Chapter 11

Bryce broke the kiss just long enough to paw at Charlie’s shirt, pulling the buttons free and pushing it down his shoulders. He smoothed his palms over Charlie’s bare chest, his fingertips skimming over both nipples until his skin was hard. He gripped Bryce’s shirt and pulled him into another kiss, working the buttons free with trembling fingers while he probed Bryce’s mouth with his tongue. Soon skin was pressed against skin, the rough blanket of hair on Bryce’s chest scraping against Charlie’s sensitive body.

He shivered. Not because he was cold. Because a piece that had been missing since before Sarah had clicked back into place.

Though Bryce protested, Charlie moved away from his mouth, licking along his stubbled jaw until every single one of his taste buds exploded. On a whim, he sank his teeth into the tight skin at Bryce’s neck, and felt more than heard the answering groan.