Chapter 14

Sam drew his lips over his lover’s chest. He stopped at Tarin’s brown nubs, nibbling, sucking, and laving the tips until they pebbled beneath his tongue. He ran his hands through the hair on Tarin’s chest, playing with the whorls over his pecs.

“I must apologize. Since Nezier died I have not used the depilatory cream. I’ll go and…”

“Don’t apologize, I love your chest hair. I like knowing you’re a man and not our fem. It’s shaped like a perfect T, leading down to the prize. If it’s not against custom, please don’t use the cream. Let me show you how much I love it, and you, exactly as you are.”

“No, it’s not against custom. Nezier didn’t like getting hair in his teeth,” Tarin said abruptly.

Sam laughed out loud. “Thank you for telling me that. At least now I know I’m not competing with a perfect man.”