Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

find a building or anything, we'll stop and ask directions."
    Thirty minutes later they were driving back past the same intersection, now on the way to Nuevo Zaragoza and Dolores. They'd run into a nice farmer, just up for the morning chores and he'd set them on the correct path. In two hours they'd be at the monastery, the sun would be up and the element of surprise lost. They needed a plan but exhaustion pulled Grayson into a muddled place where coherent thought proved too much.
    "Hey, Gray, we need to stop. I'm about to drop," Mac mumbled.
    Grayson stretched and yawned. "Sure. How much longer."
    "An hour. You've been sleeping."
    "Really? I had no idea." Grayson swiped his hand over his face. His gaze fell on Mac and warmth spread through his body.
    "Snoring up a storm."
    "Jeez, like you don't snore like a freight train."
    "You love my snoring," Mac teased.
    "Yeah, I've always slept better with you by my side," Grayson admitted.
    "Same here."
    "What took us so long?"
    Mac pulled the truck off the road, parking behind a copse of trees, making sure they were semi-safe. He hadn't answered the question and Grayson began to worry until Mac unstrapped and scooted close. "Gray, I have no idea, but one thing I do know." The slide of Mac's lips against his made Grayson vibrate with pleasure. "I'm glad we've finally connected, that's all that matters now."
    Grayson snuggled close, closing his eyes, breathing in the essence of Mac. The urge to pinch himself fired deep inside. How had he gotten so lucky? Being with Mac was beyond his wildest imaginations. He never dreamt they'd actually connect and yet here he was, his hand on Mac's broad chest, his lips only inches from the man's skin. If they'd had a condom last night, he would have experienced the one pleasure he thought he'd go to his grave without ever having.
    "Mac?"
    "Yeah babe."
    "I've wanted this– you and me together. I never thought we would."
    Mac blew out a breath and pulled Grayson into his lap. Mac held him for a moment then Grayson leaned back, tugging Mac down on top of him, lying across the bench seat. They were too tall for this to be considered comfortable, but snuggling together short term would work.
    "Fuck, I love you," Mac groaned.
    Grayson's heart stalled and his breath caught in his throat. "You do?"
    "Gray, we've known each other for years, spent days and nights together, just never like this. You're my best friend."
    He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, savoring the moment, memorizing every scent, every touch and every sound, drinking in the first time he heard those words from the one man who meant the most to him.
    "Gray, you okay?"
    "I love you, too." Grayson attacked Mac, kissing, loving, and holding his best friend, wishing they were at home, in one of their beds. The night they would have.
    Mac shimmied down Grayson's body, popping the button on his pants, dipping low, sucking him in. "Ah, yes." Grayson moaned, arching up into Mac's mouth. The moist heat enveloped him, sending tendrils of fire racing over Grayson's skin, making every inch of his body tingle with a sensitivity that shook him to the core.
    When he came, he shouted Mac's name, filling the truck with his grunts and groans. After taking three deep gulps of air he sat up and pulled Mac into his arms. "You are the best." Grayson returned the favor, enjoying the taste of his lover as he sucked him dry, loving every second they were connected.
    They hunkered down, falling asleep as the sun peeked over horizon, shedding light over the parched landscape.
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    "We need a plan." Mac stared off into the distance. They'd woken about fifteen minutes ago. Both of them were starving, their bodies dirty and their moods nasty.
    "Hell, food first then a plan," Grayson grumbled.
    The guy in the back of the truck had started making noise at some point. They needed to get rid of him. Sure the dude had been willing to kill them, but Mac didn't have the heart to slit the guy's throat or put a bullet into him. Not that he had gone soft because he had guy sex, he just didn't think the idiot deserved to die.
    "Okay, let's get rid of our prisoner. We can cut the ties on his feet but leave his hands bound. Let him walk into town. We're far enough away from the monastery he won't make it back before we do."
    "Sounds good. Then we go get food."
    "Yeah babe, then we go get food," Mac jumped up and went to Grayson, pulling him into a tight hug. They melted together, holding on tight.
    Grayson sighed