Colin’s whimper wasn’t very manly, but it was honest. Grady’s voice dropped as he spoke, until it was nothing more than a low growl sliding over Colin’s spine. His chest moved rapidly, matching Grady’s quick breathing, and a slow flush crawled up his neck, like his blood was rushing to meet Grady’s mouth.
“Grady…please…”
“Please…what?” The hand at Colin’s hip began to move, but just the thumb, in slow, hard, rhythmic circles that edged close to but never touched Colin’s c**k. “I’m not wrong. Not about this. Or about you. Or us.” His breath caught, and for a second, Grady didn’t move. The rush of Colin’s pounding blood was all he could hear, echoing louder and louder until Grady exhaled in a rush, his lips pressing to the soft skin below Colin’s ear. “Us. I like the sound of that. I think
