Chapter 113

“I don’t know how I’ll wait until later.” Dean almost growled out the words.

“Wish I’d found you here sooner,” Jay whispered.

Both men spoke over each other. Time froze. Seemed to, anyway. If only it could.

“Damn it,” Jay said, the simple utterance projecting so much of what Dean was feeling. Before Dean could respond, Jay was on him, his kiss brutal. They almost rolled, but mindful of the glass shards, Dean stood, taking Jay with him, the smaller man wrapping his legs around him. Dean carried Jay to the bed as he might a woman, a show of brute strength. Not that Jay objected. His only complaint came by way of a small moan as Dean set him down on the end of the bed.

“Got to touch…” Jay sounded breathless. He fumbled at the fastenings of Dean’s trousers, impatience making his movements awkward so Dean had to help or risk his clothes being damaged. For minutes the two fought each other in their mutual desire.