Chapter 28

“Feel better?” Jarrett asked.

“As soon as I get some coffee in me,” he mumbled.

He could have stalled facing them. He’d woken up to the distant hum of voices and knew automatically one of them was Jarrett’s. Though he was disappointed he didn’t remember Jarrett coming back to bed, the sleep had been worth it. His dreams had been Sahara hot, a sweaty Jarrett covering him, smothering him, filling every hole he had before pulling Eli onto him so he could do the same. They were far more graphic than the ones he’d had as a teenager. Experience did a lot to show just how much was possible when two men really went at it.

The desire to see Jarrett in the aftermath of that amazing kiss drove him out of bed, first to the bathroom to beat off because he wouldn’t embarrass Jarrett in front of the Feds by walking around with a hard-on, then to the life’s blood he needed if he wanted to face what was yet to come.