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My vision turned black. All through it, he never stopped thrusting. And the most fucked-up part was my heart beat fast not just in fear but in twisted excitement.

Fuck, I was still coming.

Then I died.

12

GUNNER

I lied to both today. Said I was working late. I spent the night walking alone, torn. Something's gotta give.

Icame inside Ben as his body went slack from me cutting off his air. The one thing that would have made this perfect was if I’d come directly inside his ass, but as despicable as I was, I couldn’t stealth him that way. Even I knew that was going too far, so I made do with finishing in the condom while wishing his hole clenched around me without any barriers.

I’d never cared for bareback before. Never even fucked Mason without a condom once. I was too much of a man whore for that, so I’d never entertained the idea.

Until now.

Ben stirred with a moan. He rolled over onto his back and cupped his neck. My fingerprints would still be there tomorrow. I quirked my lips in a smug smile.

“Did you just choke me out?” he gasped.

“Maybe.”

“Gunner, you son of a bitch.” He sprang away from me, almost falling off the bed in his haste to get away from me. “That’s the last time I trust you.”

“What? You didn’t enjoy it?” I stretched out on the bed, tucked a pillow behind my head, and watched him lazily.

“You choked me out while you were…”

“Coming inside you. Next time I’ll record it so you can watch it after.”

He sucked in a deep breath. “There won’t be a next time, you bastard! It’s bad enough I—” He shook his head, muttered something under his breath, and stalked off to the bathroom.

“At least you’re not walking funny!” I shouted after him. “Oh, never mind.”

The bathroom door slammed, and I chuckled. He was too easily riled up, and I got a kick out of it. He made me laugh more than anyone had in a long time. When I was with him, I wasn’t thinking about my failure as a club leader.

You didn’t even think once about Mason while fucking him.

Not entirely true. In one moment of weakness, I’d whispered words to Witter that, if he’d heard, would have made him suspicious. But why had the thought crossed my mind? I didn’t care who Witter fucked. What bothered me was Mason and what he’d been thinking when he was alive. Had Witter meant so much to him he’d fucked me over for the other man?

I got out of bed, used a corner of the sheet to scrub the cum from my skin, and dressed. When I was sitting on the edge of the bed, putting on my boots, Witter walked out of the bathroom. He looked more composed than when he’d run off to the bathroom to wash off the reminder of our sex. His sore ass would serve as a reminder, though. I was certain of it.

“Bathroom’s free,” he said.

“Don’t need it.”

“You do. You reek of sex.”

I grabbed my shirt and buried my nose in it. “Smells fine to me.”

“Not the clothes. Your skin. You shower after sex. Everyone knows that.”

“And what happens when you fuck somewhere there’s no shower?”

“Like?”

“In the back of that truck of yours. The bathroom stall of a restaurant. Don’t tell me you’ve only been fucked on a bed, Witter. Had I known, I would have waited and made our first time special.”