Then another.Shawn moaned into the cushion. Gay sex With your tongue. “You usually don’t slice steak yourself unless you tryin’ to work something out.”Jax stared at him for a beat, then said low, “I said I got it.”Derrick raised his hands, backing off. Your stillness. The man stayed ready.Jax shut the door and let the silence do what it always did—speak for him.“You been waitin’ long?” His voice came out low, rough from smoke and late-night bourbon.Shawn looked up. The kind of confidence that walked ahead of him and made people move. “Aight. “Yeah. “Always for you.”That did something to Jax’s chest. “I remember you wearin’ them busted-ass gators and still pullin’ a girl that wasn’t even from our school.”Jax leaned forward. Tonight, he wanted taste first. Steady. Jax looked down, watching Shawn take every inch.“You missed this?” he asked, hips rolling forward.Shawn choked slightly, then pulled off, eyes glazed. Quiet. Too smooth. Still, his hands felt tight.He hadn’t jerked off this morning.Didn’t need to.Every time he thought about it—about Shawn’s thighs shaking, about the way that nut hit his own chest when Jax told him to let go—his dick would twitch in his sweats again. “You always walk like that?” he asked, tone slick.Shawn tensed. “You always eat it like you starvin’.”“I
