A couple of humans walked up the path, and Winter shuffled his feet like he was waiting for someone. As soon as they moved inside, he took off at a trot around the back of the club to the shed—a landmark he increasingly cherished. Partridge hunting. His cock turned into a heat-seeking missile pointing him toward the target. He rounded the corner of the shed and stopped. Where was Matt? He sniffed. “Hey.” Winter turned toward both the scent and the sound. All he could see was a giant tree with one significant body part sticking out. Long, bare, and delicious. Winter laughed. Yes, the human had gone nuts. He covered the space between them in a few steps, dropped to his knees, and gave the pink head a kiss. “Well, hello there. Where have you been all my life?” “Waiting for you.” Winter’s eyes flashed up to Matt’s face. For just a second, his soft green eyes gazed at Winter with an emotion too scary to explore.
