Chapter 61: Men on the Side
The Tudor wasn’t being broken into at six-thirty in the morning. A neighbor might have disagreed with me, seeing Clay Johnsen push up a screened kitchen window, climb inside the house, and make himself at home.
Clay actually liked to break into men’s houses, particularly those easy men that he just happened to be sleeping with. My Tudor was no exception. I listened to him walk across the kitchen floor, down the hallway, upstairs, and enter my bedroom. He stripped out of his clothes, down to his bare bottom, and climbed onto the bed next to me.
I let him know that I couldn’t sleep and said, “Nothing’s going to happen between us. Just so you know. If you came here for s*x, it’s not a possibility.”
He reached over my left hip and squeezed one of my ass cheeks t
