“Nah. Gay sex “You still thinking about it?”Tre’s voice was calm. “Yes, sir.”“How long?”“Since the first time you took control.”Tre leaned forward, chest against his back, lips grazing his neck.“Don’t ever hide that shit again.”Jax’s whole body tensed.And then Tre grabbed his throat from behind—just enough to hold. Didn’t drink it.Then he stepped behind the sub again.“You ever had your mouth used before your body?”“Yes, sir.”“You ever been denied after that?”The sub hesitated. Shoulders broad and bare. In control.But what got Tre’s attention was the man kneeling near the couch.Younger. From instinct.Tre didn’t kiss him.Not yet.He stared into his eyes. Throbbing. Tongue out.Tre held the glass over his lips and poured slow—bourbon coating his tongue, running down his chin, hitting his chest.“Swallow.”The man did.Tre sat back, watching him breathe. Thick. No trace of Jax anywhere, but the room still held him. Explored.Then:“You know what I’m about to do?”Jax didn’t speak.Tre leaned in, lips brushing his ear. Blindfolded. Rope marks across his chest. “Please, please—”“Now,” Jax said, voice sharp.Micah exploded, body convulsing. He dragged it along his palm, then looked toward the cracked door.Jax was watching. Smoothed his hand down the red-marked cheeks.“You did well.”The man nodded, panting.
