Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
ZACHARY
Wallace knocked his elbow into my arm as he threw back a shot. I excused myself and headed for the restroom. It was only 10:30pm, and the bachelor party was in full swing. After this, our next—and hopefully final—stop was a strip club.
But right now I needed a little privacy so I could look at Ford’s picture again. I hadn’t felt my phone vibrate, so when I’d checked the time and noticed the text notification, I hadn’t been prepared for what I’d see.
Fuck, I wanted to be the guy to strip Ford down to those—my—underwear. I didn’t want him to show those to anyone else.
The restroom was about half full. I shut myself in a stall and stared at Ford’s wiry frame. The hair on his chest barely narrowed as it went down his body, resulting in less a treasure trail and more a treasure freeway. I zoomed in, but I couldn’t make out much about his cock. He filled out the panties nicely, and I could tell he was on the large side, but his pubic hair pretty much obscured anything else I could’ve seen.
Damn, I wanted to run my fingers down his body, feeling the crisp hair all the way. I could just imagine my saliva coating his pubes as I deep-throated him.
Fuck.
I shut my eyes and clicked my phone off. I wanted Ford.
And it might not be tonight, but I was going to have him.