Chapter 45

When Jay winced, Dean fought to ease up on his grip, fearing he’d crack one of Jay’s ribs. All the while, his mind raced. If he were such a lone wolf, why worry what other people thought? Why should it cross his mind to care?

“What’s wrong with you?” Jay asked, voice soft, touch wandering, stroking over Dean’s neck, his shoulders and back, the caress conveying comfort, not sex. “What’s got you so worked up?” Jay’s hands made wider circles, but Dean could only shake his head. “Dean, you’re scaring me.”