Juke woke to find himself alone in Dale’s bed, the sheets cold where Dale should have been. He took a slow breath, inhaling the scent that clung to the room—Dale’s earthy fragrance mingling with his own, underlined by the unmistakable musk of last night.
His face twisted in a smirk as he looked at himself, realizing with amusement. It wasn't just Dale who was missing—so were his clothes. He stank of sex, and the lingering aroma stirred memories of the night before, images flashing through his mind that made his blood hum and his dick twitch.
Running a hand through his hair, he sat up, stretching the stiffness from his limbs. He stood, moving to the bathroom to rinse the night’s remnants.
The cool water on his skin was refreshing, and a momentary shock that cleared his senses woke him. With a towel wrapped around his waist, Juke padded out, following the soft hum of voices down the hall.
As he approached the kitchen, the voices grew louder, carrying a warmth and ease that wrapped aroun
