Chapter 5
Tyler never did call Jenny before he went to sleep. He just couldn’t bring himself to talk to her—not when the last image in his mind as he came was of Jaime. Tyler wanted to blame it on the beer, but he hadn’t drunk that much. He wanted to blame it on the passing novelty of seeing Jaime and that other man in the alleyway. There was some truth in that—trouble was it wasn’t just a passing thought.
When Tyler woke up the next morning, it was to dreams of sparring with Jaime. In his sleep-addled mind, they were naked instead of wearing their uniforms. And it wasn’t Jaime’s cup that pressed against Tyler’s ass. It was Jaime’s hard c**k. By the time Tyler’s eyes fluttered open, he had stroked his member into a painful erection Tyler felt too guilt-ridden to relieve. He knew he would
