Chapter 19

He’d been aware of the big man’s presence in his bed before Jacques moved and sighed in his slumber. Turning his head, Ignatius gazed down at the round face, the heavy eyebrows, the dark and decidedly dishevelled hair…that he’d longed to run his fingers through the instant he set eyes on it. In sleep, the face appeared gentle. The closed eyes failed to bestow their usual malevolence.

Was it malevolence though? Jacques had sucked his cock…just as Ignatius had sucked Jacques. Swallowing, he acknowledged the strain in his jaw and throat.

Was this something Jacques enjoyed? Did he have many male lovers? What about the other men with whom he spent time? Had Jacques been caught up in the moment? Could it be the brute had wanted Ignatius for a long time? Had any of it truly happened? Yet Jacques was here, and why else if what he remembered were true?

I was screwed by an apparition.