Chapter 107

A few people were walking between the motel and parking lot. It was still light enough outside, seeing what they were doing inside the car would be easy.

Taren reached across and slid a hand through Ian’s hair, pulled him over and held him firmly. His other hand reached inside Ian’s shirt so he could pick up the chain resting on Ian’s chest. A few tugs and Ian’s nipples throbbed with the need to be touched and his ass squirming against the leather seat again.

“People can see you,” Taren murmured. He inched nearer and drew Ian even closer for a kiss.

Taren’s lips were warm and soft. Taren’s tongue slipped into Ian’s mouth and at the same time Taren moved the hand from Ian’s hair down his back and wrapped an arm around Ian’s waist. Ian was dragged closer to Taren while the man twisted and tugged on first one nipple clamp, then the other.