Chapter 6“Should we get him?”
“Shh.”
“What?” I said, rolling closer to Tate in our bed and gripping his morning wood in my hand. “I think we should get him. This seems like a job that the two of us are required for.”
Tate let out a low breath. After rolling over to hug me awake, and feeling his thickness pressed against my thigh, it was all I could do but to ask him the question we’d been asking ourselves for the past few days. Should we get him? In the shower before work, both of us suddenly ravenous for one another: should we get him? At night, after a long day of me getting the rest of our gifts prepared while Tate worked on finishing up the job at the construction site, and getting dressed for bed as we both spotted half-hard erections on the other: should we get him?
Then there we
