The air was cool, but dry, and Nate found the bracing affect of the slight breeze strangely relaxing. Sasha walked between them, her ears c****d and head held high. They walked for several minutes in silence, until Brandon pointed to a rise in the distance.
“See that hill over there?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s where we’re going. You able to walk that far, or do you want me to carry you?”
Nate snorted. “Like you could.”
Brandon’s leer was so sexy, damned if Nate didn’t get hard again. Six years without a response to a flesh and blood man, and now, after less than three hours in Brandon’s company, he was so horny he needed fresh boxers.
Just when he thought he couldn’t get any harder, Brandon said, “Baby, I could carry you if I wanted to, but once I get you in my arms I’m sure I can think of bet
