Chapter 21

There had been a horrible moment of sharp pain radiating from his balls. Pain like Carson had never experienced before. It was hot and overpowering, flooding his lower stomach like lava. Carson had frozen, midthrust, his entire body going rigid. In the next second, he understood that there was a cat attached to his sac. Until the night with Edwin, that had been the most horrible, surprising, unbelievable thing that had ever happened to him while with another man.

Whatever he had felt in Edwin’s bedroom hadn’t been as painful as the cat incident. But there had been definite pressure on his balls, and the shape and weight of five distinct fingers. And that sensation had only increased, the delicate pressure increasing until Carson had wanted to wrench away. Of course, Edwin’s hands had been well accounted for. And there had been nobody else in the room.

And he had been drunk.