A second finger joined the first. Again, Weston tried to resist the intrusion, but Mark waited until Wes relaxed. Weston was very close to utter incoherence, but he couldn’t help but be struck by Mark’s patience. Mark was not a patient man. Life never seemed to happen fast enough for him—which, no doubt, was why he had opted to move to London. Despite the obvious desire in his voice, Mark didn’t give any indication of how difficult it was to work slowly.
“This will be easier for you if you’re on your hands and knees.” A third finger joined the two, twisting together as he pushed them past the tight muscle. The nails scraped across the inner walls, and Wes clamped down around the knuckles, holding Mark motionless for long seconds. “But I’d rather see your face, Wes. I don’t want you to thi
