Luke parked behind Cato’s Escape in the driveway of the small bungalow. It seemed a cheerful little place, painted pale yellow and shaded by mature oaks. He followed Cato to the front door and waited patiently as the man opened the deadbolt.
Inside the house, Cato tossed his keys on a table, then immediately launched himself into Luke’s arms. Whooping, Luke wrapped his arms around the man and locked their lips together. Cato’s tongue thrust into Luke’s mouth, and he thrust back with his own. They might be looking for more than just s*x in the long run, but that didn’t mean hot s*x wasn’t important, too.
Luke whirled them around and slammed Cato against the front door. Cato’s arms tightened around his neck, and Luke pressed his body hard against him. He could taste a hint of the beer Cato
