Chapter 12Jonah woke up to heavy arms wrapped around his waist, a mouth nibbling at the back of his neck. His c**k throbbed, even as the ghosts of his dream scattered, and he moaned as he wriggled against the body behind him.
“Mornin’,” he murmured.
“Good morning. I can smell that somebody’s started the coffee, but I can’t seem to get out of bed.”
“You don’t even have the excuse of your legs not working after being strapped in a spreader for hours.” Jonah folded his arm over David’s, captivated by the texture of the other man’s skin. “How long have you been up?”
“I don’t know. About thirty minutes. And you were not strapped in that spreader for hours. Not even close.”
Jonah smiled. “Felt like it.”
“That’s because you don’t have enough experience. You need to find yourself a proper Ma
