His hand had stopped moving—but the evidence of what he’d been doing was clear.Neither of them spoke.Jax didn’t either.He stepped forward slowly. Real.Jax pulled back just long enough to stand up and stroke his dick out—thick, veiny, leaking. Gay porn Five-star buzz before the first Yelp review.And the first person to show up?Shawn.Fresh cut. Chest rising. Quiet. “The kind of man who doesn’t need to raise his voice… to own a room.” Salmon came clean. It slapped heavy against Shawn’s cheek as he leaned in.“You know what to do,” Jax said.Shawn didn’t hesitate. “Just sayin’. Shawn was in the VIP suite.Door locked. No hesitation. “Just sayin’. Faint. But I also saw you listen.”He looked up. “I remember you wearin’ them busted-ass gators and still pullin’ a girl that wasn’t even from our school.”Jax leaned forward. 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. Champagne flutes scattered like afterthoughts.
