Page 38 of Touch In Excess

Hen looked confused, and then his eyes brightened. “Wait? That hot-as-fuck man you had on your arm? The one with the smile that could put the literal sun to shame?”

Skye couldn’t help a small laugh. “Yeah.”

“Damn,” Hen said, whistling. “Impressive. I get why his channel has six-figure subscribers.”

Skye winced a little. “Yeah, but he’s not like us. His relationship to his sex work is different, and he really, really doesn’t want anyone to know his face. Especially with his family. He hasn’t talked to me about them much, but I think they’re pretty religious, and he’s close to them. This whole thing could ruin him.”

Avan’s face softened. “Hey, I get that. Trust me. And I wouldn’t say a word.”

Skye rubbed the back of his neck. “Who else did you show the video to?”

“Just you three,” Avan said. “And I didn’t even really tell Hen or King. They walked up after you left, and the video was still on my phone.”

So that was something. He didn’t think the other guys would go looking even if they were curious, and it was nice to know that maybe a few of his brothers wouldn’t know what his boyfriend’s dicks looked like.

“Hey, babe,” Hen said, reaching for his knee. “You know our lips are sealed, right? No one around here will ever put him at risk. And if you want me to handle this—like a company memo—I will. You know I can be discreet and threatening when I need to be.”

“Of course I know,” Skye said with a slight laugh. “And thank you. I might just take you up on that. This is a lot for him. Me knowing was almost too much, and I really…shit. I really like him.”

There was a sudden large, powerful hand on his shoulder, and Skye looked up at King, who was hovering over him. “No one will fuck with him, Skye. If they do, send them my fuckin’ way. You know I’m always itching to knock sense into anyone stepping out of line.”

Skye grinned and gently leaned into King’s space. He wasn’t the most touchy-feely guy with anyone apart from Hen, but he was getting better at it now that he’d fallen in love. His edges had dulled since Hen had been working on him for the last couple of years, and Skye didn’t mind at all.

“So, you and this guy?—”

“Rami,” Skye said, trying to pronounce it right.

King nodded. “You two official yet?”

“Uh, not exactly. I don’t want to jinx it,” Skye said quickly before King could say anything else. “It’s new. Very new.”

“But you brought him here,” Hen pointed out. “That’s kind of big, isn’t it?”

Skye’s cheeks darkened. “Yeah. But he wanted to come over, and I wasn’t going to tell him no. I’d like to introduce him around too, but I think we’ll have to take that even slower. Maybe one person at a time.”

“Well, he knows me,” Avan said. “He recognized me from that one leak we had a few years back.”

King grunted a few curse words under his breath that Skye couldn’t quite make out, but he didn’t need to. The tone was plenty for him to understand he was still pissed. “If I ever get my hands on the fucker who tried to expose us?—”

“Enough,” Hen chastised. “No one needs to get worked up.” He turned to Skye. “Consider the situation handled. I’m y’all’s manager, after all. Let me manage it, okay?” He stretched his arms over his head, then reached for King. “Come on, baby. I’m all limber and relaxed. Let’s go take a nap.”

Skye was a thousand percent sure that a nap wasn’t an actual nap, but he appreciated Hen being discreet. Skye preferred a separation from all the sex stuff when he wasn’t on the clock. He leaned forward, kissing Hen’s cheek, then gave King’s arm a squeeze before taking the now empty spot on the couch and looking over at Avan.

Neither of them said a word until the front door opened and shut.

“So,” Avan said. “Is it going to be official?”

Skye passed a hand down his face. He didn’t know how to answer that. His gut told him yes. His gut told him that this was his forever person, and if he was careful and didn’t fuck it up entirely, he might actually have that happily ever after he’d been craving for so damn long.

But without actually having Rami speak or sign those words to him, they didn’t feel like his to repeat. And he felt like he’d betrayed Rami’s trust enough for one day.

“I’ll keep you posted,” he finally answered when Avan nudged him.

Avan nodded. “For what it’s worth, I think he’ll fit in here well.”

Skye couldn’t disagree. They were all misfits in some way—all different but all fitting together like a puzzle that would never look like anyone else’s. It was why Skye was happy here. Itwas why he knew that even after he retired, these people would always, always be his family.

“Wipe that look off your face. I can’t stand it,” Avan complained.

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