Chapter 7

“Go ahead. I’m all yours,” Mack said, leaning against the wall with both hands, arching his back into the pressure of Seth’s rigid tool.

“We don’t have any rubbers,” Seth said.

“Fuck the rubbers,” Mack replied. “I need ya inside me, I trust ya been careful…ain’t ya? “

“’Course I have.”

“Then stop jawin’ and start fuckin’.”

“With pleasure, cowboy, with pleasure,” Seth said as he spread Mack’s cheeks and smacked them with his hard rod. He then slid his rigid tool into Mack’s hole.

The union was fantastic for Mack. He was opening himself up more and more to this surprising turn of events and now welcomed the resurgence of his need for man sex. He pushed his ass back to meet the thrusts of his partner—yes, his partner—not just someone he was having sex with, but a man he loved and considered his soulmate, his lover. Twenty-four hours ago he never would have dreamed he would be here with his old friend, feeling what he was feeling, doing what he was doing.