Chapter 8
What the f**k is going on? About to ask just that, Mason caught hold of his senses, and instead of pulling away, shut down his brain and opened his mouth to greet Noah’s tongue with his own.
The kiss was strange. Strange in the fact that Mason wasn’t even sure Noah was into guys. And here Noah was, devouring every nook and cranny inside Mason’s mouth, and not being gentle in the way he searched out the confined spaces, which was fine with Mason. But the whole thing had Mason thinking maybe Noah had done this before. It was a thought Mason would put off to another time. When he wasn’t so engrossed in what he was doing. For now, he’d just enjoy Noah’s flavor and the way his two-day growth scratched Mason’s skin.
Caught in the euphoria, Mason’s head was fuzzy, the lack of oxygen
