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understand his pressure points, had learned quickly that Damon responded to a scrape of teeth across the fat mushroom

head of his cock.

Damon jolted and he swore Tanner chuckled with his mouth stil ful of cock, and so he tugged hard on Tanner’s hair.

Tanner simply did it again, then ran his tongue along the vein on the underside of his rock-hard cock.

Jesus—there was no way out of this one. Training Tanner to behave would be harder than he’d thought, and honestly,

Damon had no desire at the moment to even try. Instead, he decided to let himself be thoroughly fucked by Tanner’s

mouth. If Joe and Hunt wanted a show, they’d get one.

Tanner was groaning around his cock now, and Damon fought the urge to fuck Tanner’s throat, hard and fast…to get

al of this over with and figure out how to stop Tanner from ever getting himself in this position again.

But the position Tanner was currently in was so damned good. Tanner was taking care of him, and that never

happened.

Being the one in control meant he would give al the care—and that usual y got him off.

This was entirely different—this was Tanner kissing and sucking his way up the length of his shaft, burying his face in

his bal s as his cool palm wrapped and stroked Damon’s length. He wished he could lie down and spread his legs and

let Tanner go to town—could picture himself spread with Tanner’s head bobbing between his legs.

God, he loved being sucked. Nothing better.

No one better than Tanner—he was sure of it.

He reached up and tugged at his own nipple under his shirt, pul ing it to a taut peak as Tanner glanced up at him, swol

en lips around Damon’s cock, cheeks hol owed from sucking…a thumb giving just the right amount o f pressure o n his

perineum to make Damon grip him more tightly by the hair.

That only made Tanner more ferocious on his assault.

Damon started as Tanner’s tongue went in and out of his piss hole, fucking it with his tongue speared, making Damon

nearly lose it. And with Joe and Hunt watching, the sweet boy turned into a man threatening to suck out al of Damon’s

control, and more easily than it should’ve been.

He heard moans and realized they were his, drumming up from the back of his throat and echoing loudly in the room

as his hips rocked against Tanner’s mouth. Tanner, who continued the sweet torture with his tongue and teeth.

And he was, for the first time in a long time, pretty damned helpless and hopeful y doing a decent job of hiding it.

One glance over a t Joe and Hunt told hi m i t didn’t matter—both me n ha d glazed eyes a nd cocks out, stroking one

another a s they watched Tanner work. Any moment now, they would leave…or begin fucking i n the doorway. I t didn’t

matter. It would be his chance to get Tanner out of here.

But first, he would come. He glanced down at Tanner again, who’d closed his eyes as he sucked and tugged and

teased, and yes, the boy was made for this. And then Tanner deep-throated him, as if he knew Damon would lose it

soon. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wal as his orgasm shot from him, with Tanner taking every

goddamned drop, his hands massaging Damon’s bal s as if milking it al from him, sucking him dry with great care. He

shivered under the touch as he massaged Tanner’s head, hands through his hair.

“Good…so good, sweet boy,” he heard himself saying as Tanner’s strong hands wrapped around his hips as he pul

ed himself up eye to eye with Damon. His face was flushed, his eyes glazed, and Damon knew that everything that had

just happened between them—the unexpected intimacy—was way too much, too soon and they were both battling

feelings they’d never expected.

Tanner leaned forward and kissed his neck as he careful y tugged Damon’s pants from where they’d fal en below his

hips, zipped them and then remained with his forehead against Damon’s shoulder.

They were both in so much damned trouble.

When the senior bouncer, Renn, came to get him from where he was holed up in Damon’s office, LC

knew immediately that there had been another attack. This would make the second in less than a week…and LC

would have to tel Damon about it soon if they didn’t stop.

Until then, he would handle them by himself. Had to.

He’d convinced himself that the first time was an unlucky fluke, a horrible incident that could’ve happened anywhere.

That man, beaten, bruised, assaulted sexual y, had refused to let LC cal the police.

