Chapter 27

The light scent magnified a hundredfold; Lyle could almost see purple shoots of lavender spring through the rugs and concrete. Then, before Lyle had a chance to respond, Arius was reaching between them, sliding the oil over Lyle’s cock, and the mental images intensified with the sensation. He could imagine the wind licking Arius’s hair and the trees sighing in the wind. Lyle’s heartbeat accelerated, his breath tripped over his watering tongue, and sweat pricked out on his skin.

“Ah, lust,” Arius sighed. “Truly one of the finest scents of a man’s body, wouldn’t you say, Lyle?” He slid forward over Lyle’s slick cock and lined up their bodies.

Lyle gasped. “Holy fuck.”

“Tell me you want me.” Arius’s voice was husky and low. “Say it.”

There wasn’t a second of hesitation in Lyle’s reply. “I want you. More than breath. More than—”