Nate didn’t wait to hear Rusty’s reply about the wine, but instead got up from the table to retrieve his backpack. His blanket slipped a little, and he yanked it up, although he wasn’t sure why he felt the need to cover himself, considering what they’d done back in the bush.
Damn, it had felt good. Weird how one quickie had felt so much better than any s*x he could remember with Glenn. Nate glanced behind him, stealing a look at Rusty wrapped in his towel and blanket. The bits of material didn’t quite cover him, but instead left tantalizing glimpses of skin that went straight to Nate’s c**k.
For something he’d vowed was just s*x and didn’t change anything…
Nate swallowed and turned back to foraging through his pack. Amy had insisted on packing some wine for him, having come to his rescu
