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“Did you know that your boyfriend gave me a blowjob?” Kent said to me instead of hello or kiss my ass or anything else.

And it wasn’t that I couldn’t handle people saying crass, lewd, crude, or obnoxious things to me, it was more that he said it to purposely embarrass me and make Landry feel cheap. I was instantly furious, and I had that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Kent smirked at me. “And he wasn’t even that good.”

“Oh yeah?” Robbie scoffed. “When was this, stud?”

“I dunno, like, what, a month ago at that party at Drake’s.”

The same infamous party where I had seen my boyfriend on his knees as well.

“Oh.” Robbie laughed, slapping Kent’s face gently. “That’s where you were.” He looked at Landry. “I knew you were in the back givin’ head.”

I grabbed Landry’s arm and walked him away, through the lounge, and out onto the patio of the club. There were tiki torches everywhere and those portable heaters, because it was October in Detroit and it was cold outside. I didn’t stop until I got to a dark corner. I pushed him up against the wall and stood in front of him. He wouldn’t meet my gaze, so I tipped his head up with my fingers under his chin. I was surprised at how wary he looked, his fox eyes, wild and bright and angry, staring at me.

“Look,” he started defensively. “If you’re pissed that—”

“Shut up,” I cut him off, and those eyes of his got huge. “I don’t give a shit what you did before I took you home.” My voice was low, and there was a chill to it that I didn’t want him to think was directed in any way at him. “It has nothing to do with me.”

He nodded slowly.

“All right?”

His eyes searched my face. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“You sound like maybe you’re not.” His voice was cautious and hopeful at the same time.

“Because I’m so fuckin’ pissed at Kent that—” I couldn’t even think straight. “—that I just wanna walk back in there and break his fuckin’ face!”

“You promise you don’t care?” he asked me, and I could hear the catch in his breath, the crack in his voice that let me know he was terrified.

“Yes, baby.” I took a deep breath, trying to make my voice soft as I put my hands on his face and looked into the dark blue-green eyes. “Never doubt it.”

“’Cause it’s gonna keep happening.” His voice rose, getting more guarded and more defensive with each syllable he uttered. “I mean, I’ve slept with so many guys that there’s no way that we won’t keep running into—”

I pinned him to the wall when I leaned in and kissed him. It was one of those moments where I just knew I could lose him right there if I screwed up. There was no recovering if he felt for even a second that I thought he was trash. He had to know that to me, he was everything I could have ever hoped for.

His hands were like claws on my zippered roll-neck sweater, he was holding on so tight.

My body pressed to his, my knee wedged between his thighs, I broke the kiss and bent to the side of his neck at the same time my hand went up under the skintight silk shirt he was wearing to the button of the low-rise jeans. I didn’t work it open, just ran my fingers over his flat, smooth stomach, teasing, letting him anticipate what I wanted.

He shuddered against me. “Trevan, please,” he moaned.

I leaned back and looked into his eyes, which were swimming with tears. “You’re mine,” I told him, kissing each of his eyes before I looked at him. “No one gets you anymore; no one touches you anymore. Right?”

He nodded, and I felt his heated breath fan over my face. “Put me up against this wall.”

“No.” I shook my head. “No one sees you but me. No one hears you but me. All of you, your skin, your smell, your cum, all of it is mine, and especially your voice when you scream my name.”

He looked indignant all of a sudden, and I almost broke down right there. If the man was annoyed, he was good. “I don’t scream.”

I just stared at him. “You’re kidding.”

“I don’t.”

“Oh, okay.”