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Timmead88@yahoo.com Chapter 33: . . . That Ends Well
TREY:
After getting the phone call from Chaz, I grabbed my keys, went out, got in the Lexus, and headed downtown. He had been very terse, hadn't said why he and Kent were at the police station, just asked if I'd come and get them. Naturally, all sorts of things were going through my mind as I made the short drive. What in hell had those two done after I left them at Noplace? There was one obvious answer, but I refused to believe it.
Then, minutes later, I found a parking spot near the station (it was past midnight on a week night, after all). I went inside and went up to an officer behind a window. I told him who I was and why I was there. He asked me to sit on a bench across the lobby and said someone would be with me.
I had waited about five minutes when a tall man in a suit came out and walked over to me. I stood up. He introduced himself.
"Hello, Trey. I'm David Ibrahim."
"Oh, hello, sergeant, you're the guy who caught the kids that attacked Steve Metz."
He smiled. "I can't really take much credit. If Jared Cousins hadn't come in and confessed, I don't know whether we'd ever have had enough evidence to go after them."
"Well, Steve says you've been great."
"Steve's a fine young man. And he has something to do with your being here, in a convoluted sort of way. Sit down a minute." He gestured toward the bench, and we sat.
"Sergeant, I imagine Chaz and Kent are really stewing about now. Shouldn't we be doing whatever we have to do to get them released?"
Chuckling, he replied, "Let them stew. They deserve it. There is something I want to explain to you first."
"Well, OK."
"Steve Metz called me yesterday and told me a very interesting story. It seems that somebody put a real scare into Jared and those two punks he was hanging around with, especially Jared. Scared him enough, in fact, that it helped motivate him to come in and confess."
"Oh?" (Whenever I said `oh' as a question, I remembered Chaz teasing me that I sound like Tim.)
"Yeah. It seems that the three boys were in the parking lot at the mall after a movie one night. When they got to Richie's car, some distance from the Cineplex, they were surrounded by six very tall guys in dark clothing with stocking masks."
"Wait a minute, isn't that what those kids were wearing when they attacked Steve?"
"Yup."
"So what happened?"
"Well, these guys, described by the Cousins kid as being `way tall, like basketball players,' according to Steve, scared the piss out of the boys. In fact, Jared literally peed his pants."
"Did they do anything to hurt Jared and his friends?"
"No, just warned them that they were being watched and that they'd better steer clear of Metz and suggested they'd be smart to come to me and confess. Mentioned me by name."
"Did Jared have any idea who the tall guys were?"
"No, he didn't. But Steve is pretty sure he knows who one of them is."
I was pretty sure I did, too.
"Did he tell you who he thought it was?"
"Yes, and he's in one of our cells right now."
"Sergeant, I haven't a clue what went on this evening. I was with Kent and Chaz at Noplace for a while. What happened after I left?"
"OK, here's what I've been told. The two of them got into an argument at the bar, and it got pretty noisy. The proprietor asked them to take it outside, which they did. Once they got out there, however, they began swinging at each other. One of our cruisers happened to be going past, and the officers broke it up before either did too much damage to the other." He chuckled. "But your friends aren't going to look very pretty for a couple of days. When they were brought in, I was still in my office, trying to catch up on some of the God-damned paperwork we always have to deal with. I came out to see what was happening. When I learned that one of the `brawlers' (he grinned when he said that) was a Charles Greeley, I asked him if he was Chaz Greeley. He said he was."
`Brawler? Chaz? Well, yeah, I guess. But what were they fighting about? Me? Oh, shit!'
"So," Sergeant Ibrahim continued, "I had them both put into the same cell and just left them there for a while. I knew that you and Greeley had taken in Steve after he got out of the hospital, and I had private reasons to be grateful to Greeley for organizing that posse, even though officially I must deplore it, so I, shall we say, arranged that there would be no charges again him and Statten. Then I let him use my cell phone to call you."
I began to laugh. "Sergeant, there isn't any way you could leave Chaz there all night and let Kent go, is there?"
He gave me a curious look. "No, I'm afraid there isn't. If either one of them is still there in the morning, some sort of charge would have to be filed. Besides, we don't want the newspapers getting hold of a story about one of the university's star basketball players. You know what a field day they'd have with that."
"I hadn't thought of that. So, I suppose, I'd better take them home."
