Chapter 8
Might as well fight a grizzly bear. Anyone but Dean would at least have to put in a little effort. Of course, Dean’s strength wasn’t the main reason Jay lost the struggle. Dean was here in his bed. On top of it, anyway. Jay swallowed, hard, the movement clicking in his throat. He tensed, made a small effort to slide sideways. Dean didn’t even strain his leg, his weight enough to hold Jay in place. To fight free would be to snap and snarl, to bite and scratch…and those thoughts led to images of digging his nails in, nipping, licking, and sucking. He didn’t even want to think how even a twist of his hips would make his erection bob, the situation even more ludicrous. Was Dean really intending to hold him in place, have his way with him? Might be the case unless he objected and Jay
