Colton had stalked closer, shoved Isaac against a tree, and went to kiss him. It was the most startling almost in Isaac’s life. Colton couldn’t bring his lips to meet Isaac’s; instead, he’d buried his face in the crook of Isaac’s neck and grinded against him. “You like this, don’t you?” Colton panted and pressed his body harder, rippling muscles working Isaac over as the hard bark of a tree clawed at his back. “You want me?”