“Let me see.” Though Lyle’s voice was soft and calm, the way Lyle pulled Randy’s shoulders to force him to turn left no doubts as to whether or not Lyle would insist.
“I’m fine,” Randy said, but even as he said it, he double-checked his own fingers a second time to make sure they really were clean. That had hurt. Not that Lyle looked weak by any means, but Lyle was obviously even stronger than Lyle looked.
Lyle’s fingers threaded through his hair. “Does that hurt?”
“No,” Randy lied. He forced a swallow and stared at the brick in front of his face. It had been way too long since he’d been that close to someone, especially in the position of ass to groin, and if he didn’t know better, if he wasn’t sure it was his own imagination, Randy would have sworn that Lyle had moved closer. Uncomfor
