Chapter 15

Which is why he needed that damn date tonight. He needed to get laid. Surely that would help him get over whatever the hell this was. And by the sound of it, Conner wasn’t looking for anything serious. He was in town for a few days and would be heading back to Boston Sunday night. Jack had thought they might hit it off and had set the whole thing up. Dustin was hoping for a bit of fun—something to push away the images in his mind of Raf fucking him over his sofa. Or his bed. Or the kitchen table. Shit.He needed to stop thinking of him like that.

Soon, he jumped into the shower and adjusted the water until he found the right temperature, letting the pulsing jet punch at his tight muscles. Once he’d bought the house, he’d switched to a showerhead with multiple-pressure levels.