Chapter 21
Through the drawn curtains, the light levels indicated bright sunshine. Dean blinked. These weren’t his curtains.
He processed a series of images—cold, night, car, garage, stripping and crawling back into bed around seven, Jay snoring—all of which left him with a sense of having slept through to mid-morning. He must have rested heavy because at some point he’d thrown off the covers.
He rolled, in search of Jay, a tug on one wrist pulling him back. What the…? He looked to his arm, yelping when a hot, wet cavern surrounded his d**k, making his back arch, his head lull, and left him gazing at stars. Even as he fought not to black out, a jerk on the other arm whipped his head around. He barely absorbed what was up with his hands when Jay—had to be Jay—worked down the length of hi
