Chapter 8
Lucas had lived most of his life acting on impulse. His instincts rarely let him down. Pulling Ian into a loose hug had been a moment of sheer glee, relief that he didn’t have to worry about Ian abandoning the hunt. He’d been suppressing his own desires for the man so effectively, he didn’t give a second thought about a random casual touch. It was supposed to be brief, after all. Just two friends, relishing a minor victory.
It would have been, too, if he hadn’t felt Ian’s c**k growing against his hip.
His breath caught. Exhaling would be acknowledgment, and then Ian would be gone, back in his virtual corner watching Lucas warily from a distance. He did that. A lot. The constant scrutiny had been mildly annoying at first, but Lucas got used to it after convincing himself it was