"You know, I told them I'd release them into your custody, as if it were a big thing. They still don't know whether they're in deep shit or not. I'll let you explain to them that they got off this time. But you can tell them if it happens again, I can't do anything to help. What's with those two, anyway? They never said what they were fighting about."
"I can only guess, sergeant." Yeah. Though I didn't want to tell Ibrahim, I had a pretty good guess as to what it was all about.
He went over to the window and said something to the uniformed officer sitting behind it. Then he came back and said, "Steve has told me that you and Greeley are great guys. And I have a sneaking admiration for Greeley if he did in fact organize that vigilante group, though, like I said, I can't say that officially. So, it's good to meet you, Trey. I hope you can make your friends behave themselves."
"Count on it, sergeant. And thanks. You've been great!"
We shook hands, and he left. Five minutes or so later, the door opened again, and two very messed up guys appeared. Chaz had the beginnings of a shiner, and there was blood down the front of Kent's shirt. His nose was beginning to turn purple.
"My God, Kent. Is it broken?"
He grinned and then winced. He put his hand gingerly on his nose. "The cops don't seem to think so, but they say it will hurt like hell for a couple of days."
"OK, you ruffians, let's get you out of here." I walked out the door, and down the steps to the sidewalk. I looked back to make sure they were following me. To my surprise, Chaz had his arm around Kent's shoulder and was saying something into his ear. Thoroughly confused and more than a little annoyed by this time, I turned around and faced them.
"Would you mind telling me what you two were fighting about?" I didn't really want to hear the answer, but I had to know.
"Well, don't let it go to your head, Tiger," Chaz said, grinning, "but we were fighting about you. As if you couldn't have guessed." He looked at Kent, who grinned back at him.
I pushed the button on the key fob to unlock the car and told them to get in. "And since you're so buddy-buddy now, you can both get in the back seat. And, Kent, DO NOT get blood on the leather."
As I drove toward Kent's place, I explained that, though they didn't deserve it, there were no charges against them, thanks to Sgt. Ibrahim. Then I tried to figure out why I was pissed. It was flattering, I supposed, that they were fighting over me. But I was upset that Chaz would fight for me when he still hadn't apologized to me, and a little worried that Kent felt close enough to me to think me worth getting into a fight over or that there was anything between us beyond friendship.
When I pulled up in front of Kent's apartment building, I switched off the engine and got out. I walked up to the entrance with Kent, leaving Chaz in the car.
"Trey, thanks, buddy for coming after us."
"Kent, I'm really sorry you got into all this on my account. You're a good friend, and you didn't deserve to get hurt, or to get taken to the slammer. Some day, I hope you'll tell me what happened this evening. Meanwhile, just know that I'm grateful for your friendship. I'll call you tomorrow, OK?"
I grabbed him and gave him a hug. He winced and grunted.
"Oh, I'm sorry, man. What's wrong?"
He grinned. "Your lover has a wicked left, and he caught me in the ribs."
"Do we need to take you and have you checked out?"
"No, relax, Trey. I'll have a nice bruise there, but it would hurt a lot worse than it does if there were anything the matter."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Go on home and get things sorted out with Chaz. I think things are quickly going to be OK with you guys."
Now I was really curious about what had happened between those two. I hugged him again, this time very gently, and said, "Thanks, Kent. You're a great friend. Better put some ice on that nose, OK? See you soon."
"Will do. Right away! Goodnight, Trey."
When I got back to the car, Chaz was in the front seat. He looked ridiculous with his black eye, which was rapidly becoming more swollen and more colorful. He gave me this sad puppy look. I wanted to jump his bones and kick his ass, but maybe not in that order.
Neither of us said anything until we were back in the apartment. When we got inside, I went to the kitchen, got a bag of frozen peas out the freezer and handed it to him.
"Here, this will conform to the contours better than ice cubes."
"Thanks."
Then we just sort of stood there looking at each other.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
He grinned. "It hurts."
"Then you'd probably better take some painkillers and go lie down."
"I'll go get some aspirin or something and be right back. You sit down. We are going to talk."
"Hey, I'm not the one with the shiner. Where else do you hurt?"
"He only landed one blow, and that was a lucky punch."
"Are you going to beat on your chest and brag about how you beat up on Kent? If you are, I don't want to hear it."
"Naw, Tiger, that's not what I wanted to talk about. Please just sit down and wait a minute, OK?"
