Chapter 35

“Duke, wait,” he gasped, pushing on Duke’s shoulder.

Duke responded immediately, pulling away from Bryson. He looked up, concerned, eyes wet and lips pink. “You don’t like it?”

Bryson coughed a laugh. “I love it. I just don’t understand why I’m not doing it back.”

A smile erased a million worries from Duke’s face, and he slipped back and away from Bryson. He motioned to the space beside him. “I won’t say ‘no’ to that.”

“Thistime you won’t say ‘no,’ you mean.”

As Bryson stretched out on the bed, Duke rolled off it. There was nothing overtly sexy about the way Duke stripped—deliberate moves revealing a hard, untrimmed body that had its own fair share of bruises and scars—but that made the show somehow sexier. To Bryson, Duke was exactly the way a man should look. His thick, strong legs were almost hotter than the thick, hard cock that stood out above them. Almost.