Chapter 22: Holiday Proposition
“I have a favor to ask you,” Denver says, scratching the muscular area between his tank-covered pecs by using his left hand. Fingertips meet his left n****e, making the nub hard and pointed.
He wants to f**k me, Toby thinks, recalling what King had recently confessed to him in private, All Denver Rawlston talks about is slamming his c**k in your tight ass. He says you’re the hottest guy in Templeton and wants you. It’s flattering, Toby knows, but it’s also gossip. As far as he’s concerned, what King tells him about events and peoples’ lives in their small town means nothing, until proven otherwise.
Not that Toby wouldn’t f**k the freckled bear with his red hair and pumped chest. Toby might be a fool, but he’s not foolish. Denver is probably a prize in the
