Chapter 9Brady didn’t even pretend to understand how he could sleep with Cole in the apartment. Doing so would force him to evaluate the wisdom in inviting Cole to his bed, or jerking him off when they got there, or holding him for hours afterward. They hadn’t really talked much. Brady hadn’t let him. But holding Cole had the equivalent effect of pushing himself to the brink of exhaustion. Within minutes of coming, of having Cole’s familiar lean body molded to his, Brady had fallen asleep.
He had no way of telling if Cole had succumbed so quickly. When he woke up just before dawn, Cole was out, his lashes stark against his cheeks, the bruising nearly gone from his last fight. Brady was rock-hard, nestled against his tight ass, but he slipped out from beneath the blankets before he yielded
