Chapter 16

Russell’s hand moved slowly, finding Reggie’s belly button, then it stopped.

Reggie swallowed—twice—and his dick yanked in his trousers. He couldn’t deny it anymore. He had an erection, forRussell and in front ofRussell, on the practice green. He’d die of embarrassment if he survived the excitement…

Maybe the British player hadn’t noticed it, maybe the soft lights had done their job.

Maybe…

Reggie closed his eyes and moistened his lips. He and Russell Lee—he had never felt as alive as when he was next to the man.

Then Russell drifted two fingers under Reggie’s belly button and left them there.

“Concentrate on your breathing, Reggie. Breathe deeply, until here, in the center of your belly…” He pushed his fingers a little lower than Reggie’s belly button and, under that pressure, Reggie feared he wouldn’t be able to resist. “While you breathe, keep your eyes closed and visualize the right posture, the correct grip, the path your ball will make…”