Chapter 8

“Eventually that, too.” Damian grinned. He reached for Jake’s erection. “Too bad we can’t use this for lube. Too sticky for that.”

Jake froze, biting his lip. “I didn’t bring any lube.”

Damian chuckled. “I did. Now, lie back and close your eyes.”

Jake did as he was told and relaxed against the pillows. Damian had brought lube? Which probably meant he had rubbers, too. Jake guessed Damian knew he’d get him into bed. It had always been pretty damn easy, really. Just a crook of Damian’s finger and he’d be on his knees begging for it

He wanted to watch Damian smearing the fudge on his cock and he was tempted to sneak a peek. Damian’s finger swirled around the tip, smoothing warm liquid there before slipping down to coat the shaft.

Jake rose a little and opened his eyes to watch. Damian looked up at the same time and smacked his thigh with a loud stinging slap.

“Didn’t I tell you to close your eyes?”