Chapter 5: Holding My Ground
We don’t start for the barn, though. Instead, we stood in the high grass with the wind twisting around our chiseled bodies, face-to-face. Pax said, “I have a serious question for you, if you have the common courtesy to answer.”
My stare consumed his chest again: rock-hard, a little sweaty, both n*****s erect in the blond hair. No matter how tempted I was to reach out and graze my fingers along his torso, rolling their tips over his furred, warm skin, I kept a polite distance from him, and said, “What’s your question?”
“Before my accident in the barn with Hercules, did I ever hit on you?”
It was an awkward question, rather bold, and a little crazy. What was he really asking? But the look on his face—no joking, rather fond, and with his soft eyes—told me tha
