Chapter 22
Jay had developed the terrible habit of staring into space. Didn’t matter what he did, the recollection of Dean under him, hands tied above his head, became an easy distraction. Dean…every muscle flexing and taut, beautiful. His asking Jay to f**k him shook Jay to his core. Never again. Not that he wanted…that. Didn’t appeal to him to take control but opportunity and the awareness it might be their last time together, he’d raised the stakes, been the seducer, taken. One of these days…if Dean didn’t say it first, Jay needed to make the decision. He didn’t blame Dean for the situation, their being in bed together at the New Year, a fluke. Maybe he should get lost in a storm more often though chances were he’d never be so lucky again—not to survive unscathed, not having the opport
