Chapter 15

His mouth was rough on Corey’s, his tongue licking into the hustler with a demanding air, insistent. Corey’s hands grabbed Will’s shirt, both holding him close and trying to push him away simultaneously. The hustler wanted him, wanted this, Will knew, but he didn’t want it here, in the sanctity of his own bedroom.

The nude body beneath his looked so defenseless, Will needed to feel it in his arms, needed to kiss it, touch it, love it. Corey’s naked body excited the protector in him, and Will wanted to shield all that bare flesh from any harm that might befall it. He wanted to cover it with his own body, keep it warm and safe, the way he hadn’t been able to with Tea.

Tea.

Like a ghost, Will’s last lover rose behind his closed eyes. For the briefest second, it was Tea’s young body Will held against his own; it was Tea’s mouth on his, Tea’s kisses again. Unconsciously, Will pulled Corey closer, clinging to him, as if that alone would stop the pain and chase away the past.