I sat in one of the living room chairs. Soon he came back, holding the ice bag on his eye, and sat on the end of the sofa. He kicked off his sneaks and propped his big feet up on the coffee table. He wiggled his toes a minute, and then looked at me.
I looked back at him. "Well?"
"Jeez, you aren't gonna make this easy, are you?"
"Chaz, baby, what am I supposed to do? You've just been taken to jail for fighting. The guy you were fighting with has become a good friend of mine. And you were fighting him, I suppose, over me. That's right, isn't it?"
"Yeah, Trey, that's right."
He looked so earnest at that moment, my heart began to melt.
"Look, this isn't easy. Let me just say up front that I've been a total horse's ass, going all the way back to that dinner at Stefan's. I am sorry I never quite got how much that offended and embarrassed you. I'm sorry it took me so long to see the light about that. I'm sorry I lost it with Kent. I'm sorry if it embarrassed you to have to come to the cop shop and get us. I guess I've really screwed up all the good stuff we had together. Do you want me to just move out?"
"Move out? Hell, no, I don't want you to move out. I love you." I couldn't believe I'd just said that. I had intended to make him understand how pissed I had been with him over everything, but suddenly I wasn't any more. The big moron had been fighting over me, after all. I guess that meant he really does love me, even if he sometimes has the sensitivity of a rock.
When I said that, he looked as if I'd slapped him. Then he grinned. Then he actually got tears in his eyes. "Ya mean it? Really?"
I got up and sat next to him on the sofa. He couldn't put his arm around me because he was holding the bag of peas with it, so I slipped mine around his waist.
"All I ever wanted, big guy, was an apology, wanted you to acknowledge that you'd hurt me and were sorry. I think I just heard that, didn't I?"
He turned and kissed my cheek. "Well, Tiger, in case you didn't, let's make it real clear. I've been a total bastard, OK? I don't know what it is about me, but I keep fucking things up. I don't ever want to hurt you or to treat you bad. I thought it was just fun, that business at Stefan's. I see now that I really didn't get how you'd feel. I guess I haven't changed all that much since last spring and what we did to Tim. But I am trying. I will keep on trying. Babe, I'm sorry! Forgive me?"
That's what I'd wanted all along! I put my other arm around him and hugged him. Then I licked his cheek, my tongue rasping over his late-night stubble.
"Yeah, big guy. That's what I've been waiting to hear! You take things at your own speed, but you get there eventually. It would be nice if you'd gotten there sooner, but who's complaining?" I rested my head on his chest for a while, nuzzling the closest nipple as I did. He groaned, hugged me close to him, and put his head back.
"How do you feel? I'd still like to ask you some questions about this evening, but you'd probably rather go to bed."
"I'd just as soon sit up until the aspirin begins to work. So, what questions?"
"Well, I'm not going to ask what went on between you and Kent at Noplace. I know it ended in the next thing to a street brawl, and that's as much as I want to know. But when you and Kent came out of your cell into the lobby, you seemed to be very friendly. And you put your arm around him as we left the station. What in hell happened to bring that change about?"
He chuckled. "Well, we kept drinking after you left. And since you don't want to know what we said to each other, I won't tell you. But the alcohol probably had a lot to do with the fight. Anyway, when we wound up in the cell, the cops told us to cool off, to work whatever it was out. They didn't give us any indication we'd be out anyways near soon. We figured we were in for the night, so we got to talking.
"I said to him that he must really like you to fight for you. He said he did like you but that he wouldn't dream of trying to move in on you if I would just have sense enough to apologize to you and admit that I had been wrong to do what I did. I told him I intended all along to apologize to you. I even thanked him for being your friend while I was being so thick-headed.
"About then, that sergeant with the strange name came in. He told me that he knew who I was, that he knew Steve had stayed with us after he left the hospital. Then he said something about six tall men in black and winked at me. Said he owed me, but he couldn't talk about it."
"You want to tell me what that was all about?" I asked.
Then he told me all about rounding up five of his teammates, explaining what had happened to Steve, and getting them to help him lean on those high school thugs who had beaten Steve up.
"And you never told me?"
"Well, no. When I first got the idea, I was afraid you'd object. I didn't want to get the other guys in trouble, so I figured I'd better just keep my mouth shut. And then you and I, well, we weren't communicating very well. So I never told you."
