In the last installment of Cabin Fever
Jax’s breath caught as Mason’s fingers pressed higher, sliding under the edge of his boxers. For a heartbeat, the touch felt inevitable, tantalizing against overheated skin. Then Mason yanked his hand back like he’d been shocked, rolling sharply to the far side of the bed.
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