When he thought about what it had felt like this morning to press himself against Ty’s back, to steal a taste of those lips…. He had a feeling his dick might not go back down until he got Ty out of his sight permanently.
There is no way I can sleep with this damn pole, he thought, looking down at his cock straining against the thin fabric. Tucking his thumbs inside the waistband, he was just sliding his boxers down his thighs, when, with a soft tap, the bedroom door swung open and Tyler stepped inside.
“Whoops,” Ty said, the corner of his mouth twitching, as if hiding a smile. “Looks like I caught you with your pants down, cowboy.”
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