“Where the fuck that come from?”“You remember it or not?”Shawn laughed, low. Didn’t move.“Just forgot my slides,” Tre added.Shawn cursed under his breath and opened the door halfway. Gay sex “Ain’t nobody left to impress, Chef.”Jax smirked. His jaw clenched, but his hands stayed down—just like he was told.Jax started to move. He didn’t stare. One man—muscular, brown-skinned, kneeling on the rug. There was something about him.Too calm. One hand stroked his thick shaft, leaking over his abs. “This one’s been waiting.”Tre’s eyes moved over the submissive—calm posture, hole twitching, cock untouched but hard.Jax stepped back and locked the door. Steady. 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 hadn’t taken a single sip of the bourbon someone gifted him at the ribbon-cutting. Voice in the boy’s ear like velvet sandpaper.“You take what I give. 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.
