20 Chapter 20

He drew free when he could, forcing himself to stand upright as he fought the tremor of his legs that spread to his whole body. Too much, too powerful, too intense.

Still, Bobby didn’t make a sound or say a word. Fear flashed through Doyle like a dash of ice water. “Bobby, Bobby. Are you all right? Man, I didn’t tear you apart, did I?”

Doyle saw the other man’s shoulders rise and fall, saw the deep breath expand his body, then release. After that, Bobby gathered himself and pushed away from the wooden box, straightening to stand erect. He turned around slowly, his jeans still crumpled over his boots. The next thing Doyle noticed was Bobby’s cock, still erect and dark with blood close to the surface. 8