Chapter 5
Derek woke slowly, drifting up through dreams as if rising to the surface of calm waters. Images of Tad clung to him like seaweed, trying to hold him under, keep him in sleep—he wanted nothing more than to drown in his lover’s arms and never wake.
Insidious memories of the night before swam into his consciousness, wave after wave of disjointed words that echoed through Derek’s sleeping mind, keeping him from wallowing in his lover. Kellen, with that damn cowboy hat c****d at a rakish angle, his fierce eyes as pale and faceted as glass worn smooth by the sea. His “deal,” as he wanted to call it—Derek hated the way his own body had responded to the thought of s*x, even with…with that, after such a drought of physical touch. Like a damn dog, eager to please, tail wagging, tongue o
