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Penny

Sounds like that might be inevitable

CJ

Keeping it from him won’t protect the relationship

But it could ruin yours

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“I

can’t believe I fell asleep last night,” Mason said, scooting into the rounded booth until he was right next to Vinnie.

The thing could probably seat eight people. Well, six if half of them were bikers. But after going to sleep last night by himself and then waking just in time for Vinnie to stroll into the shower like he hadn’t stayed out all night, he was feeling a little needy.

Vinnie rolled his eyes. “Were you going to stay awake all night?”

“Well, no,” Mason admitted. “But I wasn’t expecting you to stay the night with Tomas. Did you guys have sex?”

He wanted to hear every little detail. Both of their phones vibrated on the table next to their food. Mason ignored his, but Vinnie picked his up and shook his head.

“Was that headshake to me or to your phone?” Mason asked, spearing a piece of fruit.

“To my phone. Well, I guess technically to both of you,” Vinnie said, typing in a reply.

Mason’s phone went off again and then again. He chuckled. “Is that Ollie in the Sub Club thread?”

“Of course it is,” Vinnie said with a sigh, setting his own phone aside. “He wants to plan a night out without any Doms or daddies.”

“Six will love that.”

“That’s what I said, and he told me to shut up.”

“So mature.”

“We didn’t have sex.”

Mason jolted at the abrupt change in subject, then leaned in close, eyebrows raised. “There’s a but in there. I can feel it. I can freaking taste it.”

Vinnie put a hand on his face and shoved him back out of his personal space. “Did you seriously just say you could taste butt?”

Somebody snorted at the booth behind them, and they both whirled around and found Knuckles sitting there, staring back with wide eyes. His dark hair looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, but he was still attractive as all get-out.

“Sorry,” Knuckles said, grimacing. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”

“It’s okay,” Mason said. “It’s not like this isn’t a public space.”

“Exactly. It’s Mason’s fault for forgetting that.”

Mase stuck his tongue out at him. It was possible he and Ollie were spending too much time together.

“True,” Knuckles acknowledged as he started to scoot out of his booth. “But I’ll still move a couple down, give you some privacy.”

Vinnie waved a hand at him. “Don’t be ridiculous. Join us.”

Knuckles stood at the end of their booth, his eyebrows scrunched together. His blue eyes were breathtakingly clear and gorgeous, even if he did look like he’d slept in his clothes. He was holding a plate with three large waffles stacked on it and probably at least half a dozen pieces of bacon. Mason glanced athis hands, reading the tattoos across his fingers that had given him his club moniker.

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