Chapter 40

“Vic,” he sighed between kisses when they broke apart. He tore at the front of Vic’s sweatpants in his desire. “Make these go away. Now.”

With a deep laugh, Vic pulled down the front of the sweats, tucking them under the jockstrap he wore. So thatexplained the bulge Matt had seen. “Happy?”

Matt snapped the strap on Vic’s left leg with one hand as he unbuttoned his own jeans. “This too. Off. I want in.”

“We’re not really alone—”

“You see anyone else out here?” Matt wanted to know.

He had a point. They werealone—everyone else was inside, out of the cold, enjoying Roxie’s booze and counting down the last few minutes of 2009. With the tall fence that hemmed in the back yard, none of the neighbors would see them, and Matt would be quick, he could promise that. Hell, ten minutes, tops. The first time after a week of abstinence wasn’t going to be anything slow and sensual, by any stretch of the imagination. He’d be lucky if he didn’t come sliding it in Vic’s tight ass.