Violent shudders coursed through Taylor’s body as Jordan swallowed his jizz. He looked down, and the vision of Jordan’s oil-black hair waving around the guy’s huge shoulders weakened his knees. This was so good. Too good.
When he was utterly spent, Taylor leaned forward, leaned down, until he was somehow resting in Jordan’s wide lap. Jordan’s body was like a big soft cushion, a hot one, and he was drawn to it like a guy with a hangover was comforted by a bed. Maybe Taylor was hung over, not from alcohol, but from Bill and all that stupid s**t. Maybe it was time to recover and move on—not Taylor’s strong suit.
They walked back to their room, Jordan taking the lead, Taylor clinging to his belt loops. The forest was a scary, especially at night.
But sometimes home could be a scary p
