I’ve never been one to kiss and tell, but I will. Shame on me. Sometimes a man has to, doesn’t he? I thought so…
Timber kissed me again, rolled a palm and fingers over my cotton-covered chest, fingered one of my n*****s until it grew hard, and continued to kiss me.
I became mush under his breath, kissing, and touching. I became more of a man. His prey. His need.
Something of importance for all the wrong reasons.
He rolled a palm and fingers down and over the bulge between my legs, squeezed the hardening mass there, chuckled, and stopped kissing me. His bearded face dragged over my chin and neck, falling to my chest. He kissed one of my pecs through the T-shirt that covered it and eventually lifted his head.
“I’m just getting started with you, Shayne. Enjoy the ride.”
I fell against t
