“Would you like a drink?”

  “God, yes.”

  Lucky chuckled. He went to the phone and ordered a couple of beers. They were technically off duty, but until the job was contractually over, they wouldn’t be letting down their defenses. While he was ordering them beer, he ordered some appetizers, along with hamburgers and fries. They showered and changed into their pajamas while they waited for the food to arrive. Half an hour later, they sat at the tiny table, eating, their legs touching beneath the table because there was nowhere else for them to go.

  “Mm, Sienna was right.” Mason let out a low moan after taking a huge bite of his burger. “These are damn good.”

  “The fries are even better,” Lucky said, and it struck him how much he enjoyed spending time with Mason. For a long time, he’d worried the attraction was only physical, that they’d have nothing to talk about, especially with how closed off they both were about their pasts, but that wasn’t the case at all. Instead, some strange kind of mutual respect had formed between them. Yes, Lucky wanted Mason to open up to him, trust him, but he was prepared to wait, because he had his own issues, ones he wouldn’t like to be pushed on either.

  They ate and talked about anything and everything, from the conference going on downstairs to their jobs. Even when they were quiet, it wasn’t awkward. Lucky didn’t feel the need to talk for the sake of talking.

  “You know, it’s strange,” Mason said, sitting back when he’d finished his meal. He tilted his head as he studied Lucky. “I’ve learned more about you in the last few months than I have in the years I’ve known you.”

  “We’ve never spent this much time together just you and me.” Lucky popped his last fry into his mouth. “It’s always been with the guys.”

  “You’re right.”

  “Feel better?” Lucky asked, motioning to the empty plate.

  “Much. I’m sorry for, uh, unloading on you like that.”

  “I’m sure part of that is the adrenaline.”

  Mason frowned into his beer bottle. “It did make me think, though.”

  “About?”

  “What I do.”

  “Oh?”

  “I became a cop to help people.”

  “And you don’t think you help people now as a detective?”

  “I do, and I can’t complain. I wanted this promotion, worked damn hard for it. It’s what I wanted. At least I thought I wanted it. But my cases now mostly revolve around dead people, Lucky.”

  “Yes, but you get closure for their families. For their loved ones.”

  “I do my damned best to, but it doesn’t change the fact there’s no bringing them back. I couldn’t stop whatever happened to them in the first place, and even when we catch the people responsible, justice isn’t always served. I’ve got a few more years yet before I can retire, but I won’t lie and hide the fact that I worry about what it’s going to do to me.”

  “That’s a very dangerous road to walk, my friend.”

  “I know.” Mason sighed heavily. He took another sip of his beer, and Lucky almost suggested he come work for the Kings, but didn’t. This was Mason’s life. Whatever crisis he was going through, he needed to work it out for himself.

  “If you need someone to listen, I can do that.”

  Mason’s smile was sweet, despite the sadness in his eyes. There was more going on in his head than the job. Fuck this. Lucky stood and walked around to stand in front of Mason, who turned in his seat, his knees spread so Lucky could step between them.

  “What is it that put that sadness in your eyes, Cowboy?” Lucky cupped his cheek, stroking a thumb over Mason’s thick eyebrow. Mason leaned into the touch, closed his eyes, and covered Lucky’s hand with his.

  “A lifetime of regrets, darlin’.” Mason wrapped his arms around Lucky’s waist and lifted his chin. “You know what would make me feel better?”

  Lucky held back a smile. Like he didn’t know what Mason was going to say. “What?”

  “A kiss from that pretty mouth of yours.”

  Lucky chuckled. “Well, I wouldn’t want to deny you the chance to feel better.”

  “I sure do appreciate you looking out for my well-being.”

  “I’m very considerate that way.”

  “Yes, you are.”

  Lucky pressed his lips to Mason’s, loving the sound of Mason’s hum, and the way he opened up for Lucky. His lips were soft, warm, and he tasted slightly of beer. His tongue tangled languidly with Lucky’s, and Lucky took his time, exploring every crevice. He slipped his fingers into Mason’s hair, loving the soft, silky strands. With a sigh, he pulled back, his voice quiet when he spoke.

  “Why is it every time I kiss you it’s like this raging inferno ignites inside me? Like I will burn from the inside out if I don’t have you?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe because that’s what I feel when you kiss me.”

