Chapter 22

“You’re going to kick me out now and forget my name, aren’t you?” Persimmon asked from the bed, half-seated, nipples hard and sweaty, a smile on his face that could tell anyone he had just had the best sex with the greatest guy.

Tate laughed. “Not a chance. I think I’m going to keep you.” He leaned on his left side and kissed Persimmon. A flood of ultra-warm emotions waved through his core; something he could have labeled as love, but wasn’t sure. Following the kiss, he said, “You’re mine now, guy, whether you know me or not.” He climbed out of bed and slipped into his abandoned boxer-briefs. As he was leaving the bedroom, over his right shoulder, he said, “Stay here. I have a little something for you.”

“But you already gave me something big,” Persimmon said, chuckling, glowing.

Tate winked at the man. “Size doesn’t matter. Don’t let anyone fool you that it does.”