Holy crap. He was staring at my d**k. The said appendage twitched. Mason listened to hear if Noah still stood in the kitchen. Hearing he was, Mason used the heel of his hand to press down on his c**k, to try and get the thing under control. He’d thought something might be up the day before when he’d caught Noah glancing at him while they’d worked in the backyard. He’d been willing to write that off as wishful thinking—hell, Noah was hot, and Mason wouldn’t mind doing the nasty with him. But today, his imagination didn’t play a part in the program. When Mason opened his eyes, Noah appeared ready to eat Mason. The green of Noah’s eyes hidden by his dilated pupils, his tongue stroking across his bottom lip. Mason shook his head. He needed his mind to go elsewhere—this train of thought would k