  “Yes?”

  Mason nodded. “Oh, yes. I’ve never wanted anyone more. I don’t understand what it is you do to me, darlin’, but you’re like an addiction. The more I taste you, the more I want, and the harder I try to stay away, to control the urges you bring out in me, the more I burn for you. If you only knew the things I want to do to you….” Masons thick, sexy drawl went straight to Lucky’s dick.

  “Like what?” You’re asking for trouble, Eduardo.

  “Remember our little sexcapades over the phone?”

  “Oh.” Fuck. Lucky groaned at the memory. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so turned on or come so hard. Later that night he’d woken up and gotten himself off to the memory of what they’d done. Mason slid his hands over Lucky’s ass, taking hold of his asscheeks.

  “Yeah, oh is right. O, as in I want to rim that tight little hole of yours until you’re coming apart for me. I want to fuck you with my tongue.”

  “Holy fuck, Cowboy.” Lucky trembled, his hard cock tenting his pajama bottoms. He hissed when Mason wrapped a hand around his cock.

  “You like when I talk dirty to you, huh?”

  “Yes, very much,” Lucky admitted. It was a combination of the sexy-as-sin man and that deep rumble of his voice with that accent. It hit all the right spots.

  “You know what you’re going to like even more?”

  “Your mouth on my cock.” Lucky shoved his pants and boxer briefs down, his cock bouncing back to his stomach, leave a smear across his stomach from the precome.

  “Sweet Jesus.” Mason wrapped his calloused fingers around Lucky’s cock, and moved with Lucky so he had room to drop down onto his knees in front of him. He flicked his tongue over the slit, and Lucky sucked in a sharp breath. Unable to help himself, he slipped his fingers into Mason’s hair, holding on tight as Mason sucked the tip of Lucky’s cock into his mouth. He worked the head before swallowing Lucky down to the root, his nose buried in the curls of Lucky’s groin.

  “Shit.” Lucky released his left hand from Mason’s head to throw it on the table, needing to steady himself. He dropped his gaze to watch Mason sucking him off. With one hand he fondled Lucky’s sac, with the other he got a digit nice and wet before placing it to Lucky’s hole. Lucky closed his eyes, breathing in deep through his nose and letting it out slowly through his mouth. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to come way too soon, and he didn’t want this to be over yet.

  Lucky tried his hardest to keep it together, but Mason was showing him no mercy. He took Lucky’s cock deep down his throat, alternating between sucking hard, long, and slow, then fast and sloppy. If that wasn’t enough to drive Lucky mad, he was working Lucky’s hole, stretching him, teasing him. When he hit Lucky’s prostate, Lucky cried out and doubled over. “Stop, stop, stop.”

  Mason popped off him, his grin wicked. “Get naked and on that bed, Eduardo.”

  With a groan, Lucky scrambled to get undressed, ignoring Mason’s rumble of a chuckle. Why fight it? He wanted Mason more than he’d ever wanted anyone in his life, wanted his big, strong hands all over him, his mouth, lips, and tongue tasting, sucking, licking, biting.

  By the time Lucky was on the bed, Mason had undressed and was holding a bottle of lube and a condom. He tossed them on the bed before he crawled over to Lucky, the sight hot enough to make Lucky writhe with need.

  “Baby, you are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “Less talking, more of your mouth on me, Cowboy.”

  Mason saluted him. “Yes, sir.” He kept his gaze fixed on Lucky’s as he spread Lucky’s bent legs, then got down on his stomach between them. “Don’t you dare come until I tell you, you hear?”

  Lucky nodded. What was it about Mason that had Lucky eager to follow orders? The man opened his mouth and it was like he put a spell on Lucky.

  “Good.” Mason nuzzled his nose against Lucky’s groin and inhaled. “Mm, you smell so fucking good, sweetheart.”

  Lucky threw his head back against the pillow. This man was going to kill him, and they’d barely started. Mason’s tongue flicked out to lick his sac, and Lucky shivered. He grabbed fistfuls of the duvet on either side of him, his breath already coming out heavy. Mason continued his torture, licking up the crease between Lucky’s thigh and groin, sucking one of Lucky’s balls into his mouth, his finger teasing Lucky’s entrance.

