Chapter 6
Jack’s internal clock woke him at five A.M. as it did every morning. Didn’t matter if it was the weekend, vacation, or holiday, along about that time, it started nudging him awake.
He opened an eye and focused on the large numbers of the bedside clock. Yep, time to get up and greet the day.
He stretched and groaned as he worked the kinks out of his arms and legs. Damn, he felt good.
His right arm bumped into something, and he went still, blinked, and looked to his right. Beside him on the rumpled bed, sound asleep, was Tom Weber, the man who had been his best friend for years, and now…now he was his lover.
Jack began to grin as he remembered what it felt like to have Tom’s lips wrapped around his d**k, sucking him off. He remembered what it felt like to be buried balls-deep
