Chapter 7

The two of them gasped with pleasure.

“Oh, God. Take me to the bed now, Dezi.”

Dezi looked toward the bed in the other end of the trailer. It couldn’t have been more than a few feet, but it looked as if it were a million miles away. He didn’t want to let go of Rox long enough to get to it. He wanted Rox now, on the table, on the floor, anywhere he could have him.

“Please,” Rox whispered. “The bed.”

“Whatever you want,” Dezi whispered.