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“You still thinking about it? About him?” I asked Xavi but watched Devon. Rugged, laughing, poor, wearing hand-me-downs and mismatched slides. Actually, I was pretty sure the t-shirt he wore used to be Xavi’s from one of those t-shirt cannons at a concert, but the more I looked at it, the more I thought I was the one who used to own it.

“Maybe. I don’t know. Don’t push me.” Xavi smacked me on the side of the head. “He ain’t gonna disappear. Do I get none of your attention?”

“You don’t look as good as him,” I laughed.

“He’s wearing my shirt.”

“I think it was my shirt.”

“It was,” Xavi laughed. “From that shitty rock concert with no known bands you snuck into when you were like twenty.”

Knew it.

“How was the first post-prison fuck?”

“Hasn’t happened yet.”

“What?” Xavi laughed. “You two were always so hot and heavy. Something change?”

No. Nothing changed. I wanted him just as much as I always had, but… “It’s like the first time all over again. I think we’re both nervous or some shit. I just…”

“Don’t want him to think the sex is all you missed,” Xavi filled in for me.

I looked at him. “You some wise bitch now?”

“Yep.” He pointed a pinky and sipped his beer. “Which is why you’re coming to the flea market with me on Saturday.”

I didn’t have a home or a closet to buy things for, but whatever. If he wanted to go to the flea market, I’d go just to spend time with him.

“Alright, go get him instead of eye-fucking him from across the lawn. You’re making us all uncomfortable.” He nudged me.

Yeah, probably didn’t have to tell me that twice. I liked the party and felt grateful for it, but I’d had enough. “Thanks for everything, Xav.” I pulled him in for a hug. “Love you.”

“Love ya, brother.” He smacked my back. “Glad to have you back.”

I walked up to Devon, my intention apparently clear on my face. “Don’t give me that look, Madd,” he warned. “I haven’t seen that look in four months, and I have no stamina anymore.”

I apologized to the group around him by offering a stilted smile. Steering him away, I wrapped my arm around his neck and whispered, “Then let’s come in ten seconds and then finally get to the real fucking.”

“This party is for you,” he reminded me.

“I showed up. I talked. I ate a bit. Now I’m done. I want you.”

He met my eyes, and just like that, an old flame of challenge and competitiveness sparked between us.

Fucking finally.

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-Devon-

Twocompletelydifferentfeelingsconsumed me—pleasure as I orgasmed, and embarrassment that I hadn’t even taken my boxers off yet.

Cum leaked through the black material of the last clean pair of boxers I had, but the sight of it did anything but make me regret it. I tried to stop it by clenching my muscles and getting my mind off the sexiness of the scenario by staring at the kitchen around us, but it’d been too late. I was touched by the man I love for the first time in months, and my body reacted. Hard.

“Fuck,” I groaned through the tremors. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

Maddox grinned, but his hand didn’t stop massaging my throbbing cock through the material, spreading my cum around. If I had to guess, I’d say he was pretty damn smug that he’d basically caused me to prematurely ejaculate in my damn underwear.

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