“Sorry folks,” he muttered.Then, gripping the shirt in his hands, he grunted and gritted his teeth. I glanced at Leo, whose gaze lingered a second longer, a silent question in his eyes but offered no help.I took a shaky breath, then pulled a few crumpled bills from my pocket—the final vote Bill needed. Gay sex I shifted the ice again, and then, almost involuntarily, my gaze drifted to the bar, where Cam was wiping down the counter—but watching me. He rose a third time, a fourth and a fifth—by the last, muscles quivering and a choked, guttural grunt escaping him, and dropped to the sweet relief of the stage floor, even then chuckling.Papa Bear rose first to take his applause, and helped pull Bill to his feet, breathing hard, skin glistening from exertion. The crinkle of paper was a surprisingly intimate sound against Bill’s skin.Bill’s grin slipped wide, a flash of triumph. Even here?My time to respond was cut short as Leo pushed my legs back further, his grip on the jeans tethering my ankles firm, hinting at a dominant streak I hadn’t fully recognized until then, but welcomed. My heart pounded harder, seeing the flex in his arms with the throw, and Leo lurching forward next to me.Then Bill’s grin shifted—no longer
