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He had closed the curtain, and they were alone in the vault. Outside, Roman heard the sex party continue in the surrounding rooms and corridors. Mallon sat on the edge of the cum-spattered bench, and Roman straddled his lap, with his arms around Mallon’s neck. Mallon’s hands held his arse, one finger gently massaging his tender, sloppy hole.

“I did,” he admitted with a soft laugh.

He had wiped the cum from his face, but it seemed to be everywhere—in his hair, dribbling down his back.

“All that cum,” Mallon said, pressing a kiss to his mouth. “For you. All those orgasms, all that pleasure. They did it for you.Idid it for you.”

“You knew I would like it?”

“I had a feeling you might.”

“And you? Did you like them watching us?”

He shrugged. “Let them watch all they want. I’m the one who fucked you. They can come as much as they want, but they can’t have what I have.”

“It felt kind of dirty…in a good way.”

“You’re a dirty boy. You like to tease and show off your ass.” He gave his butt a gentle slap. “I’m right, eh?”

Roman hugged him tighter. There was a slickness between their chests that could have been sweat or cum or both. He wriggled, smearing it between them. Their hard nipples rubbed together. “As long as I’m doing it with you, I’m game for anything.”

Supporting his arse, Mallon stood. Roman wrapped his legs around his waist and tightened his grip on his neck to bear the weight. Mallon turned around and laid him down on his back. He gripped Roman’s ankles and held them wide and open.

“This time it’s just for me,” he said.

With a smooth roll of the hips, he re-entered. Roman gasped, savouring the feeling of completeness again.

Chapter Fourteen

No Safe Haven

Though their bedrooms were separated by a hallway, Roman heard the raised voices from Ashley’s room, and it was clear from the tone that he was arguing with Patrick.Great. They’d been back together for just over a week, and they were fighting already. It hadn’t taken long for Patrick to drop the nice guy act and revert to his typical behaviour.

Patrick had been there when Roman had returned from work, sitting at the kitchen table with a shit-eating grin on his face while Ashley grilled a four pack of chicken breasts for him. Roman had said hello to Ashley and ignored Patrick completely, taking a bottle of beer from the fridge and going straight to his room. This couldn’t continue. He was acting like a prisoner in his own home, afraid to use the shared communal areas. He would have to speak to Ashley when they were alone.

Roman was the one who shared the rent on this flat, not that meat-headed arsehole. Patrick had no right to behave like he owned the place.

Last week, Ashley had said Patrick wanted to say sorry for punching Roman last October. Roman was still waiting for the apology. He had no interest in speaking to Patrick, and the feeling was clearly mutual. He regretted not pressing charges against him after the assault. Back then, Ashley had assured him they were finished for good and involving the police would only prolong the agony of having Patrick in their lives. If he’d got the police to prosecute him, he could have taken out a restraining order and had him barred from the flat for good.

Roman couldn’t face a night in listening to them fight. He changed out of his work clothes and put on jeans, a T-shirt and a warm sweater. He couldn’t afford a big night out, but he’d rather go to the pub and spend what little money he had than suffer in silence here. Mallon had returned to France for the weekend and wasn’t due back in Blyham until the middle of next week.

Roman knocked on Ashley’s door a little before eight.

“Yeah,” Ashley called from inside.

Heavy footsteps thudded across the floor, and the door jerked open. Patrick was stripped to the waist. His chest and arms were bigger than ever. His neck seemed to have disappeared, and his head was balanced on his wide shoulders. Ropey veins bulged all over his body.So much for quitting the steroids.

“What d’you want?” he asked. His jaw protruded as he chewed frantically at a piece of gum. His eyes were agitated, roaming over Roman’s face.

And still no apology. Roman moved to one side, trying to see past him into the room. The lights were on low, and Patrick angled the door to block his view.

“We’re busy in here?” he growled.

“Busy arguing,” Roman said, refusing to back down. “Thin walls. Is everything all right?” he called over Patrick’s shoulder.

“Yes, it’s fine,” Ashley said. Roman could not see him.

“Happy now?” Patrick glowered.

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