I awoke the next morning in a new and greater level of contentment. To have been f****d by the big man lying beside me now had been the final piece to the carnal puzzle, and I felt a not unnatural sense of fulfillment. f*****g him, that wonderful ass of his, that had been incredible, but this—this act had been for me the deepest (so to speak), most profound kind of physical connection with Hank.
Odd, I thought, that that had been the first time—
I caught myself. Wait a minute!
I turned and looked at the big man, who was lying next to me. He was awake, his eyes half open. After a few seconds, evidently registering my gaze, the eyes widened.
“What?”
“That first night,” I said. “Did you f**k me in my sleep?”
My tone must have been sharp, for he seemed really to wake up then. He stared a
