Chapter 41

What the fuck were they doing? He hadn’t come here for this—his intention to talk, to attempt to repair their friendship became lost at the sight of Jay, of spying desire in the other man’s gaze. Dean forsook all sense of right and wrong with the knowledge Jay was available to him…if he wanted. The thought faded once more as Jay’s expression grew slack, a shudder raking his body.

Dean groaned, tilting his head back as much as the sofa allowed. Dean moaned through an enveloping haze of bewilderment, spiced with sex, soured with frustration.

This might not be right, some might even call him perverted, but sex was sex. What Dean failed to account for was more than his cock seemed caught up in the act. This should be fun, not harming anyone. He feared his reactions to Jay, the lust and love in Jay’s gaze alarming and addictive. That look also conveyed despair, made Jay appear haunted.