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“Yes.” He would not tell Michael what they were doing or about the drug cartel leader that they’d taken out.
“And yet Skinner had time to call Marco every night.”
Oh shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!
“Ugh…” Jackson looked over his shoulder at Finn for help.
In response to his silent request, Finn lifted a brow.
Yep, no help there. Jackson faced Michael again.
“I guess we weren’t important enough for one phone call?” Michael demanded.
That wasn’t fair! Jackson wanted to stomp his foot and curse but that wouldn’t help heal Michael’s hurt feelings. No, he’d fucked up. Jackson had reached for his phone dozens of times a day to call or send a message, but he’d chickened out each time. He hadn’t wanted to hear that Finn and Michael had decided they were done with him. Maybe he could tell the truth this one time. “I didn’t know if you wanted to hear from me.”
Not after he’d made a huge deal and pretty much given Finn and Michael an ultimatum.
Michael deflated in front of his eyes. “Of course we wanted to hear from you. We were worried. Luckily, Marco told me that everything was boring, and it ended up being a wasted trip.”
A wasted trip? They had fucking sniped a cartel leader! But of course, Skinner wouldn’t have told his boy that. Marco probably thought they’d spent two weeks holed up in a hotel or something. Jackson had no idea why Marco would even believe something like that. They didn’t make mistakes and there was never a wasted trip.
“I should have called,” Jackson offered. He just wanted to leave the past behind him. He wanted to enjoy one more night with Michael and Finn. “I’m sorry.”
Instantly Michael perked up. “Okay, but next time you call.”
“I will,” he lied. There wasn’t going to be a next time and they all knew it.
“Come on!” Michael grabbed Jackson’s hand. “I’m not done kissing you yet.”
Jackson laughed. Michael loved to kiss. It wasn’t something that Jackson had a whole lot of experience with, since most of his sexual encounters had been in men’s bathrooms at clubs or dark alleys. He’d grown addicted to Michael’s mouth though and would spend as much time as he could making Michael happy.
If he only had one more night, then he would make sure that Michael was glowing and having trouble walking. Hopefully, Finn would fill him up and Jackson would be able to leave with a faint reminder of the men that he knew he would never be able to forget.
Chapter Two
Finn
He wasn’t as naïve as Michael. Finn knew that Jackson already had one foot out the door. Metaphorically speaking of course. Finn had screwed up and he needed to fix things between the three of them quickly.
As they entered the office, Michael and Jackson were once again locking lips.
They were too worked up for Finn to start the talk they needed to have, but it was going to happen before Jackson misunderstood the situation again.
Finn would have preferred to take both men up to his apartment and spend the rest of the night showing them both that they were wanted, but he needed to watch over the club as well. It was his manager’s night off and while he had a good staff working for him, he needed to be available for trouble.
Running a club took almost all of Finn’s time. Very rarely did he get an entire twenty-four hours off. The club was his baby and it had taken decades after leaving the Marine Corps to figure out what he wanted to do. Finn had no idea that opening the club would lead him to finding two men that were quickly becoming Finn’s whole world. Even the club paled in comparison to what he felt for Michael and Jackson. He’d close the doors to the club before he would consider giving either man up.
The entire right side of his office was lined with on- way glass where Finn could see out into his club, but no one could see in. It wasn’t the club that held his attention at that moment. Michael and Jackson’s hands were busy as they tugged and loosened clothing while still mauling each other’s mouth. Together the two of them were a sight to see.
The first time that Finn has seen Michael when he interviewed the younger man for a position at the club, Finn had been mesmerized. Michael’s young appearance had thrown Finn at first. