In one fluid motion, Vic rose and turned, catching Matt around the waist and hugging him close. Vic’s lips brushed over Matt’s, across his jaw, along his throat, to find the tender spot behind his ear that always turned him on when Vic nuzzled against it. “Hmm,” Matt murmured, savoring his lover’s strong arms around him. “Who needs a bed? Bend over.”
Vic laughed, his breath ticklish along Matt’s neck. “I’m still on the clock,” he pointed out. “I don’t get paid to get fucked.”
“How do you get that job?” Matt wanted to know, but he let Vic lead him from the bus. Outside, halogen lights threw back the night as their shoes crunched on the gravel. When Matt whistled for Sadie, the dog jumped down the bus steps and barreled straight into Vic’s legs, eager to be included in their loving. Grabbi
