Chapter 27

Nausea coiled in his stomach and he lifted one foot to take a step back, tensing, ready to pick up his shoes and clothes, to back out of the room.

“Dean. Oh please, Dean. Yessssss.” Jay’s fantasy came vibrantly alive, echoing around the room, carried on the soft plea.

Whatever fight raged inside him, Dean lost. A small voice screamed insanity, but Dean was indifferent. The sick sensation eased back. His body thrummed. Desire blotted out rationality, smothered all thought. Dean walked a path where at the end lay one important thing—absolute need. The demand meant one outcome. Jay’s soft moans, his pleas, every mention of Dean’s name stoked the embers of a fire, caused the heat to increase, and left Dean as the acetylene torch.

“Fuck me, Dean. Please fuck me.”