Page 55 of Trapped for Christmas

“You’re not mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad at you, sweetheart?” he said, sitting next to Zeb and taking his hand. “Were you planning to seduce me all along?”

“Seduce you? Do people even say that anymore?”

Mason grabbed Zeb and pulled him close, bringing their lips close but not connecting them. He then deepened his voice, so it was like a low growl.

“You’re going to tell me exactly who was in on this, and then we’re going to use everything in that box.”

His eyes widened. “It was Felix and Hunter. I think Ryder had something to do with it. Felix would never get some of these things.”

The confession out, Mason connected their lips, but he didn’t let it linger too long before pulling away and picking up his phone. He put it on speakerphone and dialed.

“I thought you’d be balls deep in Zeb by now,” said Ryder’s teasing voice. “Why are you calling me? Do you need some tips?”

Zeb looked mortified, but Mason smiled to reassure him. This was just who Ryder was, and he never meant any harm.

“Is Felix with you?”

“Yeah,” he sounded hesitant.

“Is he conscious?”

“Just about,” said Ryder with a chuckle.

“Put me on speaker.”

“You’ve got us both here,” said Ryder, amusement in his tone.

He did love to wind Mason up the most out of their group, probably because he always bit back the easiest. The others were more skilled at ignoring his antics, and it only took one look from Sebastian to shut him up.

“I got your little gift, Felix. From the expression on Zeb’s face, some of these . . . items were not authorized.”

Ryder snorted. Felix didn’t speak for a moment.

“Did you have any outside, or should that be inside, help with the menu?”

“Ryder ordered the dragon tail.”

“The what?” exclaimed Zeb, picking up the bright green dildo covered in bumps.

Looking at it more closely, it did resemble a dragon’s tail. He smiled at Zeb, so he knew Mason was just giving Ryder a taste of his own medicine. The squeal from Felix suggested Ryder was trying to shut him up.

“Ryder, if you want to come to this cabin again, you need to buy Zeb a gift, and you are not allowed to have any help from Felix. I’ll know. Or you’ll need to find somewhere else for your little weekends away.”

Ryder chuckled. “Deal. Happy fu⁠—”

Mason hung up before he could finish. Within ten seconds, Ryder posted in the group chat and he caught the word “pounding” before he shut the notifications off and put his phone on the dresser. Everyone in their group would know about them by now.

He tilted Zeb’s head up and kissed him slowly. His tongue licked across his lips before slipping inside his mouth. Zeb melted into the kiss, and Mason enjoyed it for a moment before pulling back.

“Take off all your clothes and lie on your stomach.”

Zeb couldn’t move quickly enough. Mason put Ryder’s “gifts” away, other than a box of condoms and a bottle of lube, which he put on the bedside table. He wanted to look into Zeb’s eyes when he slid inside him for the first time, but if he wasn’t ready for that, he could wait. Mason had no expectations of what was about to happen. His only focus was on giving Zeb as much pleasure as possible. From what he’d learned tonight, plus the indifferent way Zeb dismissed talking about his previous partners, and only getting his first blow job yesterday, Mason could fill in the gaps. No man had ever put Zeb’s pleasure before their own, or even considered it as an afterthought. Those men were not just abusers, but idiots. How could they not see the beautiful man in front of them? Someone who had been through more in his young life than most people would experience in ten lifetimes.

Mason pulled his shirt off, leaving his pants on for now, and looked down at Zeb’s gorgeous body. He was putting weight back on, but he’d also been using the gym Mason had at home. It had only been a couple of weeks, but you could already see the difference. The scratches and bruises from Thanksgiving had healed. His smooth, light brown skin didn’t have a mark on it. The man was perfect.

He kissed the back of Zeb’s neck, causing him to moan. Mason licked his ear, and Zeb’s body shuddered. He planned to taste every inch of Zeb’s body, and learn every place that made him react like that. His tongue licked from the middle to the top of his spine. Mason bit gently on his shoulder blades. The noises coming from Zeb were like catnip. Mason wanted him to make those sounds all the time, and he was just getting started.