Chapter 5Ryan woke up at six with a raging hard-on and an equally hard Johnny draped over him like there was nowhere else he wanted to be. Sleep had been sporadic. When he wasn’t dreaming about dead men hanging in the window, he was waking up to the tickle of Johnny’s breath heating up his skin. He would give anything to forget about con responsibilities and stay in bed for the next two weeks, but if he didn’t have Johnny at the breakfast on time, he had no doubt Ms. Carroll would show up at the door wondering where they were.
The problem was, he couldn’t move. He was scared to death of what could happen if he shifted even an inch and disturbed Johnny’s obviously heavy slumber.
Johnny could grab onto him. Or let the hand he currently had shoved beneath Ryan’s shirt slide lower. Or wake u
