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No tick tock… tick fucking tock. No drip… fucked-up drop.

The hard pelt of Jack’s heart under Gray’s touch was all he felt, only—

Thud… thud-thud.

A hand resting against Jack’s chest, Gray shivered.

Damn strange how Jack always managed to make even the fast lane lose itself to his heartbeat.

“Hmm.” Gray breathed deeply, dipping his head briefly as that constant thud… thud-thud matched the stroke on his cock.

Jack seemed to stay lost in the high for so long, and Gray leaned in, licking at the blood to his thigh, tasting the salt, the blood, then sharing the high in his kiss with Jack.

This… this quiet was what it was all about. Just him… Jack… no one else visible in the backdrop of brutal heat, just…

Thud… thud-thud.

Everything around Jack started to slip into such a deep sedation, where he only wanted everything taken out of his body so he could fall. The first few minutes after enjoying his level of pain were probably the most sobering as it hit home just what he’d allowed his body to go through, but for these few brief moments, he didn’t look as though he cared. He didn’t hurt, and even the colours around him pulsated into nothing, sending out a Morse code over needing to sleep, or find the bliss of it, and cancelling hiscome fuck mecard to any other psychopath.

Now Jack was safe.

Now Gray could find his own peace in the privacy of fucking him.

Of owning him.

It left Jack bound and spread wide on the bed, his body crying out exhaustion, his ass hurting as Gray settled on him, the threat of his cock playing against Jack’s inner thigh.

“Yeah,” he said so quietly to Jack, kissing at his neck. “Fucking stunning.”

Gray lost himself to the kisses that turned so much darker, and he felt his whole world collide into this moment.

Jack mumbled something, but he was too lost in exhaustion, and the safety found pushed Gray’s need for release as he dipped his hips into Jack’s, playing hard cock against soft, playing total submission against this final, darker need of dominance.

Either he’d find that peace in Jack as Jack lay wasted, or he’d walk away frustrated, unable to obliterate the dirty feel of his own… routines.

But this… this was who they were.

Fighting peace with coming… frustration in not, because he didn’t want to lose this with Jack… Gray shivered. He didn’t know which his body chased, didn’t want this to be over. Jack was Gray’s here, and here, in the privacy of this moment, Gray would always be his.

So all that was left to play and fight against himself until 7 p.m. came around.

Chapter 12

6:00 P.M.

Jan pulled onto the courtyard and let his Jag rest before getting out. Jack’s Merc cuddled up close to his, and he snorted a smile as he pocketed his keys and headed on into the reception hall. Gray had called just after Jack to let Jan know he was taking a few hours off. From Gray’s voice, Gray needed time alone with Jack, but it was the kind of alone time Jan somehow knew he wouldn’t be comfortable with, which meant sex outside of BDSM safety guidelines. He knew that because Gray usually played on Jan’s own voyeuristic nature and invited him to watch… get involved with them when he was ready when it came to BDSM play, but this time, Gray needed… alone time with Jack.

There was concern there for both Jack and Gray, but Jan trusted Gray, he more than trusted Jack, and if they both walked willingly into it, then he gave them their space. They had their kinks and cut-off points, but Jan had his too.

Jan bit back a yawn, then a cough. Christ, he was tired. Tired and hungry. Tired, hungry, and in need of a decent coffee, where numbers got lost in its scent. He hadn’t realised just how many departments the MC dealt with when it came to accounts: MOD, police, army… all the private businesses, and it didn’t seem to matter how much his department handled during the day, work always stayed grinning likesee you again real soonbouncers each time they clocked off. But they had a good team, and Jan had been thrown into the thick of it. At first he thought it was backlash from Brennan over everything that had seen Gray blacklisted from the MC, but as he’d gotten to know everyone, they all worked with the same hectic workload he did. And he made kind ofbrothers in armsfriends through it. Two of his colleagues, Sondre and Joe, were fully trained Doms in the MC, and Jan had spent many a coffee break huddled in the cafeteria with them and Leif, asking if they got much ribbing for being Doms and working the passion-killer department. Jan swore they knew Jack, because they ribbed him back just as much, bringing out learning cards on basic BDSM terms, just in case Jan needed help with… living with Jack and Gray.

It cracked Jan up, but unfortunately left Monique, a new accountant who had come on board after Jan, nudging into Jan and wanting to look at the cards. As they worked alongside on a few cases, they naturally took dinner together most times, with Jan carpooling and picking her up for work. She had her nose in the books as much as Jan and didn’t seem to know what went on beyond the MC’s closed doors. From her blush, it was good to find a kindred soul over just being… curious about BDSM terms, and how she seemed happy to keep things… vanilla with her girlfriend.

The towel on the banister caught his eye, and he took it as a sign and picked it up as he headed up into the east wing of the manor. Staff had been given the afternoon off, and Jan swiped at his lip, not really comfortable with just how quiet everything else was as he made his way into Gray’s bedroom.

He came to a stop as the bed came into view.

Truethe bed’s all minestate, Jack lay facedown, the covers looking just as tired with the effort of keeping him still and covered as they escaped onto the floor. Fine cane marks drew thin bloodied lines across his back, ass, upper thighs, and soles of his feet, most framed by welts from a belt that reddened most of his body. Scratch marks brutalized the tanned skin in the mix, and a bruise circled one visible wrist, showing he’d been held down. Bites made a vicious pattern over his shoulder blades, and as Jan went over and shifted his hair, they haunted his neck too, along with smaller nicks off a knife. He didn’t move under Jan’s touch, and Jan cocked a look at Gray.

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