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“I know.” He strokes my cheek tenderly like I’m some sort of precious baby animal that needs protecting. Which is ridiculous considering how I just took him.

Both of our eyes swell as we take each other in. I’m literally at his feet, kneeling for him, and somehow, it seems sentimental. I usually want to be in control, the one watching over others, but for him, I’d bow.

A harsh knock at the door makes us both freeze.

“Shit,” I hiss, tucking my limp cock away and standing.

Jahmar fumbles to right his clothes and grabs my coat, slipping into it at lightning speed.

“You’ve got two minutes to get out of there. You’re lucky I didn’t call the police.”

We stare at each other wide-eyed. Fuck, we really did get lost in the heat of the moment. When we hear the footsteps retreat, we laugh at how absurd this is.

I use my sleeve to scrub at the felt spoiled by our cum, cringing when there’s still a noticeable stain.

We leave the room hand in hand. I’m pretty sure my cheeks are the colour of an old phone box.

“So, what can I get you?” a woman behind the bar smirks at us, making her eyebrows dance.

Guilt about soiling the table gets the better of me, so I approach the bar.

“We’ll have two bottles of your nicest prosecco, please?”

Jahmar gives my hand two little squeezes and grins at me, totally unaffected by the fact we’ve been caught fucking in a pub.

“To go,” I blurt out.

Chapter 28

Anders

“So, when are you going to let me fuck that dimple?” Jahmar lightly brushes his lips over said dimple.

I’m lying on the deep sofa with Jahmar sprawled on top of me, slotted perfectly between my legs, exactly where he belongs.

I chuckle and twist to give him a chaste kiss on the side of his dumb head. “You’re a strange man, Jahmar Walker.”

“Come on, you’ve gotta be partially into dimple play. You’re always shivering when I dip my tongue in it.”

He then proceeds to swirl his tongue around the divot as I grin shamelessly, and lo and behold, a whole-body shiver trickles through me.

“The fuck is going on here?” Sage barges into the room, wearing a silky, black dressing gown.

After Jahmar and I reunited, we grabbed some fish and chips, returned to the cottage, ate, and got tipsy until Cameron and Sage conveniently needed to shower at the same time.

“Nothing, we were cuddling,” Jahmar mumbles against my neck, nipping at me and making me giggle like a fucking schoolgirl. It’s all very cringeworthy, but I guess this is my life now.

“Nah, from where I’m standing, it looks like our boy Jay-Jay is licking your dimple out.”

Sage aggressively brushes through their thick black hair with a Tangle Teezer.

We hear Cameron thumping down the stairs before we see him. He practically falls into the room and without even an ounce of hesitation, wraps his arms around Sage’s waist and nuzzles the side of their face. They roll their eyes but smile sweetly.

Cameron’s bloody oblivious to our presence, slipping his hand past the fold of Sage’s dressing gown. They playfully slap his hand, but he isn’t deterred.

Jahmar flashes his eyebrows at me, highly amused at my friend’s PDA. Well, it’s more Cameron’s display. I’d love to be a fly on the wall when it’s just the two of them. He’s not a complete leech, though. If Sage wasn’t into all this, he wouldn’t force it.

“So, how long have you two been together?” Jahmar innocently asks.

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