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“Have a lot of truck sex?”
Mason knew better than to give the wrong answer, so he gave an honest one. “Ever since meeting you, I’ve kept some in here, just in case.”
Elijah smiled. “Good answer.”
Mason wasn’t a damn fool. He didn’t get to his age by pissing off lovers. Or, in this case, his mate.
Before Elijah grabbed the lube, Mason watched as Elijah kicked off his shoes then stripped off every piece of damn clothing he had on. Fuck, his mate was gorgeous. Mason’s mouth watered at the sight of Elijah’s hard cock as his mate rummaged through the glove box for the lube.
Then he turned and lathered a generous amount onto Mason’s shaft. Feeling Elijah’s fingers on his hot, throbbing cock damn near made Mason explode. When his mate slid over the console, Mason gripped the base of his cock. Seconds later, Elijah straddled Mason’s hips and positioned himself so that he was just hovering over Mason’s tip.
Mason threaded his hands through Elijah’s hair and breathed out a pleasured sigh as Elijah slowly sank onto him.
They rocked together, Elijah’s tight walls massaging Mason’s length with each movement. Mason looked into Elijah’s bright emerald eyes as they made love in the driver’s seat of the truck. It felt intimate, yet freeing simultaneously.
Mason watched mesmerized as Elijah leaned back, biting his lip as his hips rocked faster and faster against Mason. A low purr rumbled in Mason’s chest.
Elijah looked at him and smiled. “I totally love that sound. When we get back to your place, I want to see your tiger again.”
Nothing would please Mason more. He wanted to share every aspect of his life with Elijah, and he also wanted to learn everything there was to know about his mate.
“Just as long as you promise to pet him until he passes out from pure pleasure.” Mason winked.
Elijah chuckled. “I can do that. I’ll even buy a brush for his fur.”
The guy was going to spoil Mason rotten, and Mason loved it.
They were so into what they were doing that when cars passed by, they ignored them. Hopefully no one called the cops, because Mason would have to be dead before he left Elijah’s body.
Elijah rode him harder, as if he was getting close. Mason gripped his mate behind his neck, yanked him forward, and sank his canines into his tender shoulder. Elijah cried out, gripping Mason’s upper arms as his hole milked Mason’s dick.
After removing his canines and licking the wound closed, Mason grasped Elijah’s hips as he surged into his mate, spilling himself inside of him. He started to tell his mate that he could go anywhere he damn well wanted but stopped himself.
That was the orgasm talking, not common sense.
“That was amazing,” Mason said, still breathless.
“Yeah, it was,” Elijah agreed, cuddling up against him. “Who knew truck sex could be so much fun?” Elijah yawned. “I don’t want to move from this spot.”
Mason didn’t want Elijah to move either, but the traffic was picking up—still slow for a country road—and he didn’t want anyone getting a good view of his naked mate.
He patted Elijah’s hip. “We have to get dressed and get going before we’re arrested for indecent exposure.”
“Just throw me into the back seat so I can sleep,” Elijah said and then pushed away from Mason. “So not fair.”
When Elijah climbed off of him, Mason lifted his ass and pulled his jeans and underwear back into place. Then he watched his mate struggled to get dressed in such a small space.
As much as Mason loved what they’d just done, his tiger wouldn’t be content until Kyle was dead.
* * * *
Gage opened his door, stunned to see his boss and Elijah standing there. “What’s going on?”
“I need you to babysit me until Mason gets back,” Elijah said as he chucked a thumb over his shoulder.
Crap, crap, crap. Mason should have known better than to drop by with someone else. Gage wasn’t prepared for company, let alone Elijah.
“Sure, come in.” Gage gave Mason the stink-eye as the two passed him. “Why am I babysitting you? Have you regressed to the age of five?” He closed the door. “Just as long as I don’t have to change your training pants.”
