Chapter 6

“You have a fine arse, mate.”

“Aaron!” Ben warned.

“Sorry.” He’d have to be more careful, Ben wasn’t used to this level of teasing. But Aaron was serious. Ben’s arse was big and wide and soft and just so strokeable.

Ben shot up and hit his head on something. “Ouch! Aaron, I mean it. Quit messing around. People can see.”

Aaron took Ben’s words to mean they could mess about when no one could see.

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“What?” Ben asked when Aaron pushed Ben’s shower cubicle door open just before Ben closed it.

Aaron grinned. No way was he showering alone, not when shortly there’d be a naked and wet trucker nearby for the perving on. Aaron was about to say as much when he remembered his promise to go softly with the gentle bear. Putting on what he hoped was an embarrassed expression, he said, “Don’t want to shower by myself, not with all these rough-looking trucker-types about.” Aaron hoped the statement would bring out Ben’s seemingly in-born protective instincts.