Screwed Into Forever [Forbidden Collection]
Dominic watched from the stairs, nursing a beer that did nothing to numb the ache.
Later, when the girl wandered off, Dominic found Kyle in the backyard, alone by the fence.
Alcohol made him bold.
He pulled Kyle into the shadows of the shed, kissing him hard, hands roaming under his shirt. Kyle kissed back, hungry, grinding against him. They dry-humped like teenagers—dirty, frantic—Kyle’s hand slipping into Dominic’s jeans to stroke him roughly until Dominic came with a choked groan. Kyle followed soon after, but wiped his hand on his pants and stepped back immediately.