Chapter 20

“Yes. I don’t think I would like a different Brace Rivers as much as I like you.” Brace smiled. “I don’t think I’d like a different Jag Martin as much as I like you.” Jag straddled him, gently pressing against Brace’s erection. Brace put both hands on his back and pulled him forward, until their lips were almost touching. He liked having the weight of this boy—his husband—settled on his body. He liked the way his skin smelled with the night air, and the coolness of his mouth when they finally kissed. He sampled Jag’s lips with his tongue, testing the texture, thinking of all the ways he could kiss and touch Jag in the future. A future that only a few hours before didn’t seem possible at all.

“You ever kiss anybody before?” Brace asked.

Jag smiled against his mouth. “Why? Am I really bad at it?”

“No. You’re really good.”

“I must have a good teacher, then.”