Page 137 of Fool Me Twice

“I’ve always had an attitude,” Hart said, running his fingers over Cane’s chest and tapping over where the newest piercing was. A little bar through Cane’s left nipple. “And you like it.”

“Busted,” Cane said, walking Hart backward until his back hit the lockers. He crowded him up against the cool metal and got very close to his face.

Hart was so weak when it came to Cane. So malleable and agreeable. It was frustrating sometimes, but also so satisfying. So right.

“You know,” Cane said, nosing at the base of Hart’s throat. “There’s still about a half hour until the first fight.”

“Mhm.” Hart tilted his head back to allow him more space.

“The fighters won’t be coming back in here. Not when there’s a chance of ‘motivational speech, the sequel’ happening.”

“You said they liked it,” Hart said, lifting his hands up to run them over Cane’s freshly shaved scalp, finding the line where the shaved part met the longer, swept-back hair on top.

“I lied, sweetheart,” Cane said, sucking a bruise into Hart’s neck.

“Rude.”

Cane chuckled against his skin. “Maybe. I like them, though.”

“Yeah?”

Cane nodded, bending his knees and scooping Hart up by his thighs until he was held up against the lockers, legs tight around Cane’s hips.

“So much,” Cane said, grinding into him and making him see stars. He was rock hard against Hart, rowdy and ready to go in the blink of an eye.

“Fuck.” Hart threw his head back, digging his nails into Cane’s shoulders. “Someone will see.”

“It’s against the rules.”

Hart sobered up enough to look at him. “What rules?”

“I used your fancy printer the last time I spent the night at your place,” he said, hips still working against Hart’s, making it hard to focus, but…what was Cane even saying?

“You used my printer to do what?” Hart asked around a soft moan that slipped from his lips.

“To make some rules of my own,” Cane said with a feral smile. “I stuck them around in a few places so people know how to behave.”

“What are the rules?”

“Don’t worry about that. Just let me have you.”

“Not until you tell me what the rules are, Cane,” Hart said. “You can’t make decisions like these unilaterally. We have to talk about the new rules so we can agree on them. Does Ares know? The twins? Are they all on board?”

“Oh, they all know. And they all more than agree. In fact, they insisted.”

“But what are the rules?” Hart asked again, pushing against Cane’s shoulders now and wiggling to be put down.

This was unheard of. Hart was the rule maker. New rules had to be approved. He hadn’t approved anything. He hadn’t even known there was something to approve.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Cane reached for him again, but Hart shook his head.

“No,” he said. “I want to know now.”

“Fine. There’s a copy stuck on the locker room door if you’re so bent out of shape over it.”

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