Quieter. Didn’t knock.He pushed the door open just a crack.And saw everything.Shawn on the couch. Gay porn Fresh tee, fitted jeans, his scent a subtle mix of oud and skin.He knocked once.Jax opened the door. You’re becoming dangerous.”He let go.Tre’s eyes locked in. “Just sayin’. Another three selling plates out of his grandma’s house on 81st.Now? You ain’t hear me.”Shawn’s jaw tightened.“I ain’t tell nobody,” Tre added. “I don’t count?”Jax poured a neat shot of Uncle Nearest and slid it to him. One wrong move and he’d nick someone—but his own pulse was making his fingers shake.Thirty minutes later, with the last cut out the door, he was in the back of the shop, wiping down the VIP suite. And he’s gonna watch every damn second.”Tre didn’t blink. Needy.Jax gripped his hips and leaned down, voice in his ear. Fingers first. Breathing shallow.Tre sat in the leather chair near the mirror—legs spread wide, eyes locked in.Shawn didn’t look at him. Another three selling plates out of his grandma’s house on 81st.Now? “I remember you wearin’ them busted-ass gators and still pullin’ a girl that wasn’t even from our school.”Jax leaned forward.
