It shouldn’t have been enough to make everything feel all right again, but it was. And it did.
Bryson pulled away and looked into his eyes. Men could be so damn stupid, but they sure did taste good. “Tell you what—how about we go back to my apartment and I’ll show you what it feels like to f**k on a good mattress for a change? After all, I have food.”
Duke kissed him. “Didn’t get enough the first time?”
“Nope.” Bryson kissed him back. “And I might not get enough the second time either.”
“Then we’re definitely going to need food at some point.”
“And probably coffee.”
“Let’s go now, then. Because this kissing feels mighty fine, and in another minute or two, I’m not going to be able to leave.”
Bryson gently pushed him away. “Your hard-on isn’t that big, cowboy.”
He rose, heard Duke do
