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grinned at him. With his dilated pupils he was the personification of desire. He could be as narcissistic as he pleased if he invited me to watch.
    “It was quite the show. You know, watching myself in the mirror, bent in half, with you thrusting into me over and over again. I wouldn’t mind watching again.”
    I shivered. Alex grinned at me impudently.
    “I won’t tell you again that you’re an arrogant little prick.”
    “Aww, but I like your pet name for me. It’s such a turn on.” He almost choked on his own laughter at the end of his sentence.
    “You got any supplies at hand? Because I haven’t.”
    That caught his attention. “You haven’t? You really hadn’t planned on swinging by here.”
    “That’s what I said.”
    Alex turned around in my embrace to glimpse at Parker in confusion. “But how did he know…?”
    “That’s what I asked.”
    Alex pursed his lips and shook his head. A strand of blond hair fell on his forehead and he brushed it away absentmindedly, only to have the same lock do as it pleased again a second later. It struck me. “Was the shop out of gel?”
    “What?”
    “Your hair isn’t slicked back with a pound of gel this time.”
    Alex shifted from one foot to the other, his face showing all signs of a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look. I grinned evilly. “Have you been looking for me?”
    “No! Why would I? And what does that have to do with my hair or Parker or… or anything?”
    Alex ducked his head before he rested it on my shoulder. The clear affection and comfortableness of this gesture had me reeling. What had happened here?
    “Are you blushing?”
    “No!” came the squeaked reply. I chuckled.
    “You are! You totally are and you deserve that tidbit of embarrassment.”
    “Can we skip to the good part now?”
    I wanted to ask questions, a lot of them. Had he been waiting for me? How often had he been here? Did he want to look nice for me? Did any of that matter? We were supposed to get our rocks off. Nothing more, nothing less. Wait, didn’t I chant that mantra before?
    We jumped when Parker clapped us both on our backs. He grinned at us. “There’s a frequently used backroom in case you’re desperate.”
    Alex and I started talking simultaneously. “How did you…?”
    We even trailed off simultaneously.
    “How did I what ?”
    “Know that he’d be here?” Alex asked. He loosened our embrace but stayed very close, his left arm wrapped around my waist. I allowed him some space, though one of my hands slipped in the back pocket of his jeans.
    “As I told you before, he was a real grouch the last two weeks and I kept him well riled up. It was only a matter of time before he would show here up in desperation.”
    Indignantly, I said, “I’m not desperate.”
    “Oh please,” Parker huffed. “Get going, you two. Maybe you’ll thank me one day.”
    “There was no need for you to interfere, I assure you.”
    “There was. Lots of need, you stubborn piece of shit.”
    “Wow,” Alex exhaled. “Want me to be the referee while you punch each other’s lights out?”
    Parker cracked a grin before he grew serious. “Get out of here, you two. I’d guess you have better things to do.”
    “We do. Hey, Jeff, I do have supplies.” With that quip Alex held up a strip of condoms and a small tube with lube.
    Someone whistled. Another someone, a big, dark-haired man with an equally dark mustache, clapped me on my shoulder and said, “You better get that boy out now before someone else takes him up on his offer.”
    My grip on Alex’s ass tightened immediately. He laughed and wiggled his ass against my hand invitingly. “Come on, we’re finished here.”
    After Alex stuffed the supplies back into his pockets, he did something surprising. He went over to Parker and gave him a fierce hug. Parker looked to be as surprised as I was. Yet he reciprocated in kind.
    I reached out for Alex and hauled him back by the scruff of his neck. “That’s enough