Tempestuous Revelation

Mason stood just inside the kitchen door and watched Dominic push the self-propelled mower over the last stripes of tall grass in the backyard. Sweat glistened on the broad width of his tanned shoulders and the wide expanse of his muscular chest. Mason licked his lips. He wanted nothing more than to go outside, drop to his knees, and worship every inch of Dom’s stunning physique with his lips and tongue.
The fact that the man he was lusting over was his twin brother should have freaked Mason out. It didn’t. Once he’d risked everything to convince Dom of his love, there was no looking back. No regrets. He hated that they had to keep the new aspect of their relationship a secret, but some things couldn’t be helped. The people in their area barely tolerated homosexuals; gay incest would get them run out of town or worse.
Mason shuddered to think about it. Rather than worry about something that would never happen, he grabbed a cold bottle of water out of the fridge and went out to offer it to Dom. As soon as Dom finished going over the last strip of yard and turned off the mower, Mason headed over. “Hey. The yard’s looking good.”
“Thanks.” Dom accepted the drink, popped the cap off, and chugged half the contents. Condensation leaked from the bottle and dripped down Dom’s neck. “Man, I needed that. It’s hotter than hell out here.”
“Yeah.” Mason moistened his lips. “The temperature isn’t the only thing rising.”
Dom laughed. “You’re crazy. I’m hot and sweaty and probably smell like a goat.”
Mason moved to within an arm’s reach of Dom, although he was careful not to get too close, and took a deep whiff of pure male musk and clean sweat. “I think you smell good.”
Dom shook his head, although he was still grinning. “What am I going to do with you?”
Mason glanced around to see if anyone was outside. Seeing no one, he reached out and ran his fingers down the center of his brother’s brawny chest. “Come inside and I’ll show you exactly what to do with me. Better yet, I’ll demonstrate what I can do for you.”
Dom jerked away from Mason. “Shit, Mason. Quit. We’re outside.”
“There isn’t anyone around.”
“I don’t care.”
“All right.” Mason relented, knowing Dominic had a right to be worried. “Let’s go inside, then.”
“I still have to weed-eat.”
“Quit being such a hard-ass.” Mason lowered his voice to barely above a whisper. “If you come with me right now, I promise to make it worth your while.”
“How worth my while?”
“Anything you want.” Even as Mason made the offer, he knew what Dom would want. His twin had a bossy streak a mile wide and rarely got to use it at home. Just because Dom was the more muscular of the two of them didn’t mean Mason kowtowed to his brother’s every desire.
Dom adjusted the bulge behind his fly. “You’re on. Lead the way.”