Chapter 19

“Er—unh—you wanted to talk to me?”

“Not really. I wanted to do this.” Doyle caught Bobby by the upper arms and dragged him forward the last few inches until they came together. He lifted one hand to tangle in Bobby’s thick dark hair, then pulled back his head to turn up his face. Bobby’s mouth was still open in shock when Doyle covered it with his own. He took full advantage of the opportunity and thrust in his tongue, dueling with the younger man’s in a match almost violent in its urgency.

Without ever breaking the kiss or losing his hold, Doyle steered the other man toward the nearest stall, an empty one since Powwow was the pony stable’s only occupant. Still, there was fresh straw on the floor, and the manger and water bucket were in place. The straw beckoned, but the manger might also serve.