Page 37 of King's Barber
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He rolled his eyes. “You shouldn’t have a stash in the first place. You don’t have a liquor license, and if you were caught—”
“I’m not selling the fucking stuff. Are you going to rat on me to Henry?” I teased, and the amused smile I got in response made my dick twitch. Even in agony my dick didn’t disappoint. I wanted Quain.
“No, Luke. I’m not. I happen to like having you here.”
I touched his wrist and pulled his hand around, laying a kiss on his palm. “I like you, too, Quain.”
He huffed. “I didn’t say I likeyou.”
I laughed harder, at least until I winced in pain.
Someone was going to die for this.
