Chapter 96

He closed his hands over George’s rump, rocked up against him, and shivered as George enclosed their pricks with his own hands and pulled and stroked and drove them insane.

It didn’t take long—they were still too new to the pleasure of having each other whenever they wanted—and soon they were coming.

“I love you, hummingbird,” Bart murmured when he finally caught his breath.

George turned his head and whispered words of endearment in Spanish. He didn’t need to translate them—Bart would never forget their meaning—”My soul, my life, my heart.”

He was sorry George’s life had so much sadness in it, but Bart had him now, and he’d make sure it was filled with happiness from now on.

Bart smiled and closed his eyes. Just for a minute or so, he promised himself.

* * * *

He woke to the sounds of whispering.

“Have you washed your hands and faces?”

“Yes, Georgie.”

“All right, then go on down to the restaurant with Frank. Bart and I will be right along.”