15 - Help Wanted
Rob was spent, drained and dizzy from his efforts, not in the least hurry to get up from the stranger’s lap. Not a stranger: the buried anchor had had no chance at all against this Hercules. From so close, he could spot any individual strand of hair covering the striated forearms laying over his waist.
Tallgate, his name was.
“Thanks, for the assist,” he said, letting the chain drop from his grip. “Again,” he added, his gaze turned to the sky.
The big warrior shifted his position under Rob, letting the younger man feel the intimacy of the inner legs, the stone-hard muscles of the crossed legs, thick as trees under him. Rob’s hair brushed against a hardened chest.
He should get up, but the man seemed no more anxious to release him. Gradually, the exhaustion of his pull
