Page 21 of The Story of Danny Rose

He nodded curtly. “They’d just reached the dirt road when I pulled up.”

“Am I gonna be impressed by their appearance?”

“Probably, but they must’ve committed a minor felony to find a ball cap from the University of Michigan in the middle of the night.”

I let out a chuckle. Excellent. Those felonies were all right.

So they were in “Venezuela” as students. Good route for two boys their age.

Danny held two plates and faced me with a blank expression. “You didn’t answer me before.”

Astute.

I smirked faintly and took a measured step toward him. I liked that little flicker of apprehension in his eyes when I was so close to him. Correction—I loved it. Just a few inches closer, and I could cup his jaw and stand a little too close.

He went rigid as I brushed the pad of my thumb across his bottom lip.

What the hell are you doing, man?

Fuck it. I was weak.

He swallowed hard, a sight that pushed a wall of thick tension through me.

“Thank you for your honesty, little one,” I murmured.

A breath gusted out of him, and his pupils dilated.

Ease the fuck off.

It was my turn to swallow, and then I forced myself to back away. I took one of the plates and realized I was royally screwed.

I was pushing forward in the one area I should be pulling back, and I couldn’t even care. I grabbed my coffee and headed outside.

My God, I wanted to fuck him stupid.

See him writhe in pleasure and pain underneath me as I pumped my cock in and out of his ass.

Maybe while he held his little stuffie.

Shake it off.

I took a steadying breath, my heart racing a little too fast.

I’d just done that. I’d just crossed a line with him.

I exhaled and slumped down in my chair.

Bloody fucking idiot.

Danny’s estimate on the twins’ return was pretty spot-on. He’d poured their coffee right on time.

He shuffled out of the cabin, and the twins trailed up the steps. Quiet good mornings were exchanged behind my back while I peeled the shell off my eggs.

“Have a seat, boys,” I said, clearing my throat. “Danny cooked up a feast.”

“Coffee,” one of the twins groaned.

They hadn’t slept, had they?

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