Chapter 26

“I don’t know…what should I do?”

“That depends. Do you want to touch me?”

Alonzo had spent a great deal of time touching Ben. He had inspected Ben’s skin, found marks and scars, tested the firmness of his flesh. But this wasn’t the same. Touching him in the darkness would be different.

“Yes.”

His quiet affirmative drew a soft sigh from Ben. He sat up, looming at Alonzo’s side, and worked at his pants until they were on a heap on the floor and his long, glorious body was completely naked to Alonzo’s touch. Grasping Alonzo’s wrist, he guided it to his groin, to the hard length of his prick.

He only uttered two words.

“Please, Alonzo.”

The strangest feeling washed through him—sharp and golden and hungry. He wanted to make Ben happy. He wanted to give pleasure more than he had ever wanted anything else. But he would be lying to himself if he claimed he wasn’t afraid. He was afraid of that desire, and he was afraid of doing it wrong, and he was afraid of where it would lead.