Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

he never had the chance. Mac tightened his hold and pulled him underneath, pressing his morning wood into Grayson's leg.
    "I dreamed this wasn't real, that you and I hadn't done what we did. I was devastated," Mac whispered in his ear.
    Grayson's breath shallowed out as Mac ground against his body. Breathing meant accepting everything would be okay, and he didn't know if it would be. Didn't want to expect everything to work out, because if it all worked out, he and Mac would be a couple. Could they really live as a couple? Every hope and dream he'd ever had in his adult life centered around Mac. Pathetic as it might be, he'd wanted Mac for years, just been too afraid to contemplate or ever act on his desires. Even when Mac came out, he hadn't acted. He feared Mac would turn him down so he kept quiet.
    "I didn't think..."
    "Think what?" Mac left a trail of kisses along Grayson's jaw, leaving him unable to finish his sentence. "Babe, what?"
    Grayson closed his eyes, focusing on the question. "I feared you wouldn't want me. You'd wake up and ask me to leave, kick my ass to the curb and toss me out."
    Mac slid his tongue over Grayson's mouth, sending a shiver through him. His already stiff dick hardened more. Grayson opened to Mac's insistent tongue, allowing the guy to invade his mouth like he wanted Mac to invade his body.
    The kiss ended too soon and Grayson opened his eyes, staring up into Mac's dark ones. "Don't leave me."
    "No, never."
    The door crashed open behind them, Mac jumped but the guns pointed in their face held both Mac and Grayson in place. Angry scowls and dirty looks passed between the men as they ascertained what Mac and Grayson were doing together. Disgust evident in their stance and on their faces.
    Abbot Benton, his eyes bright with anger, tisked his tongue then spoke. "I knew you were fakes the minute I laid eyes on you. And now this. At first I wasn't going to let them come and take you, I'd planned on making up some excuse or something to get you to leave, but now, I won't ask them not to kill you."
    Grayson swallowed, trying to force down the bile in his throat. At least he and Mac had last night together. Anger rose up inside of him. Their circumstances were totally unfair. They deserved to have a relationship, not this. Why did their bond have to end before it had even started?
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    Mac hated himself for getting Grayson into this mess. The guy was too special to be treated this way. Fuck, he'd messed up big time. For one night he'd dropped his guard. He'd let his emotions take him where he wanted to go and his body had followed willingly, enthusiastically, shutting out every ounce of reason and putting his best friend, and now lover, in danger.
    "I'm sorry," he whispered behind Grayson, hoping the guy heard him, but praying the others didn't.
    "Get up," Abbot Benton spat before turning to leave the room.
    Grayson grabbed for his pants, his face red with embarrassment or anger, Mac couldn't tell which. The guys with guns didn't turn away and everyone got a good look at his now limp cock as he pulled on his pants. They filed out of the room, their captors surrounding them. The abbot stood off to the side, his face a mask of disgust. A small amount of shame trickled through him, and he felt unsure if he could even look at Grayson right now. How could he suffer embarrassment about anything he did with Grayson? The guy was his rock, his best friend, the one person he wanted to share everything with. Looking back he knew their being together was only a natural progression in their relationship. They were meant to be lovers, and how he'd never seen it before was a mystery.
    "Don't move," a big guy holding a gun on Grayson said.
    Mac wanted to reach up and smash in the guy's face, but one shot is all it would take to end his life. He had no gun to fight with, no knife to toss either. Defenseless, without any weapons, he'd have to rely on timing and wit to gain any advantage and they were severely out numbered.
    With a mixture of dread and fear, Mac stole a glance at Grayson, glad to see Gray composed, ready for action. He hadn't understood why he feared Grayson's reaction. Hell, maybe he experienced a little disappointment since his friend didn't need him more. Of course, his best friend had always been capable in every battlefield situation, no matter what type of shit storm they encountered Grayson handled himself magnificently.
    "I only hope God can absolve you of your grievous sin," Abbot