Chapter 30
Afterward, Steve had to grin. His boy had been so surprised when he’d realized what Steve had in mind. Steve had removed his clothes, laid his saddle blanket beside Sharps’s, and retrieved his saddlebag. With the bottle of cod liver oil in hand, he spread himself out on the blankets, exposed himself to his boy, and worked the oil into his back passage, his heated gaze on Sharps’s wide blue eyes.
“St-Steve?”
“Come ride me, soldier,” he’d said, deliberately making his voice husky. Just the thought of Sharps being in his body made Steve’s c**k even harder, made him want—not some anonymous lover he’d never see again but this particular young man—as he never had in all his born days.
It hadn’t taken much more than that for Sharps to hop from one foot to the other as he first remo
