Controlled, dominant, intentional.And Jax felt it.Felt it so deep in his chest it dropped lower—into his gut, then to his dick.He shifted in his seat, unzipped his pants, and—for the first time—wrapped his hand around himself while someone else did the dominating.He stroked slow, watching Tre take command.The way Tre held the sub’s neck. Gay porn Deep. Then:Still sittin’.Jax’s jaw clenched. Thought about this shit all day.”Jax grinned. “You ain’t earned the right to touch yourself in my presence.”Tre froze—then tucked himself back in, carefully. Then again. He lined up—then paused.Looked back at Tre.“You see how open he is for me? Loud. Fingers first. I’ll deal with you tomorrow.Tomorrow.Shawn exhaled hard, chest tight. And he was pissed at himself for liking it.“You alright, boss?” one of the barbers asked, looking over.Shawn blinked back into the room. 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. Jax’s voice. “Next time, I’m fuckin’ you over that mirror.”Shawn didn’t move. It’s about what you don’t do.”He set the knife down and stepped around the island.
