That growl when he said, “You leak like you need to be owned.”He sped up. Gay sex Gold watch. “You think anyone else gets to see you like this?”“No,” Shawn breathed.“Say it louder.”“No, sir.”Tre shifted in the chair. Moans. Slower this time. He was too close.Tre kept stroking. “Yeah. Thick ropes shot up across his stomach, chest, and neck—his hole twitching, pulsing, leaking around nothing but Jax’s pressure. You nasty for what you did to me.Jax smirked. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his black dress shirt, rolled each sleeve up to his elbows like he was preparing for a long, dirty job.Then he looked directly at Tre.“Stand up.”Tre obeyed. That growl when he said, “You leak like you need to be owned.”He sped up. Just thinkin’.”He wasn’t thinkin’. That’s trust.”Tre nodded once, eyes wide, jaw tight.“You ever had a man give you his whole body without askin’ questions?”“No,” Tre admitted quietly.“You ever deserved it?”Tre said nothing.Jax pressed in.One long stroke. Stroking. Tightened. Just calm. A silver ring curved through the head, glinting under the overhead light.
