Chapter 18: Tempted and Tempest
Underground Bunker
Arched Q Ranch
1:00 P.M.
Cord brushed against me in the dark and I inhaled his strong scent of sweat and fresh rain. His firm pecs grazed my own, and I shivered at the feel of his erect n*****s. He put his palm on my hip as he whispered, “Are you afraid, Bradley?”
Again I took in his strong and manly scent, thought about kissing him, but didn’t. I said, “I’m not afraid of anything with you at my side.”
As I said it, I forgot the twister. I forgot my fear of the bunker. Instead, my mind raced with the blissful thought of our bodies combining as one. My mind swirled like the tornado, and I found myself focusing on Cord, craving his skin, tempted to lick the sweat and rain off it. But I had to remember to control myself. I was Cord’s gu
