Chapter 17

Toby

“Mmm,” Toby murmured as Sam kissed him again, softer and slower than the first kiss. “You taste like vodka.”

“You taste amazing,” Sam replied.

Toby giggled, then gasped as Sam ground his hips up against him. He was hard! Arousal swept through Toby, his blood rearranging and heading south to his cock, and within moments he was hard, too.

“Hngh…kiss me, Sam!” he demanded as he got caught up in the excitement.

Sam threaded their fingers together and pressed Toby’s hands up against the wall beside his head, his tongue claiming Toby’s mouth.

“Mmn, ngh…” Toby groaned each time the feel of Sam’s hard cock, outlined through his jeans, came into contact with his own, rubbing, grinding, and teasing. “Ahh, I missed this. Not gonna walk out on me this time?”

“No. Believe me. I regret that. I really want to be your Alpha. Let me? No one has to know,” Sam said.

“Hmm…” Toby replied, pretending to think about it.

When Sam asked that they ta