Mason’s hands wandered over to the front of his jacket and wrenched it open with one rough pull of the zipper. His gasp was swallowed by Mason’s hungry kisses as he was manhandled out of the heavy thing. Jack didn’t care where it ended up as Mason tossed it. Every motion was frantic and Jason was at a loss on how to meet Mason’s insistent hands. A frustrated growl exploded out of Mason as he started on Jack’s shirt, trying to peel him out of it. The light finally went on in Jack’s mind and he slung both arms around Mason’s hips. He took a cautious step back, eased the sheriff with him a little at a time, eyes closed as he got into the rhythm of Mason’s mouth on his. This was about comfort, about grounding Mason in reality again. And if there was a little of his selfish desire mixed in, no
