Chapter 12
Lane wouldn’t call himself a wine connoisseur, but he liked to drink a glass or two with dinner. It loosened him up, turned him on, and usually led to a little hanky-panky with Remy.
Of course, usually they didn’t have guests to entertain, friends or family. And here they were with Remy’s own son, Braden.
There was no real way to play any of his video games with him; Lane settled for sipping the last of his wine and watching Braden play on the tiny screen Lane himself could barely see. The more wine he drank, the blurrier the screen became. He knew Remy wasn’t holding his alcohol any better—whereas wine made Lane horny, it made his lover sleepy. Two glasses were the most they could have and still hope to come together in a climactic rush.
But this was the last of the second
