It seemed as if every i***t and their brother had descended on the club that evening. So by the time Beau got home, he was exhausted. He fell into bed, planning on sleeping until noon, Rick’s wishes to the contrary. He almost made it.
He awoke to the light pressure of a hand on his thigh, just resting there. It was his first clue that he wasn’t alone in his bed. Then there was a nip on his earlobe, followed by a slow lick by a warm tongue.
“Awake, yet?” Rick whispered, nipping again as his hand moved up a couple of inches.
“Umm, either that, or I’m having the beginning of what might turn into one hell of a dream,” Beau replied.
“No dream.” Rick’s hand inched up, his fingers stroking the inside of Beau’s thigh, right below his balls.
Beau opened his eyes to see Rick, resting on one elb
