Chapter 137

“Now you relax,” Dante tells him. “If you’re too wound up, it’ll hurt. Just relax, baby.” He starts to kiss him again, long, lingering kisses that unwind the nervousness inside him, and his fingers strum along Ryan’s skin, rubbing the tension away. Soon he feels like honey, melted and spread out across the bed. Kissing the tip of his nose, Dante murmurs, “Be right back.”

“Where are you going?” Ryan sighs. The bed shakes as his boyfriend climbs off. “We never bought condoms, did we?”