Chapter 4Byron
The thing about occasional erectile dysfunction is that it tends to be a self-fulfilling prophecy. The expectation of trouble often guarantees trouble, because once a brain gets involved, arousal can get derailed. I didn’t want that to happen with Cole, so I had every intention of knocking back a pill as soon as we got upstairs. At the second interruption from the evil genius, he picked her up, stared her in the eyes, said, “We’ll cuddle you later, honey,” and gently dropped her onto the floor. By then, we were naked, and I forgot about the pill. We exchanged a few pieces of information. We put our hands on various pieces of smooth or hairy skin. We got our faces into warm, musky areas and started tasting each other.
Cole’s body was, let me just say, camera-ready. Long lim
