Chapter 9“I think we missed breakfast,” Blaze said.
Content not to stir yet, Logan opened one eye. “Maybe we can make brunch,” he said, and his lid dropped again.
They dozed a while longer.
Finally fully awake, they showered together.
“You’re great at shampooing, Mr. Canis. Ever thought of becoming a hairstylist?”
Ex-Navy SEAL Canis laughed so hard, he snorted. But when he moved to shampoo the bush at Logan’s crotch, all banter stopped.
“Great Mother Earth,” Logan gasped. “That so turns me on. I want—”
“What do you want, Logan?” Blaze’s c**k filled on the instant, and in one fluid motion, he thrust it against Logan’s fat one, slick with water.
“—to eat it.” Logan dropped to his knees and grasped Blaze by the hips to anchor him. He lapped the steady drips of water from the tip of Bl
