Epilogue
Mason rolled over and blinked a couple of times. He had to be seeing things. His sleep haze lifted, yet the image before him remained, and then his memories from the previous evening came flooding in. Sebastian looked gorgeous in his sleep. He smiled and took a moment to ogle his mate.
“What has you smiling so much?” Sebastian’s sleepy voice drew his attention.
He took one last perusal of his man. “Wondering how I got so lucky.”
Sebastian slapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t be so silly.”
“I’m not. Waking up next to you, I feel like the luckiest man alive.”
Sebastian leaned in and kissed him. It started out chaste, but, after a few seconds, he couldn’t hold back. He applied more pressure and teased Seb’s mouth open with his tongue.
Before he could take anything further, the shrill ring of a phone sounded from the other side of the room.
“Damn,” Sebastian said, pulling away. “I have to get that.” He got out of bed and didn’t even bother looking for clothing, just walked to the other side of the room and grabbed his phone off the coffee table. “Hey,” he said to whoever was on the other end of the line.
Mason tuned out the call, not wanting to invade Seb’s privacy, and instead took in his nakedness. So gorgeous and self-assured, not caring one iota someone might be able to see in the window.
He put his hand around his now hard dick and rubbed a slow rhythm. As soon as Seb finished on the phone, he had every intention of enticing him back to bed and burying himself deep.
A frustrated growl from his mate alerted him he’d stopped talking on the phone. “Everything okay?”
Sebastian turned around and stared, mouth agape. Mason should probably be ashamed of his wanton display, but he wanted his mate and had not a single compunction about showing it.
Sebastian shook his head then turned and moved to his bag. “Sorry I can’t. Kate is ready to fly back to Anchorage. I have to go.” He bent over and rummaged through his bag.
Holy fuck, what a view.
“Do you really have to go?” Mason didn’t like the reminder his mate currently lived in Anchorage.
“Yeah. I have to work this afternoon.”
Sebastian found what he searched for in his bag and started getting dressed.
“Jesus Christ you have more of those?” Mason couldn’t stop staring as Sebastian stepped into another pair of those sexy panties. By god they floated his boat.
Sebastian looked at him over his shoulder. “Yeah, I said I did.”
“You wear them all the time?” Mason didn’t mean his question to sound like an accusation.
His mate turned around, scowled at him, and put his hands on his hips. “So what if I do?”
Mason heard the hitch in Seb’s tone and wondered what caused it. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Sebastian replied, his scowl now more of a frown. “But I’m not going to stop wearing them because you don’t like them—”
“Whoa. Hang on a sec. Who said I didn’t like them?” Mason stood and moved until he stood right in front of him, close enough to slide his hand into the front of the little scrap of lace. “I happen to find these panties sexy as fuck.”
Sebastian crossed his arms but didn’t stop Mason from palming him. “What was with the snarky tone, then?”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. I’m just worried about how I’m going to cover up my permanent hard-on when I know, wherever you are, you have these lace panties on under your clothes.”
Sebastian’s posture relaxed, and he pushed his hips forward into his hand. “Really? You think they look sexy on me?”
“Fuck yes. Matter of fact, I’m considering how I can fuck you while you’re still wearing them.”
Sebastian moaned. “Dammit, I don’t have time for this. I have to get going, or Kate is going to have a fit.” He stepped back and grabbed his pants then pulled them up. “What are we going to do?” All fight had gone out of him, and he looked miserable.
