“Of course I’m interested. I think you’re so
fucking sexy when you get hold of the ball and run down the field,
leaving a trail of players in your wake. You’re like a brave
warrior, laying waste everything in your path.” Mason knew he’d
gone too far, but his mind was spinning with the awesome sensations
of Parker’s skin under his hands.
Parker chuckled. “Is that how you see me? A
warrior?”
“Yeah.” In a much lower voice Mason added,
“My warrior.”
He only half listened as Parker enthused
about the game, his team mates and the weakness of the opposition.
He was too caught up in the thrill of touching Parker, caressing
his beautiful body, to pay much attention to what he was actually
saying. The shallow valley along Parker’s spine seemed to beckon to
his fingers, demanding to be worshiped. Mason lightly ran his
fingers along the slight bony ridges. Then Mason opened his hands
and swept his palms outward and upward, gliding across the glorious