“Also… we’re playing in Los Angeles next week…” His hand inches higher as his words trail off, and my cock doesn’t fail to notice. “We’re staying the night before heading down to San Jose.” “What are you thinking?” I ask huskily. “Maybe you could come stay the night.” I beam. “You want me to be your booty call, Wilde?” “Fuck off.” He laughs. “We’re limited on what we can do while the kids are here, but fuck, Cas. I want to get my hands on you so bad.”
