I drew Patrick up to his feet. He was a full head taller than me and that wide, strong chest filled my vision. The aroma of his dried sweat from the previous scenes with Aneth and Hannah was intoxicating. With an effort I slid to my left and began massaging his right arm. “You’re tense.”
“Surprise, surprise,” he said.
“Oh, now. I’m not really that bad am I? You volunteered for this, and you wouldn’t if you didn’t trust me, right?”
Patrick didn’t respond, at least not vocally, but I glanced down and his c**k was no longer limp. Not fully erect, but getting there. I guided him the short distance to the chair, patted the seat. “C’mon, take a load off. See, nothing’s happening. Everyone is still running around out there. You know, between you and me, I don’t think they even know we’re here.
