HIS PHONE WENT OFF at about two a.m., mere hours after he’d fallen asleep.
Zach groped blindly at the bedside table. That sound wasn’t his hospital pager, so who was messaging him at this time of night?
Ah, Dylan.
Wish I was there to suck your c**k.
Zach barked a laugh and blinked at the bright screen in the dark. He grinned into the darkness, his sleeping d**k stirring against his thigh as the image of that hot, sweet mouth wrapped around him teased his memories.
Come here and you can.
He pushed send and could almost hear the raucous laughter that would follow.
I’ll have a friend drop me off.
Zach’s breath hitched in his throat as he responded. See you soon.
Lying back in his king size bed, he stretched, forcing the lethargy from his limbs. His c**k was already lengthening, swell
