Chapter 8
It was mid-afternoon. Dale was sneaking back from another rendezvous with Dominic. He climbed the stairs with the smell of s*x still fresh in his nostrils and his arsehole tingling. Knowing he had Dominic’s load inside him made him smile. It always did. It was a way they could be together even when they weren’t.
He stepped carefully along the carpeted hallway, listening for his uncle. As far as he was concerned Tom was still after him either to win him back again or to catch him out. He seemed hell bent on succeeding at either one or the other, but Dale no longer cared what his uncle discovered. Whatever was to happen would happen and there was nothing he or Dominic could do but exercise extreme care. If anyone was going to get hurt it would be Uncle Tomas, and he would have no
