“Great.” Riley was thankful that Marc’s ADD brain never stayed in one place for long. He was like a sparkly hummingbird, but one with a sharp beak that could hold you down and make you do his bidding. He got why Thorne had enjoyed him, but Riley was a better fit to give Thorne what he really needed.

Not that Thorne had asked Riley to “fix” him. Riley shook his head. Maybe he should be a fucking therapist. He couldn’t stop himself from wanting to help people. It was his nature, and plenty of clients were looking for a counselor or at least a confessor. With Thorne though, Riley’s instincts might just lead him to heartbreak.

***

THORNE WATCHED AS Dash rolled his shoulders, letting his jacket slide down his arms. The garment dropped to the floor. Rather than pick it up, he kept moving toward Thorne, undoing the buttons at his cuffs. “You ready to find out what I’ve got planned for you?”

Thorne had to swallow before he could speak. “I thought you were all about taking things slow, building anticipation.”

Dash unbuttoned his shirt, slowly revealing his smooth, tanned chest. “Who’s rushing? I’m just getting comfortable.”

“What do you…” Thorne paused to watch Dash remove his shirt.

“Did you forget your question?”

“What question?” Thorne didn’t want to talk anymore. He wanted to touch.

Dash unfastened his pants, revealing the gorgeous V of skin that pointed toward his cock. It begged for attention, making Thorne want to sink to his knees so he could lick, suck, and nibble.

“Thorne?”

He glanced up. “What?”

Dash had a very satisfied look on his face. “Whatever you were thinking, just do it.”

Thorne knelt in front of Dash, took hold of his hips, and yanked him forward so Thorne could bury his face against the opening of Dash’s pants, not caring that the sides of Dash’s zipper scraped his cheeks. He breathed deep, scenting sweat, the lemony soap Dash always used, and Dash. He’d know the man’s smell anywhere. It was part of him, and it made Thorne hard instantly. He wished he could bottle it, spray it all over his sheets, bathe in it. God, he was so far gone.

It’s just lust. Dash is young and hot and knows how to hit all your buttons. Focus on what you want. Thorne nibbled the skin that had mesmerized him. Dash sucked in his breath but made no move to stop him.

When Thorne pulled back, Dash slid his hands into Thorne’s hair and pulled him forward again. “More.”