  “Fuck, Mason. Please!”

  With a chuckle, Mason shifted, and Lucky’s back arched up off the bed at the feel of Mason’s tongue spearing his hole.

  “Jesus, you taste good. Not that I expected you to taste any other way. Fuck, I want to taste every inch of you. Lick you, bite you, suck you, make you a part of me. I want you so bad, darlin’. It’s bordering on the unhealthy.”

  Mason speared Lucky’s hole again with his tongue. He didn’t just rim Lucky, he dined on him like a starved man. When Lucky couldn’t seem to take any more, Mason took hold of Lucky’s cock, and swallowed him down to the root.

  “Fuck!”

  Mason popped off long enough to grin wickedly. “All in due time, darlin’.”

  “You’re such a fucking tease,” Lucky grumbled, making Mason laugh. He sat back on his heels, and Lucky moaned. “Why do you have to be so damn beautiful? Look at you. It’s obscene how perfect you are.” The man was a wall of muscle—tanned, and thick all over, from his thighs and chest to his neck and biceps, his hands were big with long fingers. He was just big all over, and the thick, long, cock Mason slowly stroked had Lucky salivating. “If you don’t put that monster cock inside me, Cowboy, I’m going to finish myself off.” Lucky started to jerk off, grinning when Mason grabbed the lube and condom. He rolled the condom on, poured a generous amount of lube in his hand, then stroked himself. He’d already stretched Lucky out, which meant he went straight for lining his cock with Lucky’s hole.

  “Grab your knees and hold them to your chest.”

  Lucky did as he was asked, hissing at the sting from the initial breach. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, relaxing his body and allowing Mason to slowly sink inside him. His heart told him maybe he should say something to Mason, let him know that before Mason, Lucky had never—

  “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

  “You need to move, Cowboy.” With Mason buried deep inside, Lucky was full beyond measure, or so it felt. Something in his voice or expression must have given away his insecurities because Mason leaned in and kissed him sweetly, tenderly.

  “I got you, darlin’,” Mason murmured, brushing his lips over Lucky’s. “You’re really something, you know that? I’ve never met anyone like you.”

  The words were nothing new. Lucky had heard similar words before, but from Mason, he believed them. His heart swelled, and he was filled with ridiculous hope and happiness. The intimacy was almost too much, but instead of running from it, Lucky embraced it. He cupped Mason’s face and returned his kiss, their tongues dancing together as Mason began to move inside him. Lucky wrapped his arms around Mason’s neck, loving Mason’s weight on top of him as Mason lay on him, their chests pressed together, Mason’s hands on either side of Lucky’s face, his thumbs stroking Lucky’s cheeks.

  “Lucky, I—”

  The raw emotion in Mason’s eyes was too much. Lucky nipped at his chin. “Come on, Cowboy. Fuck me hard.”

  Mason’s brows drew together, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Lucky reached between them and tweaked Mason’s nipple.

  “Fuck!” Heat filled Mason’s gaze, and his lips curled into a sinful grin. “Okay, darlin’. Whatever you want.” Mason snapped his hips, and Lucky cried out a curse. “This what you wanted, huh?” Mason pulled almost all the way out, then drove in deep and hard over and over.

  “¡Santo cielos! Sí. Así es, my amor. Más duro. Por favor, Mason.”

  “You drive me so fucking crazy.” Mason sat back on his heels, his arms wrapped around Lucky’s legs as he pounded Lucky’s ass. He changed his angle, and Lucky let out a string of curses. He pumped his cock, the bed creaking and moving beneath them with Mason’s unyielding thrusts. Fuck, he was so damned sexy. Lucky wanted to lick him all over. He urged Mason on, begging him to fuck him senseless. The harder and faster Mason fucked him, the more Lucky begged. Sweat dripped down the side of Mason’s face, and Lucky wanted to lap it up. Their bodies were slick with sweat despite the cool air coming from the AC. Mason changed his angle again and grinned wickedly as Lucky arched up off the bed with a cry.

  “Liked that, huh?”

  “Oh fuck yes!” My God, why had he waited this long to have Mason in his bed? Mason undulated his hips once again at the same angle, and Lucky threw his head back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Mason!”

