Page 106 of Word to the Wise

“You are. Just like I’m good enough for you, even if I didn’t believe that when I first came here. And do you want to know why?”

He nods, words not getting out, and I’ve never seen him this vulnerable.

“Because yes… we’re both fractured and still healing, but we don’t bring out the pain in each other. We bring out the good. You bring out my good, Mason. And that’s all I want to do for you.”

A tear slips down my cheek, and he wipes it away.

“I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to move back to San Francisco. I’m not saying we have to keep living together because I get if that’s a little fast. But honestly, I don’t want to be anywhere else. I love you too, Mason. And you make me feel brave enough to admit that.”

His entire body relaxes with his exhale. The tension that’s absorbed us since we met dissipates. And it’s just the two of us. Bare of clothes and emotions, in front of each other with the raw truth searing our hearts.

Mason cups my jaw in both my hands. “This place isn’t home without you, Reed.I’mnot home without you. I love you so fucking much.”

He leans down to kiss me, and my heart hands itself over. It could be too soon, and I could still be figuring myself out, but Mason gives me the space to do that. We heal together. Not for each other, but for ourselves.

His body presses to mine, his hard length firm against my stomach. I reach down between us and grab his thick shaft, loving the growl that rips from his chest when I do.

“Are you going to fuck me now, big guy?” I grin at him.

He nips at my lower lip before pushing me back onto the bed and climbing over me. “You better believe it.”

He rubs his cock through me, and my eyes roll back. But then he pauses when he spots something sitting beside me on the mattress.

“What’s that?”

I glance at the black tie beside my head; the nerves kick up again. “Umm, it can wait.”

I grab it and try to toss it off the bed, but Mason catches it, kneeling back between my legs and wrapping the black tie around his fists as he looks it over.

It’s borderline pornographic and still nothing compared to what thoughts he has running through my head.

“Sticks…” He smirks at me. “What were you doing with this?”

“Iwasn’t doing anything. It’s more like, I was hoping you would.”

He looks from me to the tie.

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be tied up. You know, when we…”

“Fucked?”

I swallow hard, nodding.

“You’re comfortable with that?”

“With you? Yes.” I prop myself up. “But if it’s too much, I get it. I don’t want you thinking I’m some freak.”

“Reed.” Mason leans forward, wrapping a hand around the back of my head so I have to face him. “You can be as freaky as you want. You’re not going to scare me. You want me to tie you up and fuck you. I’m happy to oblige.”

The devious grin that climbs his cheeks has my core tightening.

Mason releases me back onto the bed and takes my hands, binding the tie around them before pulling them over my head and securing them to the headboard.

Whatever I imagined pales in comparison to him over me. Me at his mercy.

He straddles my chest as he secures my hands, and his hard cock is right in front of my face, so I’m not surprised when he catches me staring.

Once my hands are locked in place, he grabs his cock, holding it right over my mouth.