Chapter 4“It’s as hot as Eddie’s jungle in here, my Johnny.”
They kept the rehab center warm.
“All you.” I simply pointed, then used one good finger to touch Eli’s enticing dark olive hairy flesh aglow with sweat. His slick, begging eyes and the way he fingered his ass told me he wanted me. Only after I told him in voice, “I need you in me,” did he think about modesty.
“Your door has a lock, right?”
I nodded and pushed down the little lever, knowing thirty people could enter with a master key whenever they wanted.
“Tell me about your trip,” I said with five suddenly pain free fingers and a plaster catcher’s mitt wrapped in gauze.
“Orange…” Eli kissed the bandage.
I shrugged. “Once I saw our color…”
“How could you choose anything else?” Eli finished in sign what was only a thought.
