Page 63 of Claimed (The Courtside King Duology 2)

Joey downshifted. “Shhh….”

Randy shivered, then searched again for his dick.

Joey bit his lip and kept on slowly fucking, his glistening dick reemerging then delving back inside his friend.

Breck cleared his throat and resituated his boner, then pulled his gaze from the spectacle and looked at Kai. “And the actor in this one?”

Kai smirked. “Not Joey. He’s one of my models.”

Breck’s eyes flared wide. “Bicurious Joey is one of yours?”

“Yes,” Kai laughed. “But that’s not his real name.”

He squeezed Breck’s hand. Breck squeezed it back. And, man, Kai enjoyed that feeling. Breck’s fingers intertwined with his, holding tight.

It felt good. Maybe even right.

Kai gestured to the third act. “Wanna see another?”

Breck glanced to the next structure, then back at Kai. “You make the call.”

As far as Kai was concerned, that decision was easy. He could come back and catch the next ‘show’ any time. Besides, with Breck standing beside him, looking utterly delectable in his skin-tight black threads, he didn’t need anything else to get him going. Breck had him there ages ago. All he wanted now was Breck’s lean, hard body against his own on the dance floor.

He glanced over and read the title for act three.Scientific Study. Test subjects needed. $1k/hour.Lips curving, he shook his head and turned back to Breck. “Maybe tomorrow. After my show.” He motioned toward the Castle. “How ’bout a dance instead? You’ve got some moves. I remember seeing them.” He cast Breck a knowing look and subtly smiled.

Breck quirked a brow—until understanding dawned. Kai could see it in his eyes, Breck remembering that night at the club. When he’d caught Kai watching as he’d danced with some random girl.

Kai grinned and turned to lead the way.

But then it happened so fast.

A voice calling out.

“Breck!”

Kai tensed from head to toe.

Before he could intercept, Breck instinctively turned toward the sound, his eyes locking solidly with the man who’d called his name.

Ohhhh, fuck.

Kai tried to pull him forward, to get him moving, but it was already too late. Breck had recognized his tremendous error and now was frozen in place.

The guy beamed happily, clearly a fan, and elbowed closer with his friend. “Iknewit!” he boasted to his buddy. “I fuckin’toldyou it was him!”

Kai looked at Breck. “Come,” he ordered firmly. “Clearly they’ve mistaken you for someone else.” Breck didn’t budge though, as if unable to move, his death grip on Kai’s hand like a constricting vice.

“Like hell I did,” the guy laughed, coming to a stop. He looked Breck over with a confident grin. “I mean, with that jawline… and this drop-dead physique… I’d recognize himanywhere.”

“Obviously not, as he’s not who you think.”

Fan Boy smirked and shook his head. “No way. I’ve been obsessed with this guy since tenth fuckin’ grade. Got those abs”—he pointed to Breck’s stomach—“straight-up etched in my brain.”

Kai cast him a disbelieving look. “And you’ve seen my sub’s abswhen, exactly?”

“Hello,” Fan Boy laughed. “I go to his games. You know how many times he lifts his jersey to wipe his face?” He turned to Breck and smiled. “You gotta remember me.Jackson?You signed my forearm with a Sharpie during playoffs.”

Breck swallowed and tightly shook his head. He was stiff as a board—and, quite possibly, not even breathing. What was worse, Kai could feel him trembling through their tightly clutched hands.

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