Page 10 of Tamed (The Courtside King Duology 1)

Socrates gasped, his thrusts turning frantic. “Shit— Gonna shoot—” He slammed to the hilt, barely muffling his shout.

Across the room, Charlie merely snored louder.

Panting, Socrates laughed. “Chainsaw you—got over there—Good God.”

Breck laughed, too, as he shuddered. “Me and Jegs use earplugs.”

Socrates’ body shook. He was tamping more laughter. Which Breck understood, but the guy was still buried in his ass. Groaning, he clenched his cheeks.

Socrates grunted and pulled out. No lingering. No snuggles.

Good.

Breck wasn’t interested in that.

The brother was hot, but that was the only way Breck was drawn to him. Anything else after their exchange would just make things awkward.

Thankfully, and unsurprisingly, Socrates seemed to feel the same. He’d gotten what he wanted. To sate his curiosity. And scratch his itch.

Breck turned his head and watched him as he clumsily climbed off the bed. It had started to lighten outside so he could sort of see him.

Pulling up his shorts, Socrates looked at him and smiled. “Damn,” he whispered. “That was fun. Felt so much better than I expected.”

Breck smirked. “One-time deal, you asshole. No coming back for seconds.”

Socrates grinned and shoved Breck’s face into his pillow, then stumbled out the door.

Breck rolled onto his back. Stared at the ceiling. Shook his head.

He’d done it. He’d actually done it.

Experimented with a guy.

God… It’d felt incredible.

So totally different from having sex with a girl.

In ways that ensured he’d be feeling just how different for days.

His eyes slid closed.

He inhaled deeply.

And then a small smile curved his lips.

Son of a fucking bitch.

That. Was. Amazing.

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