Finding Mr. Wright (Leanin' N Book 2), page 9
“Good.” Noah pressed in close, the kiss long and slow, heating up gradually. He found Noah’s thighs, the crease in the starched jeans fascinating his fingers.
Noah slid from the chair to the bed, turning him so they damn near bumped noses. No dumping him on the floor this time.
“Hello, Mr. Wright.” He moaned, the kisses heady, making his world spin.
“You taste so good. I want to touch you.” So polite, so sweet, so seductive.
“Please. You’re so fine.” Go him with the erotic pillow talk.
Noah pushed him down gently, lying next to him so they were face-to-face. Laughing, they scooted up toward the headboard so their feet stopped dangling.
“We should have taken your boots off first,” he teased.
Noah turned pink but shot back with “And your ass is sitting in a pile of gingham ribbons.”
“Excellent point.”
As one, they both rolled off the bed. Noah kicked out of his boots, and Mason swept aside the comforter, taking off all the wedding detritus. Better.
“Are we going to admit that we’re fixin’ to sleep together tonight, honey?” Noah asked.
“We are.” Never let it be said Mason didn’t throw himself wholeheartedly into his mistakes.
“Good.” Noah began to undress, and Mason let himself watch a little bit, admiring the long, lean lines, before he stripped off his filthy T-shirt, shocked at the moan that filled the air.
Noah stared at him, eyes bright with desire. “I knew you’d be ripped under there.”
He flexed—not because he was showing off, but because a wave of need hit him like an avalanche. He panted with it, fumbling with his button and zipper. He needed a shower, but he thought Noah did as well, so they were even.
He crawled up into the bed, Noah following him down and reaching for him before he was even horizontal. The first touch they shared, skin to skin, stole his breath and whatever good sense he had left.
Noah put one hand on his hip, thumb rubbing against his skin. The other hand rested on his chest, right over his heart, and Noah’s kiss made him dizzy again.
He let one leg slide up between Noah’s thighs, bringing their cocks close enough to rub, get that breath of friction.
“Uhn.” Noah jumped a tiny bit, hips rocking.
Lord, someone was hot off the mark. He appreciated the thought—his balls ached with wanting this fine man.
“I need to know.” He reached down, measured Noah from base to tip, learning the entire length of Noah’s hard shaft.
Perfect. Long and hard, just thick enough to really create some weight against his palm…. Mason wanted all sorts of things to happen with that cock.
“Please, honey. Please. Your touch.” Noah wiggled, trying to get more.
“You’re hot as hell and twice as hard.” He stroked up and down, then scooted even closer so he could reach down with both hands.
Noah stared at him, dark green eyes focused on him like a snake’s. Or a rabbit’s. Something. Whatever.
Maybe not the sexiest images. That focus was intense. Better.
“Hand stopping. Why?” Noah’s little smile teetered on the edge of uncertain.
“I was caught in your eyes.” Was that stupid? He started stroking again, because that would make it not matter.
“I can live with that answer.” Noah snagged his mouth in another kiss, and there was nothing slow burn about this one. It was a full-out attack on Mason’s senses. He fought to keep moving, to find that rhythm that he could stick with, something natural and easy. Otherwise he’d get lost in this kiss again.
Noah reached around to grip his ass, squeezing with both hands. That little roughness made Mason’s toes curl. He couldn’t believe they were doing this, couldn’t fathom how good it felt.
Everything in his vision, in all his senses, was Noah.
He squeezed tighter, thumbs working the slick tip of Noah’s cock on the next upstroke. Noah grunted, dragging them together, trapping his hands between them.
They rolled, Noah on top of him, and he had to let go so he could reach up and grip Noah’s shoulders. They rocked, their cocks rubbing together hard, the friction almost unbearable. They were roaring along now.
He managed to get one leg wrapped around Noah’s ass, making it just that much better.
“Uh-huh. Faster.” Noah stared down at him, cheeks burning, lips parted.
“Faster.” He was totally into that. Completely and utterly. “Come on. Need you.”
