Chapter 5

John felt his warrior lover come deep within him, a splash of fire that raced through his core like lava. Then a heavy weight collapsed upon him—the native dancer, his energy spent. Arms encircled John, holding him close, and he savored the man above him, the wilting dick still in him, the soft furs beneath his body.

For long moments, they lay like that, quiet. John didn’t know what had just happened between them, but he didn’t want to ruin it with words the native wouldn’t understand. But if the Sioux offered his regiment freedom? He wouldn’t take it. He wanted to stay here, in these arms, with this man.

When the warrior’s breathing evened out, deepening into sleep, John opened his eyes and blinked in the darkness. At first, nothing registered—the black night was so complete around them that nothing else might have existed but the two of them still meshed together.