His eyes closed and he pictured himself riding alongside Gene, easing through the traffic like a pro. His dick twitched and he slid his hand down to cup his erection through his jeans. A groan escaped his lips as he rubbed himself, his mind full of Gene. Never in his life had he wanted a man this badly. It was almost a need by this point. Just one touch had ignited something in him. Lust coursed through him and he literally ached for Gene.
His eyes popped open and his hand flew from his groin at the sound of a gasp. He paled, seeing Gene standing by the door, a white T-shirt in one hand, his jacket off now, showing the sleeves of his T-shirt rolled up, stretched across his biceps. Gene’s dark eyes flashed and Billy trembled.
Oh, God, did I make him angry? What the hell was I thinking? It didn’t matter what his sister thought, Gene was straight. He had let his guard down and he was in deep shit.