Jaxon Radoc and Rhys Casey stand in the sunlight of the woods, the blond’s smooth skin catching the light as he grins, his star tattoo glinting against the bark behind him. One pulls the other close, lips meeting hard, fingers tangling in hair as the slim frame arches into the kiss. The air hums with the rough press of teeth and the sharp inhale of breath when they break, only to dive back in, hands gripping hips.