  “I love hearing you scream my name. Love how your body responds to me. Like it was made for me. God, look at you.”

  “I want you to come in my mouth.”

  “Oh fuck yes.” Mason carefully slid out, then pulled the condom off and tossed it to the floor. He knelt over Lucky and fed him his cock, groaning as Lucky’s lips closed around his rock-hard length. Lucky’s lips were swollen from their kisses, slick with saliva, and he looked like the fucking sexiest thing Mason had ever seen. “That’s it, darlin’. You look so damned good with my dick in your mouth. Fuck that feels good.”

  Lucky sucked him hard, his fingers digging into Mason’s muscular thighs. He stopped moving his head, and met Mason’s gaze, inviting him to fuck his mouth.

  “Darlin’, you are going to be the death of me one way or another.” Mason fucked Lucky’s mouth, the room filled with the sounds of their panting breaths and Mason’s moans. “Oh God, I’m gonna come.” Mason’s thrusts grew erratic as he pumped himself inside Lucky’s mouth until he came with a roar. He doubled over as he filled Lucky’s mouth, his body trembling from his release. As soon as he was done, Lucky slid him down his body to rut against his ass. “That’s it, baby, come all over my crease.”

  Lucky cried out, his release thundering through him as he unloaded all over Mason’s ass. He shivered from head to toe, his body convulsing with the force of his release. Mason got up and disappeared into the bathroom, then returned with a damp washcloth. He cleaned them both off and disposed of the condom and the washcloth before gently nudging Lucky to get under the duvet.

  Not overthinking it, Lucky climbed beneath the duvet and let Mason pull him into his arms, holding him close against his warm, firm body. Mason placed a tender kiss to Lucky’s brow, and after a long, languid kiss that seemed to go on forever, Lucky snuggled close. He knew he shouldn’t get used to this, but he would be stupid not to enjoy it while he could.

  “This is more than just sex,” Mason said hesitantly, his words echoing Lucky’s thoughts. “I know we don’t have a name for it yet, but it’s not just sex, right?”

  Lucky considered lying or not responding, but he couldn’t do that to Mason. Or himself. Mason’s body went rigid, his breath caught before Lucky spoke up, his voice quiet. “Right.” The tension seemed to melt away, and Mason relaxed. He sighed deeply and kissed Lucky’s temple.

  “Okay.”

  Lucky remained awake long after Mason had fallen asleep. He had no idea what the hell he was going to do. What would happen when the investigation was over and Mason went back to work? Would they go back to the way things were? Maybe whatever was between them was more than sex, but that didn’t mean it translated into a relationship. Becoming exclusive didn’t guarantee a happy ever after. It seemed like minutes after Lucky fell asleep, he was waking up, though looking at his phone it had been several hours. The name flashing on his phone had him sitting up. He carefully but quickly got out of bed and hurried into the bathroom to answer.

  “You okay?”

  “I’m so sorry. I know it’s late, but I need you.”

  “Okay. Text me your location. I’m on my way.”

  As soon as he had the information on his phone, he hurried back into the room. He used the moonlight coming from the window, since they’d forgotten to close the blinds, and the flashlight on his phone to grab his clothes. Pulling on his boxer-briefs, he straightened, almost jumping out of his skin when he saw Mason sitting up in bed watching him.

  “You scared the shit out of me.”

  “Did I now.” Mason’s voice was gruff, part sleep, part something else.

  “I need to go. A friend needs my help.”

  Mason ran a hand through his hair, his sigh heavy. “Sure.”

  Lucky froze. “You don’t believe me?”

  “No, it’s fine.”

  “That was you not answering my question.” Did Mason not trust him?

  “Go help your friend, Lucky.” Mason lay down, pulled the duvet over his shoulder, and rolled away, turning his back to Lucky.

  “Wow, okay.” It was like Mason had plunged a knife into his heart. Had he given Mason any indication he was going to run off to be with someone else? Maybe they hadn’t settled on anything official, maybe Lucky was too afraid to label whatever was between them, but to have Mason think he was running off in the middle of the night to go meet a lover? That hurt. And pissed him off. “Get your ass up. You’re coming with me.”