Chapter 41

Recalling Donovan’s teasing, TJ replayed the brief peek at Donovan’s erection and the look he shot TJ—like he was a juicy steak. Pheromones carried potently in the air, speaking of arousal and lust, on both of their parts. Memories of the last time they were together added to the spicy mix of arousal and need. The hormone driven need might have waned a bit, but his desire for Donovan hadn’t. But, more than that, he craved the playfulness, the chipper attitude Donovan always seemed to possess. Like a ray of sunshine, one that warmed those he touched.

Talk about being dramatically mushy. He’s hot. He’s fun. He’s ours for the taking. Simple as that.

TJ chuckled at his inner beast, letting him have free rein to do as he pleased. Touché.

He put on the jets, quickly catching up with the polar bear as he navigated his way around some downed logs.