It isn’t that state trooper Mitch Adams doesn’t trust his boyfriend Daryl Danson. They’ve been in an exclusive relationship for eight years, the last five of which they’ve lived together. He knows Daryl isn’t interested in other guys, and he knows Daryl loves him.<br><br>But Mitch doesn’t like the fact that Daryl, a physical therapist turned professional masseuse, spends his working hours touching other people’s bodies. It’s hard to understand that the loving massages he receives in the bedroom aren’t the norm, especially since he’s never had a professional massage.<br><br>Mitch decides to do a little investigative work and discover for himself what exactly happens in the massage parlor. But when Daryl finds out about the appointment, he decides to give his lover a rub-down Mitch won’t soon forget.

Rub Me the Right Way

The hands rubbed over Mitch’s chest—lightly at first, almost experimenting, glancing over the sheet he had pulled up to his collar bone. One finger brushed his nipple slightly and it hardened beneath the fabric. A spark of lust spiraled through him, from nip to cock tip, and he was glad he hadn’t removed his briefs. His dick swelled in the tight confines of his underwear, ignoring his silent plea to go limp. It had been an accidental touch, nothing more. Nothing to get all worked up about, really.


Then the finger found his nipple again. This time it wasn’t an accident, Mitch knew; the finger pressed down on the tiny erection, then rubbed in a circular manner, exciting the nipple further. Another finger found his other nip, and it, too, was teased and tickled into standing up.


Chapter 8