Page 39 of More than Need

And Dawson could see his little smirk. “It’s always thinking.” Or more accurately, “always on.” He didn’t do a lot of thinking. If he did, he wouldn’t be here in the first place.

“I have noticed that. Don’t worry, you were better than good.”

“That’s—good.” Dawson cleared his throat. It had been a little while since he’d had sex himself. Not that the mechanics had changed. And Riley and Gideon had made it more than easy to get lost in it and not worry about whether he’d been doing it right or not.

Riley made an appearance, looking like he’d quite literally rolled out of bed. He wore his pants, no socks.

“Coffee?” Gideon asked, nodding at the kettle.

“Thank you.” Riley eyed Dawson’s outfit. “Explains why I couldn’t find my shirt.”

“You want it back?” Dawson asked, straightening to shrug it off.

“No.” Riley’s gaze was like a physical touch as he blatantly checked out Dawson, all the way down his legs and up again. “It looks better on you.”

“Someone call the press: Riley Sinclair justcomplimentedme.”

“You’ll never get me to admit it on paper.”

Dawson’s phone rang where he’d left it on the counter the night before, and he scooped it up, checking the name. Shit. “It’s Sadie,” he said, frowning. He apologised silently and sent herto voicemail. “She’ll be wondering why I didn’t come home last night.”

Riley stiffened. He turned away, rinsing his mug. Convenient excuse to ignore him, Dawson thought. He couldn’t just pretend that the connection wasn’t there. He’d known it last nightbeforehe’d fucked Dawson, and it certainly hadn’t changed in the last twelve hours.

“Why would she wonder that?” Gideon asked.

“Did you tell her you were here with us?” Riley asked, hands braced on the sink, still not turning around despite having finished with his mug.

“Afraid I might have?” Dawson had gone straight past mad to furious in point two seconds. “That she might know that I had her brother’s dick in my mouth yesterday? That I had his dick in my ass last night?”

Riley’s knuckles went white. “She’s not—”

“She’s my best friend andyoursister, whether you like it or not.”

Riley finally turned, and Dawson immediately wished he hadn’t. Those eyes were fuckingglacial.

“Is that the reason you came here in the first place? Butter me up, get a little pillow talk in? Then try to convince me that I need to give your friend a chance? Do you think you have a magic dick that will make me change my mind?”

“Are you serious?” Dawson said. There hadn’t been any pillow talk; they’d all passed out pretty much instantly, and what even the fuckwaspillow talk? “I went to the station the first time because of Sadie. The second time I went to apologise, whichyousuck at, by the way. And I came this time because Gideon asked me to. I know you’re looking for an ulterior motive, but there isn’t one. I didn’t have sex with you because of Sadie. That’s fucked up.”

Sadie had been the last thing on his mind from the moment they’d propositioned him. He didn’t need to make his poor decision worse by making it weird.

“No more than your motives thus far.”

Dawson drained his coffee and tried to smile as he straightened. Unsuccessfully. He’d had sex with this asshole, and he knew he would again if the opportunity came up, and what kind of person did that make him? He’d never been led by his dick before, not like this.

“You are an extremely unpleasant person.” He yanked off Riley’s shirt and dropped it over a dining chair. “Stupid fucking hot, unbelievably sexy, with one hell of a dirty mouth, and I kind of still want to suck your dick. But fucking hell, your personality sucks. Thanks for the coffee and the fuck,” Dawson said bluntly. “I’m gonna head off. Let’s not do this again.”

He couldn’t storm out and do the cool door-slamming thing because all he had on were briefs—that weren’t even his—and he needed to find his clothes. Were they still wet in the washing machine? What the fuck would he wear?

“Clothes are in the dryer,” Gideon said quietly.

“Thank you.”

He easily sifted through the clothes to find his own and tugged them on with angry, jerky motions. His shoes were in the living room, and since he had never grown out of the bad habit of not untying his laces, he easily shoved his feet into them so he could make a quick-ish getaway. He made sure he had his keys, wallet, and his phone on him and headed for the door, not glancing in their direction. Didn’t need to add to his embarrassment or his anger.

Riley slammed a hand down on the door before Dawson could open it. Dawson didn’t move, closing his eyes as Riley crowded him from behind. An involuntary exhale left him, shuddering atthe man’s nearness. Why did he affect Dawson so much, when everything about him should have turned him off?

“I’m sorry,” Riley said softly, breath tickling the back of Dawson’s neck. “That wasn’t right for me to say.” He kissed the same spot, soft lips caressing his skin. A hot flush ran through Dawson, raising his temperature.

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