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“No, no please. Do I have to move out? Give you back your stupid car.”

“What?” He was taking this too far.

“You’re not controlling me.” He shook his head, that silky hair sliding around as he did. I was so attracted to him right then, even if it seemed like he was struggling to stay mad. But another part of me was losing my temper again with this.

“I was not trying to control you. I was keeping that douche off of you.”

“You don’t think I can handle it myself.”

“You shouldn’t have to.”

“And how the hell do you know what I want? Maybe I wanted to meet some new sexy BDSM daddy tonight. I’m not here with you.”

And that was it. That was enough for me. I grabbed him and threw him over my shoulder. I trusted both Phillip and Braxton would have my back and contain Andy. But this argument and this night was over.

I carried him out the door and to my car. I held him over my shoulder with one hand and fished out my keys to unlock the door with the other. I opened it and deposited his little ass on the passenger seat. “Do not move.” I circled the car, got in, and clicked the locks.

He didn’t say a word, but he crossed his arms over his chest.

I was halfway to Davis Island before I said anything. “Now listen to me. I was watching your back. But I’m not going to lie and tell you that I didn’t have ulterior motives.”

“Ha! I knew it.”

“It hasn’t been a secret. Dammit, Colin, I’m courting you. I want you. And I’m not letting anyone else get in the way of what I want before we. And I do meanwe.” I motioned between us. “Figure out what that is. Especially a douche-nozzle like Vick.” I bopped the side of my fist against the top of the steering wheel and huffed at the frustration of not being able to punch the twat-waffle in the face.

Colin snorted. “He is a douche-nozzle, right.”

“Hmm…”

“So…what is this, Rourke?” He tapped my shoulder with his knuckles. “Us? What are we doing?”

“I would like to be dating, Colin. I thought we had something started. You know, kissing, making out, going out.”

“Blow jobs?”

He was really yanking me around. “There’s only been one, Colin.”

“Okay, true. But it could be more.”

“Yes, but it’s not going to be more until we have some understanding between us.”

“That’s fair.”

We didn’t say anything else as I drove to the house, but my brain whirled with what I wanted to say and how I wanted the rest of the evening to play out the whole way, but damn if Colin didn’t have other ideas. I walked him into the front door of the main house and to the living room, and that was where things turned in his favor.

Colin stepped up to me and got in my face. He slid a finger under the harness strap and rubbed it down my chest. “These are really hot, Mr. Caveman.”

I narrowed my eyes. He was up to something.

“This is hotter.” He reached around and grabbed my ass, squeezing my ass cheek. “Not leather. I was surprised when I saw you walk into the club, but I like it.” I was beginning to think I’d been played. Not the part where Vick was hitting on him and trying to take advantage on the dance floor. No, that was all Vick. But after…after Phillip had gone into the bathroom with him.

Phillip. Well…

Before I could think more about that and what my friend might have said to him, he unbuttoned my pants. “How’s that? Feeling hotter?” he asked as he peeled the denim over my hips.

Of course I was commando, so as he got my pants low enough, my cock popped out and practically smacked him in the nose. “Feeling pretty hot now, Colin.”

“Oh, my.” He eyed my cock, then licked it. He stuck his face in my balls. “You smell good. Like sweat and you.”

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