Chapter 22
“You’re a hell of a watchman,” Wynn whispered, his breath tickling Mick’s ear.
Mick sat up quickly, instantly awake. He searched for trouble even as his body responded to Wynn’s closeness—Wynn’s very naked closeness. “Damn, you scared me out of ten year’s growth,” he grumbled, pulling Wynn into a tight embrace. Seconds later he released him, moving away enough to look his lover over with a practiced eye for any visible wounds. “You heal up well,” he said, once he was certain Wynn had.
“Comes with the territory.” Cupping one hand behind Mick’s head, Wynn kissed him quite thoroughly while using his other hand to unbutton Mick’s shirt.
Soon enough Mick was as naked and as aroused as Wynn. His only complaint was that they had no lube. Wynn grinned, jumped to his feet and returne
