Chapter 5“What should I do with you?” Broc tutted as he walked over to the hearth. He set the condom, wipes, and lube down a safe distance from the fire to warm.
Dawson’s eyes had gone wide. “I got the fire going?” He pointed at the blaze.
“Aye, but you still have your trousers on. I guess it’ll be up to me to get them off.” He crossed his arm and leaned against the warm stones next to the fireplace. “Now what were you up to?”
Dawson radiated guilt. “Nothing?”
“Sure, mate, and I’m the bloody king of England.” Broc narrowed his eyes. “Ah, I bet you were shaking that gift under the tree.”
“Well—”
“Naughty.” Broc was actually pleased, but he couldn’t help teasing Dawson a bit, the guy was too cute with pink cheeks. It’d not been the easiest thing to pull the carving out of storage, beca
