Chapter 33

“Are you sure this doesn’t involve me getting it up the ass somehow?” Vic asked, dubious. “Soap burns, you know?”

“You like it,” Matt countered. At Vic’s concession, though, Matt slapped the washcloth to Vic’s broad, hairless, heavily tattooed chest. His fingers began massaging the cloth against Vic’s skin, paying special attention to the ruddy nipples that stood up like hard nuggets beneath the suds. “But not tonight, poo bear. This is all about me making you feel good.”

Vic grinned. “Getting it up the ass feels good. Did you just call me ‘poo bear’?”