Drew wasn’t sure what time it was when they’d fallen asleep, but sleeping felt good after f*****g…three, four, five times?
Drew woke up to a sharp bang on the door. He blinked, scrubbing sleep from his eyes, and looked over at Shawn, sprawled beside him, one arm thrown over Drew’s stomach. Drew smiled and brushed blond curls away from Shawn’s forehead.
Shawn stirred and opened his eyes. “Good morning, mate.” Another loud knock startled them both. “Somebody’s at your door.” Shawn yawned and rolled onto his back.
“Probably Housekeeping,” Drew said, sliding out from under the covers. He lifted an eyebrow as he passed—admiring the height that Shawn’s morning wood raised the covers. Drew snatched a pair of shorts from the floor and shimmied into them.
“Come back later,” Drew shouted through