His boyfriend had taken him home and LC and Renn and the others had looked around for hours, trying to find any

traces of the assailant.

They’d come up empty. “Where did it happen?” he asked Renn.

“Al ey. Same MO. Dammit, the new guy took a cigarette break and when he came back, he found the guy.” Renn

looked upset and rightly so. Whoever was doing the attacks was watching and waiting. A patient attacker. “He’s outside

with Jamie.”

L C strode through the stil -half-crowded club—it wa s last ca l a nd Renn hadn’t wanted t o rush everyone o ut a nd cal

attention to the assault.

When he got to the side door, he paused for just a second and then pushed outside, Renn on his heels.

The man sitting up against Jamie, another bouncer, had been beaten—that much was obvious. His pants had been

pul ed up—Renn told him they’d been found down around his ankles and that he’d admitted to being forcibly sodomized.

“How’re you doing?” LC asked.

“I’l be al right.” But he wouldn’t be. Not for a hel of a long time.

“Did you see who did this to you?”

The man shook his head. “It happened so fast. He found me out here and he dragged me to the corner.

Put a rag in my mouth so I couldn’t scream.”

“I’m going to cal the police.”

“No.” The man struggled to get up, despite the obvious pain. Jamie kept him in place to stop him from hurting himself.

“You need to go to the hospital to get checked out. And you need to make a statement.”

“I need to forget the entire thing happened,” the man said. “What are you worried about—I won’t sue the club.”

“I’m worried about you going home alone with a head injury,” LC pointed out.

“My roommate wil be there. You can cal him.” He rattled off the number and LC dialed and yes, the man on the other

end of the line said he’d be right down to pick his hurt friend up.

In the meantime, Jamie helped the man inside t o a more comfortable, private place and L C went into the office and

paced until the club emptied completely and the man’s roommate took him away out the back entrance.

The man never did give LC or any of the others his last name. Renn knew him as Daley, and whether or not that was a

real first name or not was anyone’s guess.

Damon must stil be at the Underground with Tanner. LC was happy for the smal miracle, because he hadn’t expected

lightning to strike twice.

“You think we should cal the police ourselves?” Renn asked him now, as they stood at the door of the office and LC

stared o ut into the club, which only held bouncers a nd bartenders i n the process o f cleaning up . “ W e sti l have an

obligation to the men who come to this club, even if that guy didn’t want to do it.”

They did. But LC couldn’t bear involving the police in this. “Let’s step up patrols along the al ey, okay?”

Renn nodded, sensing the subject was closed.

None of the employees knew the extent of what this might entail—LC would keep it that way. “We don’t tel Damon

about this,” he said forceful y, and Renn agreed and said he’d pass that along to the other men. They al knew Damon

was just starting to make the climb out of the hole he’d dug himself when Jesse died. They didn’t want to see anything

push him back down.

No, LC could handle it, the way he’d handled it al those years ago. Why the nightmare was returning now, he had no

idea.

But it was, and LC would deal with it in the best way he knew how.

Tanner wasn’t sure how long he remained pressed to Damon, but he became aware of Joe and Hunt fucking on the

bed behind him, of Damon urging him to get dressed, and he peeled himself off of Damon.

He couldn’t believe what he’d done. His mind swam, and he could barely get into hi s clothes. H e tried batting away

Damon’s helping hand at first until Damon whispered for him to cut the shit because they needed to get the hel out of the

damned club.

He relented. Thought about being tied down and scared before and that made compliance much easier.

“Back exit,” Damon explained as he folded Tanner into his truck. “I’m assuming you took a cab.”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Then I’m taking you with me.”

“Why?”

“Because Joe and Hunt know where you live. And where I live. And they’l be checking to see that I didn’t lie to them.”

The truck pul ed out of the lot in a fluid motion. Tanner wasn’t even drunk anymore.

The sex, the commands, were what had made him weak. And strangely sated.

“I’m too damned damaged for you. For anyone,” he muttered. “You should be running.”

“You real y think I’l go that easily?”

