The Breach, Part 2: Surrender

Tanner Hayes knelt close, a damp cloth in hand, tending to Colby Taylor's cuts and scrapes with careful strokes. The air hung thick with the scent of antiseptic and sweat. As his fingers brushed over raw skin, Tanner's touch turned bolder. He slipped a hand into Colby's shorts, fingers grazing the hardening length beneath. Colby's breath hitched, his body responding to that gentle care—arousal blooming hot and insistent, chasing away the sting of every wound.