Now, he did.
That was new.
New, and scary, but also exciting. Riley had been a whole new world for him, and once he’d gotten over his nervousness, he’d loved every second of it. He loved the way Riley’s touch was so confident, the way he wasn’t afraid to ask for what he wanted, the give-and-take between them that had resulted in one of the best, most draining orgasms of Brent’s life.
It felt so good, so right that Brent didn’t feel even the slightest twinge of regret about it. Riley was always going to be his first man, and he was glad that was how it’d gone in the end.
He remembered Riley telling him not to freak out, probably expecting that hewould, but he wasn’t. Not at all.
He wanted to do it all over again.
He knew this would all be over once they left here. Riley would move on when they got home, and they wouldn’t see each other again for months, and by then it would all be forgotten.
Brent knew all that, and he knew he was putting himself at risk of getting his heart broken all over again, but he still intended to make the most of Riley while he had him.
If he couldn’t have Riley, he could at least have some good memories.
