Just watching Blaze’s confident way of moving and his firm butt as he walked out of the room caused Logan’s blood to circulate faster and swoop down to fill his d**k. He’d wanted to let Blaze unzip him in the park, but a sudden wave of Indian modesty had stopped him. It wasn’t a major mistake, yet now he felt foolish and stupid. What the sharpshooter felt for him seemed genuine, and more and more he’d begun to think what he’d seen deep in Blaze’s eyes was meant to be, even though he didn’t know why or how.
If it was a trick and not real, he’d deal with it when the time came. He could spend his vacation here, and if it turned out not to be real, he would simply return to his home in Encinitas. Unlike Bernie, this man didn’t pressure him.
Poor, pathetic Bernie. I’d forgotten about him unti
