Chapter 49

I crooked my finger at him and he approached me with a lazy grin, pausing by the bed to rest one knee beside me on the mattress.

He was still grinning when I reached up and snagged his tie, using it to pull him down to me. Before he could do more than utter a soft, “Oh!” I had my arms wrapped around him, and I swung him across my lap.

I bent over him and captured his mouth. His fingers threaded through my hair, following the contours of my skull. The needy sounds he made went straight to my cock, and I blessed the old man who had been Roddy’s first lover, who had been generous and caring and who had taught him it was permissible to be vocal in his enjoyment.

Of course, Charlie Pearson really hadn’t been that old. No older, I imagine, than Arch, my own lover.

Because we’d both been in the armed forces, our lovemaking had been done in silence. We’d bit our lips or even a pillow. Sometimes we’d stifled moans against a convenient shoulder.