Chapter 9

Elijah was automatically different. He held Sam like he didn’t want to let go. He kissed like it was the last thing he was ever going to do. He tasted like heat and passion and need, all rolled up in one tightly muscled, beautiful package.

Sam moaned as their tongues twisted together. His fingers grappled with the towel. He despised the fabric separating them. It fell to the floor, and he took the opportunity to finally smooth his palms over Elijah’s perfect ass.

Elijah moaned into Sam’s mouth, and his hard cock pressed against Sam’s thigh. Each flex of Sam’s fingers elicited another moan and a shudder through his muscled body. He was so wrapped up in the effects of each caress and slide of his tongue on Elijah’s body that he didn’t notice when Eli’s hands went to his fly. Not until his zipper was pulled down and his cock freed.

“God, you would not believe what you do to me.” Elijah kissed his jaw. “I’m surprised I got through the shoot at all.”