Chapter 12

It was a good kiss that turned into an exploratory tonsillectomy. His face was smoother than I expected, until my brain registered that he’d got up at nearly noon and it wasn’t even four yet. I also slowly realized that he’d pinned me to the wall just outside the kitchen. We were grinding against each other. I cupped my hands around the solid muscular curves of his butt cheeks, kneading them. He pushed against me a little harder, which I took to mean he enjoyed the grope.

“Upstairs?” he murmured, mouth parting from mine only an inch or so.

“Yeah.”

He followed me up to my bedroom, and we stripped. I wasn’t entirely sure what the game plan was, nor was I sure I cared. Brendan, naked in my bed was a good thing. His cock was thick and hard, angling almost straight out. I stroked him and he made a low groan of pleasure.