“That way I could lie down on top of you and stay there and claim you.” “I’m a big fan of that idea,” Taylor said, his voice going soft again. He stroked fingers down the back of Jet’s neck making him want to purr like a cat. “I’m already yours.” “Fuck,” Jet murmured. He pushed his face into Taylor’s front and rubbed it back and forth. “You can’t just say shit like that.” “Think I just did,” Taylor countered.
