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will leave you feeling used and not care that you enjoy yourself. I’ll make sure you do.”
“I’m not sure what I’m looking for.”
Ryan’s lips curved. He leaned in close and whispered in Braxton’s ear. “If you come with me, I’ll let you suck my dick, then I’ll fuck you so you know how you like it. You’ll be hard to please after I’m done with you, but that’s a good thing. You deserve someone willing to leave you begging for more.”
“Fuck…”
“Yeah…imagine that. Tell me I can touch you. I want to give you a taste of what I want to do to you.” Ryan’s lips brushed his throat. He licked Braxton’s neck when he nodded, reaching down and placing a hand on his knee. “You’ve been playing a part and it’s left you so fucking needy.” His hand moved up Braxton’s thigh, making his dick swell. “I won’t be done with you after fucking you once. I’ll give you a bit of time to recover, then I’ll take you again. And again. You’ll wake up in the morning too sore for me to do more than tell you how fucking hard you made me come. And maybe then I’ll get you off one last time before I let you go, because I’m mean that way.”
“I want that.” And he did. Holy fuck, he wasn’t sure he’d ever wanted anything more. “I’m scared to ask what you’d do to me if you were being nice.”
Ryan’s tongue flicked over Braxton’s ear. “If I was being nice, I’d walk away now. But I won’t. Because what fun would that be? You’re already mine.”
He really was. He couldn’t think of anything but Ryan’s words. His every nerve was fixated on Ryan’s touch. All he cared about was finding the strength to stand so he could follow Ryan out of there.
From the corner of his eye, he spotted Terry, arms folded over his chest, shaking his head. The man didn’t think he could make his own decisions. He thought he needed to protect Braxton. Just like everyone on the team.
Just like Hunt.
But they were smothering him. And he wanted this.
Even if only for tonight.
I can have tonight, right?
Slipping out of his stool, he met Ryan’s level gaze.
“Let’s go.”
Chapter 2
What the hell are you thinking, Hamilton?
After finishing his drink, Ryan Hamilton nodded to the young man at his side and started toward the exit, schooling his features to hide the doubt echoing in his skull. This wasn’t how he’d planned the night to go. He usually sought out experienced partners, sometimes even men he’d enjoyed a night with before, men whose only interest was a good time. Men like him.
Braxton was a wildcard, one Ryan usually wouldn’t play with, but he couldn’t ignore the draw of him when he’d seen him walk across the club. Eyes wide, both eager and a little afraid, seeming shy one moment, then bold the next.
Ryan wasn’t the only one who’d noticed the boy, which was what got him moving. Before he’d reached the seating around the stage he’d been cut off by a man he’d fooled around with once, Michel Schauer. Half blocking Ryan’s path, Michel turned to face him, a smirk on his lips.
“You can’t be serious. You want him?” Michel laughed and leaned close to Ryan, speaking low, but loud enough to be heard over the music. “I thought you weren’t looking for a pet? Just a toy to play with for the night now and then. That was your excuse the last time I offered, anyway.”
Ryan’s jaw tensed as he looked over the slender man with the spiky platinum hair and big brown eyes. Extremely attractive, but him being sexy didn’t erase the fact that he was a toxic bastard.
Michel claimed to be a submissive—they’d met at a different club and done a fairly light scene. But the man was selfish and manipulative. He spoke down to those he considered beneath him, pulled attitude with anyone in authority, then turned on the charm in the blink of an eye to get his own way.
By the end of the night Ryan’s skin crawled just being near Michel, but he’d finished the scene—an intense flogging since Michel was a regular at the club and had a few Doms he’d scened with in the past as reference—and provided aftercare. He’d wanted to end things there, but Michel somehow guilted him into taking him home.
They’d had lackluster sex and then Michel left. But not before shooting Ryan the same smirk he