Chapter 80

At the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, Jay gathered up his wayward thoughts and dumped them along with a pile of magazines in the corner of the room they intended to use as the office. He sprinted to the front door, squirming on the way, fidgeting at the threshold, almost hopping, eager to greet his other half. Dean took his time turning off the ignition, opening the driver’s door, getting out of the car. He moved as he always did, lazy, unhurried, only more so. The son of a gun knew too well why Jay failed to keep still, and it had nothing to do with welcoming Dean home, and all to do with the hard object already inside him.