Chapter 36

Wandering up to see what was going on, Commando bumped against Trek’s leg to be sure he got noticed. Pulling barely clear of the ongoing kiss, Trek reassured his dog. “It’s okay, bud. You’ve seen this go down before. Later, okay?” That resolved, he went back to the oscular assault. It was hot, wet, demanding, and intended to blow right past any hesitation Dan might still harbor.

Seemed like it worked. Dan’s arms wrapped around Trek’s more slender frame and dragged him closer. So close their lower bodies almost fused together as if their mutual heat vaporized one pair of jeans and one pair of khaki Dockers. It wasn’t close enough, though. Trek edged a hand between them and pried at Dan’s belt buckle. When it slid free, he tackled the zipper. Weighted by the big rodeo-style buckle, Dan’s jeans began to sag, slipping down past his lean hips.