Chapter 6

I was right. Great thighs.

Marcus lifted up from their kisses. Philip’s lips were wet, slick with them. His pupils were huge in the dim light of the gazebo. He tightened around Marcus’s waist with his legs, smiling at Marcus’s wince. “I’ve got you now,” he said, his voice husky and dark.

“You gonna ride me like you rode Gabby?”

“Count on it.”

Just as Marcus reached for Philip’s zipper, two skateboarders whinged inside the gazebo with a clatter of metal. They zipped around the picnic tables. One of them jumped up, rode his skateboard across the bench, then slammed back down to the ground. In a flash of baggy t-shirts and oversized pants, they were gone, seeming not to notice the two of them, or not caring.

Philip sat up and pushed Marcus back. “Let’s cool down for a sec.”

“Let’s not.”

“No, I mean it. I need to take a break.”