Chapter 7
Dylan awoke to a gray daylight, feeling mostly restored but tired. The snow storm continued unabated. The clock radio flashed, so electricity was on. He turned to take in the sight of the sleeping sexy hunk as his mind recalled the magnificent events of the night. His hand fondled his morning wood. He checked his cell for the time, reset the clock radio, and stoked the fire after he added wood, since it was almost out.
I bet I never see Kimo again. Hell, we live six hundred miles apart.
He rested on his back, stared at the ceiling, and gave slow, sensual strokes to his d**k.
“If you’re horny, I’ll suck you off, but you have to tell me to do it, make me.” A smirk combined with little-boy eyes on Kimo’s handsome face accompanied the words.
Dylan never saw such a combination be
