Chapter 10 In The Hands Of Clay

• Clay couldn’t believe he had the grader in his arms. Now that he had Brice, he planned to hold on with everything he had and then some.
• When Clay suggested that they get naked, Brice’s eyes went wide, but the man didn’t seem against the idea. The hard cock in Brice’s pants liked the new plan.
• “The last time I had sex was before I was captured,” Brice spoke with caution, but his hips kept up that rolling thrust against Clay’s thigh like he couldn’t help himself. The feel of Brice’s erection shoving against his jeans had Clay’s mind and body burning. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would be in this spot with the man who held him in The Original’s shanty prison.