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But hell, of all the gay discos in all the world...

Mal was the real thorn in Cillian's side. Now, he was about to prove it.

But hell, of all the gay discos in all the world...

Mal was the real thorn in Cillian's side. Now, he was about to prove it.

Sid went to the window and pushed the curtain aside, looking out on the street, wondering if he'd already gotten in over his head. They hadn't chosen Rivers & Dunn because Sid Rivers was a rising legal phenomenon. They wanted Sid's firm because they needed someone who was in no way associated with the oil industry, or with Jeffery Phillips Marn. They also wanted someone who was just as disposable.

Sid went to the window and pushed the curtain aside, looking out on the street, wondering if he'd already gotten in over his head. They hadn't chosen Rivers & Dunn because Sid Rivers was a rising legal phenomenon. They wanted Sid's firm because they needed someone who was in no way associated with the oil industry, or with Jeffery Phillips Marn. They also wanted someone who was just as disposable.

He joked about being the bad cop and how everyone here considered him a hard-ass, but Kelly knew better. Nick had the purest heart of anyone he'd ever known.

"It's me, babe," Kelly whispered against Nick's chest. "It's Doc, you're safe."

Fuck, he was kind of Nick's type.

"Soft spot?" "Please," Kelly said with weak laugh. "If we weren't a thing, you'd be all over him." Nick opened his mouth to protest, then shut it with a snap of his teeth. "You're probably right," he admitted.

The state of Nick and Ty's fracturing friendship was a topic only the bravest of men would touch on. Zane had balls of brass to do it.

"I just need you, Lije."

Prophet put up a hell of a fight, but when he surrendered it was so completely, unmistakably beautiful.

Everything had suddenly gotten really complicated…and somehow better at the same time.

“We’ve gotten through a lot of shit already, Tommy. A lot. Maybe more than we’re supposed to. Maybe we’ve reached our limit.��
“Still trying to protect me.��
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“I’m going to chance it. Figure the universe already put us through hell. I think we’re meant to come out the other side together.��
Prophet rolled his eyes. “Romantic fucking voodoo Cajun shit.��
“That’s lovely. Anyway, what would we do with all our free time?��
“We could go run a goat farm,�� Prophet suggested.

And that’s when he began fucking Prophet in earnest, saying his name like a cross between a chant and a prayer, and Prophet was damned sure no one had made it sound better.

”Isn’t it enough that you threw the couch out the window?��
“You fucking love that shit,�� Tom growled. “The jealousy turns you the hell on.��

He could blame the drink or the stress, but really, the rough touch and the handling always did it for him.

Lucky was being treated with a mixture of respect and suspicion, sometimes both at the same time, and it was beginning to freak him the fuck out.
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But now that he was here, he was given extra escorts into the building. Men in uniform who surrounded him like he was a bomb they were worried would detonate.
Am I?

They forced you to believe the lies.

"No one's ever taken care of you back, Proph. You have to fucking let me."
"I don't know how," Prophet said, and Tom sighed internally because that wasn't a no. Not by a long shot.

Guess you don’t need flashbacks if you’re living the real thing.

If working with Prophet had taught him anything, it was that promises were dangerous, especially if they were worthwhile.

The other thing he knew for sure was that sex gave them a way to tell each other all the things they couldn't bring themselves to say out loud.

Yet.