Chapter 59

The first thrust of Grady’s lubed fingers drove him down to the mattress, his arms bending beneath him easily, his face dropping to the pillow. He couldn’t breathe, no matter how hard he tried, and so he didn’t have enough air to speak and beg Grady to stop.

Though each probe of Grady’s fingers was strong and sure, he never pressed too deep or too hard. He twisted his wrist when he pulled out, and massaged the small of Colin’s back when he pushed back in again. More than once, he glanced across Colin’s prostate, but it always seemed to be an accident, his presence never lingering, never offering anything but the most fleeting of sensations.

He heard the condom wrapper tear, followed quickly by the snap of latex as Grady rolled it into place. The next nudge at his opening was thicker than before, but Grady paused before pushing forward.

“God, please tell me you’re ready for this, Col.”