“I don’t know shit about you.”

“But I know a lot about you. What your cock looks like…the wa y your face flushes when yo u come…the sounds you

make…”

Tanner felt his cheeks flame. “I don’t want to be anyone’s chal enge.”

“You’re more than that.”

Tanner let those words sink in for a long moment as the truck flew along the near-empty highway.

“Why them? Why even give those men a chance of getting into your ass?” Damon asked final y, breaking the silence.

Because then it wouldn’t have mattered. He could’ve proven to himself that Joe and Hunt weren’t right for him, and

that he was a top. “I’m not a submissive.”

“You take command wel ,” Damon said mildly.

“On the job, not with sex.”

“Like when my cock was down your throat?”

“Damon, Christ.”

“You give an amazing blowjob,” Damon continued, unfazed. “I’d like to keep you between my legs al day. You can

spend hours just sucking me.”

“I wasn’t exactly fol owing your commands, was I? Because if I’m not mistaken, the great Dom Damon lost a bit of his

control back there.”

Damon simply smiled but Tanner took note of the way his hands clenched around the steering wheel.

There was so much more to al of this than Tanner understood. And stil , he didn’t know if he would be able to stick

around and see it al through.

Damon ushered him up the back stairs to the loft and didn’t turn on any lights as he maneuvered Tanner to the

bedroom.

The streetlights left a soft glow through the sheer blinds on the windows. The
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had been thumping when they’d entered the building, but Damon’s loft, his sanctuary, was soundproofed.

“I can go home,” Tanner was protesting, but he was already stripping. Damon pul ed the comforter down and practical

y shoved the boy into the bed, knowing he would be sleeping on the couch alone.

“Shut up and sleep. We’l talk when you wake up. You owe me that much,” Damon said roughly, ignoring how badly his

cock strained at the thought of getting into his bed with the boy and fucking him blind.

He could make Tanner want him right now—could easily make that happen, but it was too soon. The fact that Tanner

wasn’t arguing t o o fiercely about staying i n Damon’s b e d after t he spanking a n d t h e blowjob to ld D amon those

boundaries were breaking down, but not quickly enough.

Tanner fel asleep within minutes and Damon watched him for a few moments, noting how young he looked…how

there was stil so much innocence in his face despite the hel he’d been through.

He looks damned good in your bed.

He was the first one who’d been there since Jesse.

Damon final y walked away, stretched out on the leather couch, which was at least comfortable, and caught some

rack time. And when morning came a few short hours later, he got up to check on the boy and found Tanner gone. There

was no note, no sign of him being here except the smel of him on Damon’s pil ows.

You’re getting old if you couldn’t hear him sneak out.
In his heyday with Delta, the boy wouldn’t have been able to get

a pinky out of the bed without Damon knowing. And suddenly, he was tired of thinking, of old memories coming to haunt

him, and so he slid into the sheets that were stil warm and stayed in bed most of the day, getting caught in endless loops

of dreams in which Tanner was splayed for his pleasure, with Damon’s tongue up his…

“…going to get off your ass today?”

LC’s voice carried over from the kitchen to the bedroom, and fuck it al , Damon needed to deadbolt the damned door

to keep the man out. Damon shot him the finger but reluctantly rol ed out of bed and into the bathroom.

“So, did you rescue him?” LC cal ed, because he was like a dog with a bone, and he wouldn’t be deterred until he

had the entire story.

Damon grunted his reply as he took a piss. “I saved him. Brought him home to sleep it al off and now he’s gone. End

of story.”

After he washed his hands and yanked on shorts, he came into the kitchen to find LC shaking his head, like Damon

was hopeless. “You didn’t try to stop him?”

“No. I didn’t even hear him leave. Quiet little fucker.” He heard the hoarseness in his own voice as he sat back on the

couch and ran his hands through his hair, feeling beat up as hel . He hadn’t been prepared for the swel of emotion that

nearly toppled him.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” LC told him. “I didn’t want this to fuck you up more.”