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Nolan’s rocking slightly faltering is the only prelude to him coming undone.

Kicks of his dick are pursued by pulsations of his tense muscles that are not only ruthless but unwavering. The constant choking of my cock causes me to release white-hot ropes at depths I only imagined reaching. Unfortunately for me, the delicious delivery is swiftly interrupted to drag me onto my knees by a fistful of hair where I’m hardly able to get oxygen into my lungs before I’m smashed face first into Rabbit’s cum fill pussy.

“Her first,” demands Sir at the same time I slide my tongue into the space his shaft just occupied. “Me next.”

Chapter 14

Nolan

I love spending time with The Kid and Rabbit.

But I also love making money with minimal effort.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me!” shouts Stefan Samson, the young, dirty-blond, hotheaded hockey player, that has me tempted to switch from watching the NFL to the NHL based on his intensity alone. “How the fuck did you winagain?!”

“I warned you, Sams,” Garcia smugly chortles behind his glass of tequila. “Acerarelyloses.”

“He brought him here for all of you to feelhispain,” Matteo Fiorenzo – orZeroas he’s known to most of us – cheekily states. “Afterall, you don’t mind sharing, do you, Garcia?”

The insinuated comment causes my best friend to indifferently shrug. “Not with the right people.”

See.

This.

Thisis the shit I wish The Kid could see.

ThisiswhoI wish he could see Garcia around.

Cause whether or not he’d ever fucking admit it…Garcia looks at Zero the way I look at The Kid.

And Zero?

He looks at Garcia the way The Kid looks at me.

Garcia loves to spew about me not being his type – which I’m fucking not – but there’s more to it than that, even if this asshole won’t admit it.

I won’t push though.

It’s not my fuck to give.

At least not yet.

“Normally, I don’t offer up pharmaceutical assistance for this type of pain,”Dr. Hans Ueno, a concierge doctor acquaintance of Garcia that also happens to be in town for a couple of days, lightly laughs, “however, this shit may require an exception.”

I cockily lean back in my poker chair in Garcia’s luxury game room and wordlessly lift my beer to my lips.

Eh.

Fuck ‘em.

They’ve all got a shit ton of cash to spare.

Even fucking Zero.

He may be young, but he’s not dumb or broke.

Hacking is profitable.

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