The pale gold of the morning sun woke Sandy. He opened his eyes slowly, enjoying the bulk and weight of Tanner’s body pressed tight against him, sleep-warmed. It was so soothing and comfortable. At their feet, Marty was curled in a feline circle, his nose covered by his paws.
He wanted to taste Tanner, wanted to feel the other man in his throat, wanted to send him into ecstasy.
He pulled away with care and made sure the covers were still over Tanner’s broad shoulders. Sandy stoked the fire. The pan of warm water he kept in the hearth was still half full, and he used a washcloth and soap to cleanse himself thoroughly.
When he turned back, Tanner was awake, watching him. His eyes gleamed in the light. He wore a half-smile.
“Good morning.” Tanner’s deep voice sent a sharp jolt through Sa
