Chapter 4
Denny slid the patio door shut behind him. Through the pane he saw Jesse, brow wrinkled, looking concerned, turn and walk out of sight into the kitchen.
“I told you not to use this number unless it was an emergency. I said I’d call you!” Denny growled with intensity, while at the same time trying to keep his voice down.
“Well, this is an emergency,” came a husky, slightly slurred voice over the phone. “I’ve got a hard-on that just won’t go away and I need you to take care of it.”
“s**t, Carter, you’re in Detroit, and I’m in Chicago. How the hell am I supposed to take care of your ‘emergency’? And besides, Jesse is here. I can’t give you phone s*x with him in the next room!”
“I know, I know, but I miss you, man. Last night was just too good.” Carter’s voice had returned to a