Like he needed his next breath.
“Yeah.” Noah drove down against him, pushing him. They needed this too badly to slow down, to try to make it last. Mason didn’t want to think about only doing this once, but even if this was it, it felt too good, too right. “Come on, honey, give it up.”
Yeah. Yeah, give all of it.
Noah kissed him one last time, which was all it took. That tiny, stinging bite to his lower lip sent Mason over the edge, and he cried out into Noah’s mouth when he shot, hot and wet between their bellies.
Noah followed along in short order, driving against him with quick, brutal strokes. The expression on Noah’s face was fierce, damn near feral. One of pure need.
Mason held him, his heart still racing, his body shaking a little. Damn. Just damn.
“I got you.” Noah held him close, rocking him. “I got you, honey. Breathe.”
“I forget how.”
“I hear you.” Noah laughed, the sound a wee bit shaky. “Wow.”
His own chuckles joined with Noah’s, low and close to hysterical. Frankly, Mason wasn’t sure how much more his body could take.
“Do you need to hit the bathroom, honey?” Noah asked, not letting him go one bit.
“No. I think I’ll just stay right here. Possibly forever.”
“I think that sounds like a great idea.” Noah shifted to the side some to give him some air, that big body going a little boneless. “Long day.”
“Yes.” But it was over, and it had been successful.
Both those things were good.
Not as good as the man resting against him, maybe, but pretty damn good, nonetheless.
He smiled up at the ceiling for a moment, so proud of their team, his hands moving gently on Noah’s back.
Then Mason closed his eyes, and that was all it took to put him right to sleep.
Chapter 9
B reakfast was amazing, and the mountain air cleared whatever fog was still in Noah’s head from the previous day. He sat with his coffee out on the makeshift patio that had been set up for the wedding party, and damned if Noah couldn’t stop grinning.
Especially when he got to watch Mason bustle back and forth, making sure the cleanup crew had done their job.
Now that he’d had that muscled butt in his hands, he couldn’t stop looking at it. Lusting after it either. He had to watch his step or he’d end up making trouble for Mason, at least while the wedding party was still mostly here.
Momma was in Aspen, getting her shopping on. Daddy had gone out with Tanner at first light to fish. There were still a lot of folks milling about, though.
“Pardon me, Mr. Wright?” Doug’s father wore a pair of slacks and a golf shirt, and he looked decidedly uncomfortable. Noah wasn’t sure why the man would have come back to the ranch from Aspen when there was a plane waiting for them there.
“Mr. Preston.” He never felt good calling the man Terry.
“I don’t suppose you have seen the young man that runs the event planning? I’m afraid we are going to have words.”
Christ. Dallas royalty could suck his left nut.
“Why is that, sir?” Noah sat up straight, knowing he was more intimidating when he appeared formal rather than relaxed.
“His gold-digging tramp of an assistant has run off with my son!” Preston hissed. “Can you imagine? I want an apology, I want the man fired, and I want a refund for your expenses!”
“For my expenses?” He blinked. “I’m not sure I understand.”
“For this… this nonsense! Cabins and mason jars and a hound dog for a ring bearer? This is going to be on the society page! And now? Someone has seduced my son!”
Oh, no one had seduced Bryan Preston. Bryan had been stalking Trev on sight. It had been funny as fuck, barring the whole thing where Mason had had to work twice as hard.
Noah took a deep breath. “Your son, the one who got married, I mean, approved all of this. Well, maybe not the seduction, but he was the one who insisted on cornholing and the doughnut wall.”
“Yes, well, we were hoping that Samantha would curtail some of this nonsense, not encourage it.”
“You have met my sister, right?” He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “Are you happy about the news? You’re going to be a grandpa.”
“We would have been happier if they’d waited until after their honeymoon to catch, but yes.”
Wow. Okay. Noah shrugged. “Things happen as they do. I’m sorry you were unhappy with the accommodations and the ceremony, but Sammy was pleased, and Doug seemed pretty good with it.”
