Chapter 17

Dan shucked the uniform, right down to and past his skivvies. Then he pulled the bag out from under the bed and took out the chaps. The stiff leather felt odd against his skin as he stepped into them, but the abrasion was also exciting. He was half hard before he had the belt fastened and settled the chaps low on his hips. He paused just long enough to slip a couple of items from the nightstand into the pocket on the chaps’ left leg.

Barefooted, he eased the door open and tiptoed out into the hall. He paused, listened. Trek was still in the kitchen, so he padded quietly toward those noises. He found Trek whistling tunelessly as he stuck the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher. The bent-over rear view looked so fine, Dan had to clear his throat before he could speak. At the sound, Trek whirled to glance his way. And stopped, totally frozen, dead still.

“Oh my God and a million little kittens!”