"You know, Sgt. Ibrahim gives you credit, in an off-the-record kind of way, for helping persuade Jared to go the police and confess."
"I'd sort of figured that out."
"So you and Kent are cool?"
"Yeah, I think so. Listen, babe, help me remember to call him tomorrow and see how he's doing, OK?"
"Sure. We'll remind each other. I want to talk to Kent again, too."
Chaz sighed and settled further down into the couch.
I snuggled down with him and asked, "Have I been a real bitch about all this, baby?"
"I thought so for a while, but I understand now, honest. By the way, earlier this evening, or yesterday, I guess, Mark, Ced, and Tim came to see me. They're the ones who got me to see how wrong I'd been. I was actually on my way to apologize to you when I found you and Kent together at Noplace. Kent just pushed all the wrong buttons when I got there. Here I'd just come to tell you how sorry I was, and he sat there and told me what a jerk I'd been. I guess I could take that from our brothers, but not from him. So I lost it! I'm really sorry, Tiger."
I couldn't get to his face to kiss it because of the damned bag of peas, so I pulled my arm out from behind him and put it in his crotch, where I began to rub gently. He sighed, and I was sure he knew his apology had been accepted.
After a few minutes, he said, "You know it's 3:00 AM? We'd better get to bed."
"Have you cut any of your classes this fall so far?"
"No, I don't do that any more."
"What would you think about cutting our morning classes tomorrow and sleeping in?"
He sat up, turned, and looked at me. "I never thought I'd hear you suggest such a thing!" Then he grinned. "But it sounds like a plan to me."
We stood up. I took him by his free hand and led him into our bedroom. Treating him like the wounded warrior he was, I helped him get undressed, waited while he peed and brushed his teeth, took the bag of peas to the kitchen and tossed it into the fridge. He said he didn't want to try sleeping with the peas. I made a mental note to throw those out the next day.
Chaz had to lie on his left side, so I spooned up behind him. We were both exhausted. I didn't even get hard. I put my right arm around his chest under his right arm. He grabbed my hand in his and held it. We went to sleep that way.
CHAZ:
Trey has never been a morning person. He knew he just couldn't get himself awake and be what he needed to be before about 10:00, so he never signed up for 8:00 or 9:00 classes unless he really had to. That particular morning, his first class was at 10:00, and we had agreed the night before we weren't going to any morning classes.
I'm different. I always wake up early. Yeah, I know, people think that Chaz, the big, dumb jock, would be the type to sleep in, but that's just not the way it usually is with me. That particular morning, though, I slept late, too.
When I did wake up, it was a little after ten. Trey was lying on his back with one arm flung up over his head. His dick was tenting the sheet that was over the lower part of his bod. I wanted to get at that, but I had to piss too bad to ignore the urge, so I got up and went to the bathroom.
I was really surprised by what I saw in the mirror. My eye was swollen shut, and it looked like a Hawaiian sunset! I had to soak a wash cloth in warm water and wipe the grainy, hardened matter off my eyelashes. Then I could actually open it a little, but not much. It was sore when I touched around it, but at least it wasn't throbbing. Just in case, though, I took a bunch more aspirin. Then I peed, rinsed my mouth with Scope, and went back to bed.
Trey was the same way I'd left him. I got under the sheet and took his cock in my mouth. It had been weeks since he and I had had any physical contact, and I really needed to get at him. I'd had more than enough of hand jobs.
When I first started to suck him, he smiled, wiggled his ass a little, moaned, and then seemed to go back to sleep. I just kept on sucking. I knew he was awake when I felt his hands on my head.
"Mmmm. Good morning, big guy."
I didn't say anything. I just kept on sucking.
"I've missed you a lot, you know."
I said something like "Mmm mmm." He jumped when he felt the vibrations.
"But I really have to take a leak."
I quit what I was doing and looked up at his face. I was disappointed, but I understood his urge.
"God, you're ugly," he said, laughing. "That shiner is something else. Does it hurt, babe?"
"Not as much as you calling me ugly."
He sat up and kissed me. He had terrible morning breath, but I didn't mind because it was the first mouth-to-mouth kiss we'd had in weeks.
"I'll be right back. Don't go away!"
I stretched out on the bed and waited while he went into the bathroom. I could hear the splash of his stream in the commode. Then I heard him rinsing with mouthwash. And right after that, he plopped down beside me on the bed, grinning at me.
