. He thumbed the controller to high and started f*cking Kim hard and fast, her moans only adding to his as he finally exploded and filled the condom.

He found the remote and turned the egg off, chuckling. “Wow. I will be sure to thank Mason for the use of this.”

She gave him a thumbs-up.





Mason didn’t even bother unloading his bag when he got home. He went straight into the bathroom, stripped, climbed into the shower, and quickly stroked his cock into exploding in record time.

Damn.

Thinking about Cole and those blue eyes the guy had almost immediately got him hard again.

Not something he’d been able to do in years.

He didn’t argue with it, either. He sank to the shower floor, leaned against the wall, and stroked his cock while he fingered his ass with his other hand. He didn’t even bother getting out to find a butt plug.

Didn’t take him long to empty another load into his hand, either.

He sat there for a minute under the spray, eyes closed.

Shit.

He was already emotionally invested in the couple.

How the hell did I end up here?

Regardless, he knew he’d have to be careful. Very careful. He didn’t want to be an * and rush too fast, or the * that fell for them when they didn’t feel that way about him.

He slowly climbed to his feet, soaped up, rinsed off, and then made his way to bed where he collapsed.





Chapter Thirteen


Tuesday night, Mason headed over to his father’s house after work. They were supposed to go out to dinner, Mason’s treat, and Mason driving.

While Mason ate Sunday lunch with his father a few times since his return to Florida, this was the first time he’d been to his dad’s house in a couple of years. They would be out later that evening, and Mason didn’t trust his father’s nighttime driving. Mason preferred not to have him on the streets after dark.

Loved his dad? Of course he did. Neither his dad nor his mother had been abusive to him growing up, or disowned him when he finally came out to them.

His parents just had no business ever getting married to each other in the first place.

Mason rang the doorbell when he arrived. From somewhere inside, he heard his father’s voice bellow in reply.

“Come in. It’s unlocked.”

Mason opened the door and was pleasantly surprised to find the house…not a pig sty. Corbin Lange wasn’t a hoarder, but he wasn’t the world’s best housekeeper, either. Both due to his personality and his arthritis. Since Mason’s dad was currently single, it wasn’t like there was a woman in his life to keep everything tidy, either.

“Wow,” Mason said as he looked around. “You finally hire a maid?”

His father walked in from the kitchen, a slow, ambling shuffle that Mason realized was a lot worse than it’d been eight years ago when he’d moved to Nebraska.

“Sort of. Kid next door is in college. I pay her cash to come in once a week and do a thorough clean, and she stops by another two nights a week to tidy up.” He grinned. “Cheaper than dating or a damn divorce.”

“Ah.” Well, nice to know he wasn’t taking advantage of some poor woman and playing on her sympathies.

“You come alone?” his dad asked.

“I’m not dating anyone right now, Dad. Told you that.” This was a familiar verbal joust they engaged in.

He shrugged. “Told you if you do, you can bring them.”

“I would if I was dating someone.” Wow, this was going to be an interesting night. He could see it already. “I tell you that every time.”

“So how’s that guy you were seeing in Nebraska?”

“Don’t know. I told you, we’re just friends now. We weren’t really compatible for more than friends.”

“Sounded like you said he wanted more?”

“He did, but the guy’s twenty years younger than me. I never should have gotten involved with him in the first place.”

“Heh.” His dad laughed. “Coulda told you that myself. Too young ain’t worth messin’ with. Don’t even bother tryin’ to be friends with him. Not worth the aggravation. Believe me, I know that. Look at me and your mother, for instance. Better off ignoring each other.”

“I don’t want to be like that, Dad. I’m—”

more evolved

“—trying to be nice.”