Chapter 47

“I love you, damn it,” he mutters into Brody’s mouth.

Brody grins against his lips. “Love you, too, fuck it all.”

Gavin laughs. “Do we really have to finish the wine? Or can’t we just put a cork in it and call it a night? Because I want you in me, and now.”

“We have to finish what’s in the glasses,” Brody says, reaching for the wine glasses abandoned on the table. He hands Gavin one and keeps the other. “We can’t just pour it back. Most people don’t fill them up so much.”

“No problem.” Gavin tosses back his wine, emptying the glass in one long swallow. Brody’s still downing his when Gavin stands. He tucks himself back into his jeans, wincing at the warm wetness in his briefs, but he won’t be in them for much longer. Recorking the wine, he holds a hand out to his lover and asks, “Ready?”

Brody swoons as he stands, and laughs. “Straight to my head,” he says, placing a hand against his temple as if to keep it from reeling. “Lead the way.”