“Still, I need to speak with someone regarding the current unpleasantness.”
“You mean with Bryan? Why don’t you speak to him if you’re so worried about your son fucking the help?” It popped out because he was getting pretty damned pissed.
“Excuse me? Vulgarity is the sign of an uneducated mind.”
“Is there a problem, Mr. Preston?” Mason stood there, pale but calm, the only sign of distress the glitter in those blue eyes.
“There is. Your employee has absconded with my son!”
Mason didn’t react, just answered calmly. “Has he? Well, the event is over, Mr. Preston. What Trevor does in his time off is not my affair, I’m afraid.”
“He seduced my son! They left together last night.”
“I wish them much happiness.”
“I want him fired!” Preston bellowed, and Mason didn’t so much as flinch.
“That isn’t possible, sir. Trevor tendered his resignation last night.”
Noah fought the urge to laugh out loud. Looked like Trev was hoping to become a kept man.
Given how Doug had fallen for Sammy and never once let her doubt it, he wasn’t sure Trev wasn’t lucky.
“Well, I—” Preston sputtered and waved his hands.
“Do you need a ride back to Aspen?” Noah asked. “I think perhaps you ought to head on out.”
“You owe this man his money back! I will tell everyone about this.”
“About how your son seduced my assistant and left me high and dry?”
Oh, there was that temper.
Preston took a step back. “I beg your pardon?”
“It will take me months of costly training to replace Trevor. Not to mention the hours of work it will take me to change passwords and bank records and such. I should invoice Bryan.”
Man, Mason was in high dudgeon. Noah had read that term in a book when he was a kid, and he adored the turn of phrase.
“This wedding was arranged exactly as per instruction. The bride and groom both expressed their approval, as did the man bankrolling the ceremony. I appreciate that you’re unhappy that your son’s queer, but honestly, that’s outside my purview. I just do weddings, not matchmaking.”
“I—well, I….”
“No.” Noah slapped his hand down on the table, then stood. “That’s enough, Mr. Preston. I’m sorry you’re not pleased. However, I paid for this damned wedding, and I am perfectly happy with both Rustic Romance and the Leanin’ N. Do you understand?”
“I’m going to speak to my son about this!”
“When you do, tell Trev to send me back my keys. He forgot.”
Preston stormed off, shoulders hunched and fists clenched.
“That is one pissed-off man,” Noah murmured.
“He needs to remove the stick from out of his ass. He’d feel better.”
“He totally would.” He glanced at Mason. “Trev really quit on you?”
“He’s heading to Maui with Bryan.”
“Wowie.” When Mason glared, he chuckled. “Okay, that was stupid, but it popped out. I’m sorry, honey.”
“It’s okay. I just have to hire someone else.” Mason sighed, looked around. There were cowboys dismantling yurts, someone filling ditches from where the semi had left the fancy-assed port-a-potties, and a handful of bridesmaids riding horses in the pasture. “This was a wedding like no other.”
“It sure was unique.” He caught Mason’s hand with his. “You all right?”
“I’m okay. I think. I’ve never… not with a client.”
“No?” Noah had to admit, that was truly cool. That he was the one to tempt Mason into it. “I’m glad you did.”
“I am too.”
“Are you?” He searched Mason’s face, wanting to see something there. Noah wasn’t sure what.
“Yeah. I mean….” Mason shrugged. “Yeah.”
“Thank you.” He smiled because he had to. “I’m sorry he’s such an old fusspot.”
“Fusspot. Man, you can tell you two are related now….”
“I was trying to be nice.” Noah winked. “What all else do you have to do today?”
“To be honest, I was going to rest for a day or three, but Trev….”
“Oh, man. You have an event midweek. Is there anything I can do to help?” He would have to go home soon, get back to his own business, but he wanted to steal more time with Mason.
“Tell me you aren’t flying out tonight?”
“Nope. Day after tomorrow.” He crossed his fingers to cover the lie, because as soon as Mason turned his back, Noah would text Maydell and have her arrange it.
