The shadowed interior of the small cabin was a welcome sight. Rich almost shouted for joy, but settled for tugging Chase into his arms instead. Not willing to waste any time, he began peppering kisses all over Chase’s dark face and throat. Wandering hands found their way under Rich’s shirt, threading through the crisp hair generously covering his stomach and mapping the skin underneath.
Chase’s breathy chuckle made Rich smile.
“What’s funny?”
“You have a serious six pack of abs under this pony keg.”
“Yeah?” Rich knew he wasn’t cover model material, but he was comfortable with his body. If the smoldering looks were any indication, he was pretty sure Chase was more than happy with it besides.
“Oh, yeah. Like a wrestler almost.” Chase gave him another impish grin. “I want to see the rest
