He was remembering.The way Jax had said it: “You always this easy for me?”And the way he had answered: “Only for you.”Shawn swallowed hard, trying to focus as he lined the man’s beard. Gay sex Masculine.”The silence stretched.Tre’s eyes dropped to Shawn’s waist. Handle the shop. Presence.”Tre nodded again, more confidently now.Jax stepped close, clapped a hand to his shoulder. “Like what?”“Like somebody had you grippin’ sheets last night.”Shawn let the towel drop.“I got it from here,” he said flatly.But Tre didn’t move. Another three selling plates out of his grandma’s house on 81st.Now? Watching.He didn’t speak. But real.He reached under the counter to grab a fresh towel—and bumped into somebody.“Damn,” he muttered, standing quick.“Didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”Tre.New hire. He lined up—then paused.Looked back at Tre.“You see how open he is for me? His dick stood heavy, throbbing between his thighs.“Put it away,” Jax said. Especially after what he did last night.The edge of his blade slid clean through a slab of raw ribeye, slow and precise, just how he liked it.
