Chapter 41
I settled into the passenger seat of Zach’s truck and scrubbed at my face. I know I haven’t started the medicals yet, but when I’m tired my face itches like a two-day beard and nothing stops the sensation for me but a razor.
Zach noticed. “Don’t shave right away,” he begged. “It’s hot.” How could I not love this man?
I smirked at him. “You just want my face on your balls.”
“Damn straight,” he agreed, grinning, and playfully gunned the motor to let me know how much of a hurry he was in.
My cock was throbbing in agreement. Zach reached over and settled his hand between my thighs, cupping the balls he couldn’t feel but had never doubted were there. I enjoyed his touch for a moment, then pushed his hand away. “Two hands on the wheel, mister,” I scolded.
“Yessir,” he said, mock-cowed, and we laughed. “Let’s go home.”