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Gabe and Felix have been gone for a hot minute, so I look to see how they’re doing, and the air leaves my body in one fell swoop.

They’re both leaning over the bar, Felix chatting with Angelique while Gabe listens.

But Gabe’s camo pants have fallen a bit, revealing the top of his ass.

Is he wearing a jockstrap?

His black shirt is cropped, a new look for him, and it rides up his back, giving me the most mouth-watering view I’ve ever seen.

Not to mention he’s wearing a camo baseball cap and, for whatever reason, it makes the look all the more sexy.

Torren clears his throat, and I have to literally shake my head to get the filthy thoughts out of my brain and focus. “That’s quite a view up there, isn’t it?” he asks.

“I didn’t even know he owned a freaking jockstrap,” I exclaim. “He doesn’t play sports.”

Torren leans back and guffaws. “Well, I recognize the jockstrap. It’s Felix’s, meaning Gabe asked to borrow a pair of underwear for the occasion.”

You could hang a coat on my dick right now.

Gabe’s looking at Felix, listening to whatever he’s talking about, but then he looks over his shoulder and glances at me.

And the look on his face when our eyes meet…

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Daddy Kay,” I say to Torren. “I have a confession. My intentions with your daughter are very impure, and I’m gonna lose it if I don’t drag that ass downstairs.”

Torren almost does a spit take. He cackles, holding his gut while laughing. “Just don’t get her pregnant,” he finally says once his laughter dies down.

“I can’t keep that promise, sir.” Gabe’s still looking at me with a wicked grin on his face.

“Torren, in all seriousness, I have to go smash my best friend downstairs, or I might spontaneously combust. I hope you’ll excuse me.”

Torren waves me off. “Have fun—just take care of him,” he adds.

Oh…I’ll take care of him, alright.

As I walk over, our eyes lock, and Gabe licks his lips.

Chapter 27

Gabe

The way Jason approaches has me aching. He strides toward me, chest out and eyes hungry, with a smirk that makes me want to slide these pants down to my ankles.

When he’s right behind me, he whispers into my ear, “Did my butt-bro dress to impress tonight?”

I play coy just to tease him. “I don’t know what you mean.”

His hand slides down the back of my pants. “You know what I’m talking about,” he purrs before sliding a finger in my crease and massaging my hole.

My breath hitches, and I lean back against his strong chest.

“So, what’s the special occasion?” he asks.

“I knew stiff competition would be slinking around here tonight—had to make sure I didn’t get outshone by the BDSM sex workers.”

Jason glances left and right, then presses against me. He slides down my pants a little more, then releases his hard cock and presses it against my crease.