Chapter 11

“What?”

“You don’t happen to have a condom and lube, do you? Or even just the rubber will do.”

Travis’s cheeks reddened. “Um, no.”

“Well, damn. I don’t have condoms or lube.” Until that moment he hadn’t needed the supplies well…for a very long time. It was way too late to visit a store. He knew of a drug store nearby that was open all night but—

“Darrell.” Travis’s hand stroked his jaw, turning his attention back to the object of his lust. He raised a blond brow. “We still have our hands.”

Darrell grinned. “We sure do.” His fingers, which had stilled on the zipper of Travis’s pants, now got moving again. He quickly took care of the zipper, and pushed the offending garments, both pants and boxers, down far enough and closed his hand around the man’s large erect cock.