"Where are we doing this, Alpha?" Holino murmured, his voice dropping into a hypnotic register that vibrated against Beron's chest. His fingers remained locked around the rigid length stretching the fabric of the white trousers, applying a slow, deliberate friction that sent a shockwave through the older man's system. "In your car, or mine? As you can see, I am growing impatient."
Beron's chest heaved, his lungs screaming for oxygen as the intense proximity of Holino's handsome, mocking face completely overwhelmed his logical faculties. With a sudden burst of strength, he slammed his palms against Holino's shoulders, forcefully pushing the younger Ford brother back a step to break the suffocating contact.
"We are going to the Dwentreen Hotel," Beron rasped, his voice dropping an octave into a broken growl as he tried to stabilize his trembling frame. He gripped the edge of his car's door panel, sweat pouring down his temples into his collar. "It's nearby. We do it there."
