Chapter 20

We are not animals—although some might disagree. Among the tangled sheets and comforter he gets on all fours and I apply a condom and lube to my erection. I slip inside him and do what needs to be done to let him fully understand that we are lovers, no longer in the friend zone. Howls and growls and masculine grunts are heard along the lake. He is pinned underneath my weight, motionless, completely trapped. Necks eventually arch together. My palms and fingers dig and dig and dig into his hips. Lust and heat mix within the bedroom as I pleasure the both of us. We rock to and fro. Spiral. Out of control.

“I love you, Wayne Joslin. I have always loved you,” he whispers, coming as I throttle his tool in my right palm, working it up and down between his legs as he kneels in front of me.