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water struck his chest. Damn, just having Trey
in the next room was making action with Mr. Hand fucking
incredible. Not that he intended to make Mr. Hand a steady workout
partner.
    Hell no. Trey wasn't leaving this cabin a
virgin. And if he had his way, Trey's first male lover was going to
be his only male lover.
    He stroked faster, his breath quickening,
need building as he imagined Trey taking his cock, rocking back on
it, begging for it. Oh yeah, oh yeah…
    Exquisite relief came with the rush of semen
through his dick.
    He moaned, swayed, was lightheaded from the
rush.
    He freed his cock and testicles to press his
palms to the shower wall so he could stay upright. Damn, if that
was what happened when he came just fantasizing about Trey, then
the reality of coming with Trey was going to make him pass
out.
    Yeah, well, he'd deal with it.
    Pushing away from the shower wall, he
lathered his hands, this time to clean up the semen on his chest
and abdomen. Now that he'd gotten a little relief he could think
with the big head.
    He needed a plan. The trouble was, he'd
never been in a situation like this one. His past lovers had all
been experienced, some openly gay, others more discreet about
it—but none of them in denial about wanting another man as a
partner instead of a woman.
    Growing up, his sexual preference wasn't an
issue, at least among those belonging to the Thunderbird. There was
a name for it among The People. Two Spirited.
    He'd never denied his sexuality. Sure, he'd
kept it private when he was a cop in L.A., and to a lesser extent
when he was in San Francisco. It'd just been the easier course of
action.
    So he got how Trey's denying being gay might
have seemed like the right path. Probably wasn't easy to be out and
a teacher. And he'd been caring for his mother.
    But the sleeping with women and pretending
he was straight—time to stop. He was willing to cut Trey some slack
on the denial. Some being the operative word because a phone
call might come saying Patricia Veron was in custody. Meaning he
had to make every minute count.
    Tenino grinned. He could do that. In fact,
it'd become his personal mission to get Trey so hot and bothered
that the guy would either have to retreat to the shower and jerk
off—or face up to the chemistry.
    He wouldn't even make Trey beg to find out
what it was like to be with another man. Well, he wouldn't make him
beg very much.
    Tenino's cock hardened. For a split second
he was tempted to take himself in hand and give in to the fantasy
of Trey on his knees, blond hair freed from his ponytail, mouth
delivering sweet torture and mind-blowing ecstasy.
    He fisted his hand rather than reach for his
shaft. The grin turned into a grimace with the realization that his
plan was going to involve a whole lot of suffering—for Trey and for him.
    Turning off the water, he left the shower
and toweled dry. The jeans were still wet but even if they hadn't
been, there was no way his cock would stand for him putting them
back on.
    He wrapped the towel around his waist. Don't want to spook the schoolteacher, he thought, the grin
returning.
    How perfect was that? A cop and a
schoolteacher paired up and playing house?
    He snickered, which was better than a moan
of pain. 'Cause as soon as he opened the bathroom door and Trey
looked up long enough to get an eyeful, fire streaked through his
cock and up his spine.
    Tenino crossed to the area that served as
his bedroom and put on navy blue sweatpants. He left the shirt off.
More clothing wasn't consistent with the plan to get Trey to admit
to being gay.
    He had a good body and he wanted Trey to see
it—up close and very personal. And that wasn't vanity
speaking, just self-awareness and a confidence that came with being
completely comfortable in his skin.
    The Creator had blessed him with nice looks
to begin with. Being a cop and taking physical fitness seriously
had honed that body into something other men had found attractive
in the past, though what he