Chapter 12

As Jared leaned his shoulder against the wall next to the door, his gaze slid down Rick’s body. Six and a half feet of solid, lickable muscle. A perfectly molded ass that not even his off-the-rack pants could ruin the shape of. A very distinct bulge at his groin, the one that still had Jared’s fingers tingling from groping in the taxi. All his for the next eight hours. Rick wanted to get pounded into the mattress? Jared was more than happy to oblige.

The door swung open into darkness. Casting him a soft smile, Rick tilted his head toward the interior, then vanished inside without uttering a word. Jared followed, bound to him by the invisible threads of their desire. He nearly collided with Rick’s back where the man had paused to snap on a small lamp, but after catching himself, closed the rest of the distance to wrap his arm around Rick’s waist.

Rick groaned, grinding back against Jared’s erection. “You’re killing me here.”