"You're sure you're OK this morning, Chaz?"
"No, I'm not OK. I'm horny as a bitch in heat. You've kept me deprived for a long time, you know."
He grinned at me. "Well, Greeley, I've been just as deprived. If it weren't for my hand, I'd have a terminal case of blue balls."
That made me laugh. Then I leaned over him, and we kissed for a long time.
OK. So I knew he was as horny as I was. I just didn't know what to do next. Since I was the cause of the problem between us, I thought maybe I should let him be the top. I sure as hell wouldn't have minded some Tiger-cock up my behind, but Trey seemed in no hurry to start anything, so I figured maybe he was waiting for me to get things started.
Just then he said, "Um, what was it you were doing before I went to the john?"
That was all the invitation I needed. He had gone soft while he was in the bathroom, but it didn't take long with his pecker in my mouth for him to get good and hard again. Once it was standing straight, I licked it for a while like a popsicle, making long laps from the base to the top. That made Trey wiggle and moan a lot. Then I couldn't stand it any longer and took it into my mouth. I slobbered all over it as I began to suck and move slowly up and down.
"Oh, that's so wet, so hot, so . . ."
I glanced up at him without taking my mouth off his tool. He had his eyes shut and was slowly moving his head from side to side. I kept sucking and bobbing real slow. My own big old cock was pretty hard by this time, so I reached down and began to stroke it a little while I worked on Trey.
Trey's dick is about average length, but it's pretty fat. I hadn't had it in my mouth for a couple of weeks, and the first time I tried to take it all the way, I gagged.
"It's okay, babe," he said, "you don't need to do that."
Well, maybe he didn't think I needed to, but I did. And I managed it on the next try. He moaned a lot more about that. He put his hands on his head and ran his fingers through his hair. Then he'd run his fingers through my hair. By that time, I was sure he was getting close, so I raised up off him.
"Oh, don't stop!" he moaned.
"Let's get you turned over." I put a hand under his butt and flipped him on his belly. Then I grabbed him by the hips and pulled his butt up into the air. Spreading his legs apart, I stuck my face into his crack. As I did, I could see that his cock was the bright red color it always turned when he got hard, and it was drooling precum.
He had been quiet after he complained when I took my mouth off of him, but he began to whimper when I put my tongue on his rosebud. I don't think the Tiger has ever been such a sexual pussycat as he was that morning. He was needier, readier than I'd ever seen him. He just seemed to crave whatever it was I was doing to him at the moment.
Seeing the state he was in, I didn't waste much time rimming him. I grabbed his hot, hard cock and began pumping as I began to fuck his hole with my tongue. But all very slowly. There was no hurry. No hurry at all. No need to rush this. Of course my rod was hot, leaky, and throbbing, too, but I knew it was going to be satisfied soon. So I kept working his dick and jabbing my v-shaped tongue as far up his chute as I could.
Trey started out with his face shoved into a pillow, but soon he got up on his elbows and began to shake his head from side to side, making a snuffling noise, almost like he was crying. Was he crying? I wondered. Nah. Not in the middle of sex. So I kept on with what I was doing, still going real slow.
All of a sudden, I could feel his dick get even harder. Then he pushed his body clear up off the bed with his palms flat on the mattress and said, "Oh, my God!" as his dick began to spurt ropes of thick, white cum onto the sheet. When the spasms stopped, he collapsed onto the sheet, lying in his own cum, his head turned to one side.
I noticed that there were tears running down his face.
"Babe, are you OK?" I asked.
He smiled without opening his eyes. "Yeah. That sure is better than your foot."
"I'm glad you liked it, `cause I ain't through. Roll over on your back."
He did, with a little encouragement from my hand. He had some cum on his belly and chest which I rubbed into his skin. By the time I had finished that, he was hard again.
I reached into the bedside table drawer and got the lube, which I applied to all the right places on him and me. He lay there smiling at me. Did I ever mention what a sweet smile my Tiger has?
Anyway, I thought just then that I wanted to make him smile like that as often as I could, and I mentally kicked myself over and over for making him unhappy.
"Henry Lee, I want you to know something."
"Yeah, babe?"
