Chapter 32

“Billy and Sam?”

I nodded.

Pulling me toward him, Mark said, “Were we that bad when we finally found each other?”

“Worse. I couldn’t believe that such a handsome hunk said he loved me. I kept having to pinch myself.” I nuzzled Mark’s neck.

“Silly,” Mark chuckled. “I’ll never forget that Christmas Day.”

“The day I got the best gift ever.”

“Me, too.” Mark started undoing my belt. “At least it’ll be easy to remember our anniversary.”

“Stop it.” I slapped at Mark’s hand had just gotten hold of a certain rather firm part of my anatomy through my trousers. “Sam could come down and see us.”

“So? It’s not like he doesn’t have one of his own.” Mark gave my dick a squeeze. “But not one as nice as this.” He started to pull down my zip.

“Mark!” Then realising I was talking too loudly, I said, “We can’t.”

Mark pouted. “I wouldn’t care, we didn’t have the fun of creating him, but we’ve got to suffer the pains of having him.”