Chapter Seven
Tom hadn’t expected that question. He found himself tensing slightly. “What? You mean s*x? Of course I have.”
“I mean s*x with a man.”
“Uh . . .” Should he tell Lucas the truth? “Yes,” Tom said. “Once. I mean, not one time, but one man.”
He tried to decipher Lucas’s expression. Revulsion? Censure?
“Who was he?”
Jealousy. That was the expression on Lucas’s face: jealousy.
Tom relaxed. He stroked Lucas’s hair, drawing the golden strands slowly through his fingers. Arousal pulsed in his blood. His c**k was taut and hot and aching. Not a painful ache, a pleasurable ache. “He was one of my commanding officers.”
Lucas’s forehead furrowed in a fierce frown. “One of your superiors took advantage of you?”
“Advantage?” Tom laughed. “No. It just happened.” And then he thought a