"If I didn't think what I'm about to do would give you pleasure, I'd never do it. This isn't about me being on top, you know, or claiming you, or about power over you, or any of that shit ^Ö except the power to give you pleasure. It will just be a way to say I'm sorry and I love you. If you don't see it that way, then you get on top and fuck the daylights out of me, OK?"
He smiled again. That smile. "Chaz?"
"What?"
"Please make love to me."
Never let it be said that Charles Greeley turned down a request like that from his guy. I grabbed the boy's ankles and lifted them up as I positioned my heat-seeking missile before his twitching opening. Trey had gotten so he didn't have any trouble taking me, even with my size, but this time I went slow 'cause it had been a while and I didn't want to hurt him.
I guess I didn't need to worry. I watched his face real carefully, and he never gave me any sign it was hurting. He looked me in the eye and smiled the whole time. When my pubes were pushed against his ass cheeks, he nodded his head and said, "Do it, lover!"
I let go of his ankles and leaned forward. He seemed to know what I wanted, so he leaned up, and we kissed. Then he wrapped his legs around my waist and I began to long-dick him very slowly.
Except for quick wanks in the shower each morning, this was the first sex I'd had since before the night at Stefan's. I had just sucked this stud and rimmed him. By that time I was about ready to blow before I even entered Trey, so it didn't take long. I tried to keep it slow, and I'd pause to let things calm down a bit, but I just couldn't help it. Soon I began to shudder and shoot volleys into my mate. When I finished coming, I waited for a minute or two for my cock to get soft, but it didn't. And Trey's was red and angry and hard, too.
I pulled out, and he whimpered again. When I took his cock in my mouth, he said, "Oh, yeah, lover, suck me some more."
I didn't do it slow and easy this time. I gave it everything thing I had, and before I would have thought it was possible, he had shot off in my mouth. Not as much as before, but a respectable amount, judging by what I swallowed.
Then he just sort of deflated all over. He was spent. He looked almost like one of the figures in the paintings by that Spaniard, the one that painted the limp watches. But there was nothing limp about my cock, so I stuck my finger back in his hole and wiggled it around a bit. It was full of the lube and my cum, so it was good to go again.
I pulled his legs apart and entered him again. I was again careful not to hurt him, but I knew I could go a bit faster and be a little less gentle this time, since there was no danger of getting him off too soon, or me, either. This time I think we both zoned out. I pumped in and out of him with my eyes closed and lost track of the time. He moaned once in a while, or he'd put his hand on my hip or lightly pinch one of my nips, but he didn't say anything. We were just lost together in space ^Ö until I came.
"Oh, Jeez, I'm coming!"
"Yeah, big guy, fill me some more with that sweet gism of yours!"
He already had enough that he was sort of squishy, but I did what he said and gave him another deposit of Greeley seed. When I was through, I leaned down on him and we had a long kiss.
While we were kissing, I opened my eyes, and Trey had his open, too. He began to laugh, and that pretty well ended the kiss.
"And just what's so damned funny, Withers?"
"You. You really look terrible. That's the most colorful shiner I've ever seen. Does it hurt?"
"Come to think of it, it's started throbbing again."
"Well, baby, given what you've been doing for the last hour, I'm not surprised. Here, let me go see if we have more frozen veggies."
"No, not right now. I think I'd rather have a shower and some breakfast. Shit! It's nearly noon. No wonder I'm hungry!"
Trey grinned and asked, "Wanna share the shower?"
"Suits me. Then breakfast. Then ice on the eye. But no funny business in the shower. I've gotta get to my 1:00 class."
"Yeah, me, too. I can't miss Dr. Fairchild's Chaucer class. It would be bad to get behind in there."
So, we got in the shower together, shaved with the same razor while we were in the shower, got out, and dressed. Trey fixed me a bag of ice because there weren't any more frozen veggies, and I sat at the kitchen table with it while he made us some sandwiches for lunch.
"And what were we supposed to do today, without fail, Greeley?"
"Call Kent."
"I think I'll not work out this afternoon, so I'll call him as soon as I get back."
I grinned. "Hey, I like that. I'll meet you back here as soon as I finish my class. We can call Kent. Then how's about a late afternoon nap?"
"If you think I'm going to let you sleep, you've got another think coming. But a return to bed sounds like just what we need." He gave me that heavy-lidded, sexy grin that always makes me melt.
"Mr. Withers the third, I couldn't agree more."
[Chapter 34 will be posted in about a week.]