Chapter 4John woke and stared at the sunlight filtering through the curtains. Why was he so happy? A thump sounded from somewhere in the apartment and he bolted upright. Sammy! Thrusting off the twisted blankets, he climbed out of bed and hurried to the door, tightening the drawstring on his flannel night pants.
The image of Sam standing in the sunlight, his body visible through his thin dress, flashed in John’s mind, and a hot flush rose in John’s cheeks. That beautiful man had f****d him last night. It might have been a dream, except his ass told a different story, wonderfully sore. He’d feel it all day, and wished Sam was there to fill him again.
“Would Sam want to f**k me every time?” Or take turns? That was John’s preference…He chuckled. Mustn’t get ahead of himself. At least not un