“You have plans?”
“I don’t.” Noah made a surprise face. “I kinda rearranged my schedule when I figured out how much I liked it up here.”
“I’d rearrange my plans for you, Mr. Wright.”
Noah melted. Just pure-D melted. “Would you? How about dinner tonight?” Even if they stayed and let Geoff cook for them, it would be magical.
“How about dinner and a nooner?”
“I can totally get behind that.” He took Mason’s hand so they could go wherever they were going together.
Chapter 10
T hey ended up staying at the ranch for the day. Stoney took Mason’s phone, and Mason went to pretend that he didn’t have problems and clients waiting for him, that Noah wasn’t a billionaire with more power and personality and wealth than he’d ever have, and they went to have a picnic up in the mountains, complete with basket, blanket, and beer.
They sat together after they ate the fried chicken and coleslaw and potato salad Geoff made for them, holding hands and playing twenty questions about each other’s life.
“You seriously were in a motorcycle gang?” Mason stared over at Noah, wide-eyed. “That’s either cool or terrifying.”
“I know, right? My wild days are long over.” That quirky little smile on Noah’s lips told Mason the man was pretty proud of his past.
“I’m not wild. I grew up in Denver, went to Colorado State, got a job in Aspen, and have been here ever since.”
“We were dirt poor when I was little, but then Daddy found a business he could do, and we moved up slow but sure until I struck oil.” Noah picked at a bunch of grapes. “Now I work all the time. Does that sound whiny?”
“No. It seems like that way. The more successful you are, the crazier life gets. I mean, I’m not successful like you are, but I get it on the small scale.”
“You run yourself ragged. You did say you hadn’t done anything on the scale of Sammy’s wedding before, but I was damned impressed.” Noah reached out to touch the back of his hand. “I didn’t want to be at first.”
“We’re supposed to be prissy assholes. That’s why I do rustic, outdoor living, and redneck events. It suits my personality.”
“It sure does.” Noah touched his wrist, then slid long, strong fingers up his arm. “I expected you to be more flamey, really.”
“I feel like I am here sometimes, but I am who I am.” And he sort of liked it, to be honest.
“That’s a good thing.” Noah moved a little closer.
“Is it?” He plucked a grape and reached to slide it over Noah’s bottom lip.
“It is. You’re strong and organized, hot as hell, and willing to go toe-to-toe with me and Old Man Preston. I need someone who can tell me to go to hell.” Noah nipped the grape out of his hand.
“I wish you weren’t going home so soon. I mean, I’m not asking you to stay. I’m not stupid. I have clients, you have a vast corporation deal, and we both have to work, but still, I’ll miss you.” Listen to him, spilling his guts like a dork. He was having a summer fling.
“Me too. I—” For a confident, übersuccessful man, Noah could sure evince uncertainty. “I want to see you again, Mason. For real.”
“Yes.” Simple as that. Yes. He reached out, then moved to straddle Noah’s thighs. “I think we have something, Noah.”
“I think we do too. Kiss me?” Noah held him in place, hands on his hips.
“I can do that.” He leaned forward, the ease of this still making shivers slide down his spine. He’d had many new lovers over the years, and they had all taken more work. Even if they’d never dumped him on the floor.
The kiss started out nice and slow, and he reminded himself that ticks in delicate places—hell, ticks in any places—were bad. They would just have to make out like fiends and save the acrobatics for an indoor romp.
“You think all the time, O’Reilly. All the time.”
“It’s my job.”
“I’m not a client here. I’m a lover.”
Right. Noah’s words made him melt again.
“Mmm. Much better.” Noah grabbed him, fingers digging into his scalp, and he groaned, licking into Noah’s mouth.
They were going to set the woods on fire.
Chapter 11
“M aydell, I need those soil sample reports.” Noah was about to head out of the office for the day, and he was already stripping off his tie and jacket. The early July heat out there was brutal, and he would be drenched with sweat before he even made it to his SUV.
