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hardly noticed, but it was a bit loud. He opened the door, his face heating as the girls filled the room.

They smelled nice, but he knew what them being here meant. The same thing it did when he was with Hunt and there were girls and he had to play his part.

At least the girls knew what they wanted. There was no conversation. No confusion. He let one of the girls take off his clothes. His vision was so blurred he couldn’t even make out her face, but he heard the condom wrapper. Brushed her hand away and led her to White.

White wanted this.

He didn’t.

But he didn’t stop the second girl from dropping to her knees and sucking his dick. He focused on White as the man went down on one girl, while fucking another. The muscles of his ass moved rhythmically and Braxton couldn’t look away. The pressure on his dick felt good. He could do this. Get on that bed with White and enjoy himself in the heat and slick slide of skin on skin, feeding on the other man’s pleasure.

Pleasure he couldn’t give him, but did that matter anymore?

Another knock and he eased away from the girls. Grabbed a towel at the last minute to cover himself. Turned off the music which was way too loud.

He opened the door and tried to stand straight as Vanek stared at him. A few feet behind him, Pisch froze.

I don’t know what I did, but it was bad. I shouldn’t be here.

This was his room.

You’re fucked up and now everyone knows it.

He had to calm down. No one knew anything. Maybe they were here because they were bored.

“Hey, Vanek. Pischlar.” He gave them a jerky nod. “Umm…what’s up?”

Vanek moved away from the door. “Coach is looking for you. You might want to just call him though because you smell like a fucking brewery. You’re lucky we ain’t playing tomorrow.”

I do? Shit, this wasn’t good. But he was too gone to care too much. “Yeah, I—”

“Get your ass back in here, Braxton!” White shouted. The music came back on.

Braxton smiled at Vanek, hoping the man heard the apology in his tone. He couldn’t explain what was happening. And didn’t really want to. “I’ll call him. Thanks for the message.”

Vanek and Pisch weren’t here for fun. They would judge him and he couldn’t deal with that. Not when he was already judging himself. He pushed the door shut and his racing mind went quiet.

Pretend everything is fine. White didn’t want you alone, but he wants you with him now.

That had to be enough, because he couldn’t have better.

He’d done this before. Played the part and things turned out okay. He just had to forget that one night when things were real. When he’d been able to be himself.

That wasn’t today. It wouldn’t be tomorrow. But right now…did that even matter?

White was hiding too. Braxton knew he was. The man probably wouldn’t look so blissed out if he’d known Pischlar knew what he was doing. But, for whatever reason, White was okay with what he could have. These women who expected nothing. A night with some pleasure.

Wanting more hurt, and Braxton didn’t want to hurt anymore.

Tonight, he didn’t have to.

Chapter 9

Life had been kicking Ryan’s ass for a while now and he needed a damn break. At least his sister was doing better, and whatever had gone down in her relationship—he didn’t get many details and wouldn’t ask, Laura was comfortable talking to him, but not about private matters between her and her Domme—seemed to have worked itself out. She was happy, back at work, and starting to turn her focus on how out of it he’d been.

As much as he loved her, he couldn’t tell her. Not when he didn’t really understand it himself. A dozen times over the past few months he’d been tempted to call Braxton, but he always talked himself out of it. Giving the kid false hope would be cruel.

The young man had pushed the boundaries the last time Ryan even considered giving him another chance.

But damn it, he’d fucked up Ryan’s ability to enjoy anyone else.

Every twink at the club that he’d once enjoyed reminded him of Braxton. Only, he kept his sessions short, made sure the eager submissives enjoyed themselves, then…ended things without claiming any satisfaction for himself. For a man who’d once had a very healthy sexual drive, his lack of interest was getting out of hand.

Just call him. Stop worrying about what he might