Book 6: Cowboy Position
Evenings at the Braunson-diLorenzo apartment were usually a quiet affair. Matt always got home from work first, and after a quick shower to rinse the chlorine from his hair and body, he’d start on dinner. He loved to cook, thanks to the Italian side of his family, and he loved watching a hungry man eat a meal he’d prepared. There was something sensual, almost animalistic, in watching a handsome jaw chew, or strong teeth bite into a hunk of bread, or a thick tongue lick out to guide an overflowing fork between pinked lips. His lover Vic ate with a single-minded determination, refueling the superhuman metabolism that Matt gave him. Often during dinner Matt would stop eating long enough to watch Vic savor his meal. The way he cleaned his plate each night, helping hims
