Free Fitting In by Silvia Violet Page B

communication thing couples could do? Did they think they’d scared him? He wanted to reassure them, but he was scared, just probably not for the reasons they thought.
    He rose on unsteady legs and took a step. Gray grabbed his arm. “Tell me the truth.”
    What could he say? That he longed to be looked at the way they looked at each other? That he was afraid of what he was feeling because it was way more than lust? That he thought he might lose his mind over them?
    “It’s just…a lot. All this.” He gestured around stupidly as if the room was too much: the bright walls, the antique table, the limited but pleasant decor, the mouth-watering dessert Jack had taken from the fridge and placed on the counter.
    Jack touched his arm and looked in the same direction. “It’s only tiramisu. It looks complex, but it’s very easy to assemble.”
    Mason was sure he was talking about more than delicious dessert, but he chose not to comment on the deeper meaning. “I love tiramisu.”
    “Then you’ll be fine. Just relax and enjoy.”
    “I’ll try.” Jack was a good man and so was Gray. Gray might not know how to express himself as well as Jack, but they were a good team. No wonder they’d been partnered on the force. It sucked that they had to stay in the closet to keep working together. 
    “Good. I’ll serve us some dessert while you use the bathroom,” Jack said.
    Mason relieved himself, drank some water, and messed around with his hair for a few minutes. Then he took a slow, deep breath and forced himself to go back to the kitchen.
    “Better now?” Jack asked.
    Mason nodded. And he was, a little.
    “Good, then let’s get on with dessert,” Gray said.
    “Which one?” Jack asked, an impish grin on his face.
    Gray raised his brow and stared him down.
    Suddenly, Mason wasn’t sure if he was okay or not. He wanted this, wanted them, but Gray was too intense. He forced more emotion out of Mason than Mason would’ve thought possible, and Jack was like sensuality personified. Together…. He shivered.
    “I think he’s a little nervous,” Jack said.
    “Then help him get over it.” Gray grinned. “Slip the dessert plates in the fridge and then work on settling him down while I get things ready.”
    Things? What things? What is he planning?
    Jack dealt with the tiramisu, and Gray walked over to Mason and laid his hand against the back of Mason’s neck. That gesture was possessive and controlling and both comforting and unsettling at the same time. He slid his hand up into Mason’s hair and rubbed Mason’s scalp with his thumb. “You’re going to love this.”
    He bent and kissed the top of his head in an oddly sweet gesture. Then he walked away without looking back.
    Jack cupped Mason’s chin, forcing him to turn and look Jack in the eyes.
    “He’s right. You’ll love what he has planned for you, but please let us know if you need to slow down or if it’s too much right now.”
    “I will.” Mason whispered the words as Jack leaned in, bringing their lips together. The kiss started off gentle. Then Jack increased the pressure. Mason forced himself to stay still and let him set the pace.
    Jack walked him backward until he bumped into a stool. He sat and opened his legs. Jack pushed between them, and Mason took hold of his waist. He dropped his head back, and Jack held onto the sides of his face and plundered his mouth. When they both needed air, Jack let him go. 
    “Hold onto the stool,” he ordered.
    Reluctantly, Mason took his hands off Jack’s waist and gripped the seat of the stool.
    Jack crowded closer, forcing Mason’s legs wider. Hot need pulsed through Mason when Jack pushed a hand between them and rubbed Mason’s stiff cock. 
    “Mmm,” Jack moaned into Mason’s mouth. “So fucking hard for us. So ready.”
    Mason nodded frantically. “Please.”
    Jack let him go and knelt. “Don’t move.”
    Mason didn’t even breathe.
    Jack grinned as he unfastened Mason’s pants and freed his