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“It’s the everyday stuff that most of us have challenges with. I’m giving you an option I hope you take one day. Good night, Gunner.”

He got into his truck. Damn, he knew who I was after all. As he drove by me, his window rolled down. “Don’t worry. We value each other’s privacy and need to stay anonymous. Call me.”

Slipping the card into the pocket of my pants, I got into my stolen car and drove away. I needed to pick up my motorcycle before ditching the car, but I had one more task to perform tonight.

The silence between us had gone on for way too long.

18

BEN

I love taking Ben to bed. He's wild and so responsive, but only Gunner makes me feel safe enough to bottom.

“Thank you, Ben. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

I smiled at Asher, albeit not too comfortably. He was dressed in a thin robe that made it possible to see through the material when the light hit it from the right angle. He wasn’t wearing anything under the robe, and I’d accidentally seen his genitals earlier. Though he wasn’t my type, I had noticed that for a little guy, he was packing.

Had I misjudged him, and he actually topped?

What the hell am I thinking? A big dick doesn’t make a top.

Although there’s one big dick that definitely made that top.

Gotta stop thinking about Gunner.

“No problem.” I kept my head high so I wouldn’t look below his shoulders. He’d watched Zeus for the days I’d been out of town, so I couldn’t have ignored him when he’d asked me forhelp. “What I did was just a temporary fix, though. You should get a plumber ASAP to take a look at that pipe.”

Feeling restless after I got home, I’d sat in front of the television for an hour before I turned it off and went for a run. Taking the path at night was much different, with less traffic and fewer people. Zeus had been happy to trod along beside me. We’d just entered our yard when Asher had come out and asked me to help with a gushing pipe in his bathroom.

“I will,” Asher said. “Though you could stay for a nightcap.”

With him wearing that robe?

“I really should hit the shower myself.” I sniffed my pit. “Just went for a run with Zeus. Speaking of the devil…” I crouched and patted my thighs. “Come on, Zeus. It’s getting late. You’ll see Asher in the morning.”

“What the hell.” Asher tugged on the belt at the front of his robe, and the material fell open, baring his body before me. “I’m just gonna come out and say it. Will you stay the night and pound me like a jackhammer breaking through concrete?”

“Shit, Asher.” I caught Zeus’s leash. He looked with way too much curiosity at what Asher was advertising. “I—don’t know what to say.”

“Yes is a good option.”

“Look, you’re a great guy, and I can’t repay you for taking care of Zeus, but—”

“I see.” He grasped the ends of his robe and pulled them together. “I guess you did notice my efforts after all and have been ignoring them.”

“It’s not you.”

“Don’t patronize me, Ben.”

“It really isn’t. You’re a great guy, but I don’t pound anyone. We’re not compatible.”

The tight lines of his face relaxed. “You’re a bottom?”

“Well, yeah.”

“But you…”

“Don’t look like a bottom? That’s a stereotype.”

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