Author's Sexy-Time Warning: Things are escalating. If your mind is pure, skip this chapter, because it won't be after this.
“Th-That’s good,” Taylor said a little shakily, his eyes glued to what he was doing, his member quivering in jealousy.
His third finger had just joined his first two deep inside Garrett, all the way to his knuckles, and it was an overwhelming mix of heaven and hell as the hottest little oven Taylor had ever wanted to enter took him in so securely. So tightly. And it didn’t help at all that Garrett was hiding his face in Taylor’s pillow, letting out the sexiest muffled cries Taylor had ever heard.
Once his second finger had slid into place next to his first, Garrett could not be coerced to show Taylor his face any longer, and Taylor had to let Garrett have his way.
