Chapter 40

“You look amazing.”

John laughed without bothering to explain why. “I do?”

Parker nodded. “Hot as hell. Can I fuck you? Let me fuck you, John. Can I do that?”

“I thought that was why we were here—” Parker reacted immediately. He pulled back and began to manoeuvre John on to John’s chest. “Whoa,” John demanded. “Do you even have a—”

“My jacket. Yes, I do. One second.” Parker crab-walked to the edge of the bed and found his feet. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“It’s my room…” John said over his shoulder. “Wait. You have a condom in your jacket?”

Parker shrugged and grinned. “It was a party. Of course I do.” He hopped back on the mattress, entirely too jovial for sane, with his jacket gripped in his fist. He dug through the inner pocket and pulled out not one, but what turned out to be a press-pack row of four prophylactics. “Always be prepared, and whatnot.”

John shook his head and then lowered his chest to the mattress, ass up. “You are far too confident for your own good.”