Chapter 51

“Go away before I call the police,” Jason stands and warns. “Head back over to your own party.”

One of the three men shout over the empty space between them, “Nice missionary position, guy! You can use your cock in me if you want! When you’re done, your buddy can use his in me!”

“Fuck,” Dillon whispers. He rolls off the blankets, stands, rushes toward the threesome near the shell-covered trail, and intimidates them with a swinging arm and his tempestuous tone, “Get the fuck out of here! Go play with your friends! I’m trying to have a romantic moment with my boyfriend here and the three of you are fucking it up!”

“He means business,” one of the trio says.

“He’s bigger than we are,” another one of the trio says. “The guy will beat the fuck out of us if we don’t leave them alone. He looks like a fucking professional wrestler or boxer.”

“Let’s bolt,” the third puts his two cents in.