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"I can't, not if…" I had to choose my words carefully. I didn't want to put on him that I wouldn't be with anyone else. I didn't want him carrying that guilt. "I can’t…not if either one of us is sleeping with anyone else without them,” my voice broke as I said it.

I hoped he didn't make me explain more in-depth. I didn't think I'd be able to without giving myself away.

"I won't be doing this with anyone else. This is just for us.” He traced his fingers over my bare cock.

"Then you own those choices, too. Bare or not. You. Own. Me." Saying the words infused such power in me, giving that to him. Letting him take me when he wanted.

He grabbed my wrist pulling it from my where my fingers curled around my dick. "And I could ask for anything?"

"Yes." My cock throbbed with each word. “I thought you already knew that. It’s your birthday.”

"Like if I told you to be waiting for me on your knees after our meetings tomorrow?”

"You own me." Power came with my words.

They earned a response in him every time I said them.

He groaned, putting my hand on his cock. “I own you.”

Twenty-Two

River Wade

“Where did your boyfriend go?” Iris asked as he walked out of the other bedroom, hair in his face, still in his clothes from the night before.

“Today was the only day his editor could meet and go over what he’s written.” I didn’t like what I saw, but what could I say? “When did you get back?”

“Little after sunrise. Don’t know what time it was.” Iris slid a cigarette between his lips.

“Do I want to know?”

“I had a good night, Dad, thank you for asking.”

“Did you use protection, son?” I replied, giving it right back.

“Of course. I’m the one who gave you condoms.” He shot me a look as he picked over the room service Emory and I had ordered.

“We don’t need them anymore.” I couldn’t help the humblebrag.

“So the talk went well?” Iris turned towards me sticking the cig behind his ear to munch on a piece of bacon.

“No…”

“I’m gonna need more than that.”

I rested my elbows on my forearms and exhaled. “I’m not sure what happened, if I’m completely honest. It felt like five steps forwards and forty back.”

He cringed. “You’re the most level-headed person in the band. How are you fucking it up this bad? Shit, if any of this is an indicator of how the rest of us will do…”

“Thanks, man.” I put my face in my hands.

“Are you going to explain or should I guess?”

I met his eyes. “How are you going to guess?”

“You chickened out and let him run the show even though you have strong feelings. You’re the more dominant one in the relationship.”

“I didn’t chicken out.” It was shocking how accurate his assessment was.

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