Chapter 29
Nothing had ever felt so good. Not the first touch of his hand along Alonzo’s body the night before. Not the first word to come from Alonzo’s mouth when he had found Ben hanging from the tree. Having this wonderful man open to him, want him, ask for more, enswathed him with glorious heat, and freed him from any more doubts of what they were doing. Ben had always known of his own preferences, but he understood it was different for a man of God. He’d denied himself the pleasure of the flesh his entire life. The Church condemned this deviancy. There were a multitude of reasons why Alonzo should ban him from ever touching him again, reasons Ben would respect even as he resented them.
But Alonzo did none of that. And the fact that he chose to focus on Ben instead only made his feelings for the man swell even more.