Chapter 72

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“No. Dammit, Georgie, you made me come.”

“How?”

“The thought that you’d want to do this to me…”

“Yeah?” George lay there with a smug expression on his face. “But of course I would.”

Bart caught his breath, knelt between George’s legs, and nuzzled the hair that grew around George’s prick while he took the hard length in his hand and began long strokes.

It didn’t take much to make George come, and it was Bart’s turn to look smug.

George leaned up on an elbow and smiled down at him, one of those sweet smiles of his that had been missing since they’d learned of his pa’s death.

“I needed something to remind me I’m alive. Thank you, Bart.”

“You’re welcome.”

George cupped his cheek, ran his thumb over Bart’s cheekbone, and murmured some words in Spanish.

“What did you say?”

“My soul, my life, my heart.”

Heat rose in Bart’s cheeks. “You’re gonna need to teach me Spanish.”

“Okay.”