“You started it,” Rafe teased. “What else did you expect when you pulled me this close?”
“Cuddles,” Lyle lied. “It’s been a long day, after all.”
“Ah.” Rafe’s voice tickled Lyle’s lips and the sensation fanned the sparks of heat in Lyle’s blood into flares. “You should stop then.” In stark contrast to his suggestion, Rafe released Lyle’s hip to find Lyle’s c**k and traced the outline of it with all five fingers.
Lyle sucked in a breath, closed his eyes, and tried to recall every sound his bed, floor, and room made that might give away what they were up to. You’re an adult, his head told his body, I’m pretty sure he knows what you could get up to.
But my father, his conscience screamed, is right! Down! Stairs!
His voice shook when he finally pulled his senses together to respond, “No,
