Chapter 17“Looking for these?”
Logan jumped and swung around to see the keys dangling from Bernard’s hand. He’d forgotten his captor was wearing moccasins that made little noise. “Uh, no. I’m cold. Wanted to get inside.”
“The tent’s ready. It’s warmer in there.”
A few minutes later, once inside the tent, Bernard taped his ankles again, then slipped behind him and slid his arms around his waist. Logan froze at the unwanted attention. When a handed pushed aside his hair and hot lips sucked his neck, he shut his eyes and thought of fishing in the stream near his grandfather’s house. Anything to close out what was happening, to ignore the hands at his belt buckle and the downward slide of his zipper.
“You’re so sexy, my lover. Kneel for me, and then lie back so I may touch your d**k and fe
