Chapter 33

Aaron groaned, and pulled Quinn closer. Quinn came easily. Aaron could feel his erection pressing against his thigh.

“I want you on your back,” Aaron said. “I want you face to face.”

Quinn rolled away from him, into a seated position with his feet on the floor. Then he stood and slid his borrowed boxers down. The moonlight painted his skin in light and shadow. Aaron saw scars on his back that he hadn’t noticed before, and he watched the way the muscles in Quinn’s ass flexed as he bent and pulled the boxers free of his ankles.

Aaron wished he could move so fluidly. He tugged his shirt over his head, and then sat and wrestled his boxers off. He was sweaty with exertion before they’d even started, but his dick was hard and throbbing, and no way was he stopping now.

And then Quinn walked out of the room.