“How…how did you think of it?”
“Wishfully. Hungrily.” He glanced up for a split second, but it was long enough for the desire there to go straight to Mason’s cock. “Often.”
Mason’s tongue was thick against the roof of his mouth. All of the blood in his body flowed away from his head. “Me, too.”
A heavyset woman plodded up to the jukebox, casting Anton into silence again. He sipped his beer, shifting in his seat to stare out over the thin crowd, and gave Mason another excellent view of his profile.
“Se?orCantu doesn’t know about…about my past,” Anton said when the woman moved away again. “Pedra understands how he is about Miguel. He wouldn’t have welcomed me into the family as readily if he knew.”