Chapter 41

The look he intercepted when he glanced across the table at Trek was hot enough to peel the paint off his grandpa’s big-ass red Midwest barn. He went from zero to rock-hard in a nanosecond. “I—er—we#rsquo;d better go inside. rdquo; He could barely croak out the words.

Before they were a full step past the patio door, Trek grabbed him from behind with both arms. Dan could have pulled free if he’d tried, but he had no motivation. For a breath or two, the other man just held on, an awkward, intense hug. Then his right hand dropped to the bulged front of Dan’s jeans and rolled slowly against the stiff ridge penned behind the unyielding denim.

“What’s the most exciting thing you ever dreamed, ever wished for?” Trek’s breathy whisper sank in finally, past the overwhelming rush of pure sensation.

“I—I1rsquo;m not sure. I don rsquo;t think I have much imagination. Or maybe just not enough experience.nrdquo;