“Quinn….” I sighed as I reached for the kit. Like the Boy Scouts, I was prepared for any contingency; I wouldn’t have made it so far in the WBIS otherwise. I handed him the small packet of bandages.
“You know, Mark—hold the edges together, please.”
“‘I know’ what?” He didn’t answer, and I tipped his chin up. His eyes were warm. Oh, f**k. Oh, f**k.
I leaned forward and captured his lips in a kiss as hungry as his had been. When I pulled back, they were lush and swollen. He drew in a breath and sat back on his heels, reaching for the next bandage. I was breathing heavily, and I knew he couldn’t avoid seeing how hard my c**k was. Well, it was right under his nose.
He ran his fingertips over the bulge in my jeans and grinned up at me under his lashes, “It’s always nice to be appreciated.”
