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Jesse thought hard, remembering something he’d wanted to do here, something that had made Riley gasp in horror.

“Fuck, no, Byrney. Are you crazy?”

He leaned over and whispered his suggestion in Trevor’s ear, laughing out loud when Trevor yelped.

“Sharks?”

* * *

“Shark bite. Shark bite.”

Trevor laughed breathlessly as Jesse playfully gnawed on his neck. “I wasn’t afraid of those stupid sharks.”

“I know you weren’t. You snorkeled right down there with the best of ’em. Meanwhile, I couldn’t take my eyes off your ass.” As he spoke, Jesse filled his hands with Trevor’s cheeks, plumping and squeezing them. “Mmm. Such a mighty fine ass, too.”

With an answering smirk, Trevor lifted his face, lips parted enticingly. Jesse was on fire even as he teased him, taking his time, licking deep into Trevor’s mouth, tasting, savoring.

The shower was a steamy little cocoon as Jesse drove Trevor over the edge, making it good for him. Damn, he was so responsive, so giving. Bringing him pleasure enhanced Jesse’s own, more than he’d ever dreamed possible.

“Fuck.” Trevor’s cry sounded tortured as Jesse circled his hole lightly with a fingertip, pressing inward just the tiniest bit.

“You like that?”

Digging his fingers into Jesse’s shoulders, Trevor gasped, “Yes, I like that. Oh, God.”

“More?” Hot satisfaction burned through him when Trevor begged him shamelessly for release, his pleading moans ringing off the tile.

At last wrung dry, Trevor slumped against him, trembling. Jesse’s heart hammered in his chest, his cock so hard it hurt. Stretching up on tiptoe, Trevor brushed a soft kiss on his lips before sinking to his knees with a sultry smile that knocked the very last bit of breath from Jesse’s lungs.

“Two can play at that game, Mr. Byrne.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

The plane took off with a roar, banking out over the crystal blue water. On the way home at last.

Trevor studied Jesse’s profile, his long eyelashes resting against his cheek, the slight curve to his lips, wondering what was on his mind. Their last night in their little cabin? Ah, to sleep in a man’s arms again... Trevor sighed, thinking about how every time he’d moved, Jesse had moved with him, as if he couldn’t bear to be separated from him by even a few inches. It was the best night’s sleep Trevor could remember having since Riley died.

I could really get used to this.

Doubts about what kind of future they could have swirled and chased themselves around inside Trevor’s mind, but he shoved them down before they could take root. He’d been as honest with him as he could, and despite his youth, Jesse was still one of the most mature, level-headed men Trevor knew. He had to trust in that, trust that Jesse was going into this with his eyes wide-open. What else could he do?

As if feeling the weight of Trevor’s perusal, Jesse opened his eyes. He searched Trevor’s face for a moment, then reached over and took his hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. The quiet understanding calmed him as it always did, and he relaxed, leaning against Jesse’s shoulder as the plane flew on.

After one short delay in Denver, they at last trudged wearily into the Colorado Springs terminal, Trevor ready for nothing more than a hot shower and his soft bed.

“I figured we’d just catch cabs home,” Jesse said as they waited at baggage claim. “Karen’s at work, so—”

“Of course.”

The carousel finally rumbled to life to deliver their suitcases, and before long they were standing awkwardly at the curb next to the cab stand.

“I, uh, I guess I’ll head out, then.” Jesse shifted his carry-on bag from one shoulder to the other.

“You working tomorrow?”

Shrugging, Jesse started towing his suitcase toward one of the waiting taxis. “Not sure. I told Karen I’d give her a call when I was home and settled.”

The driver hurried around the front of the car to take Jesse’s bags and load them in the trunk. Hating the fact there were so many people around with no privacy for a proper goodbye, Trevor pulled him into a loose hug.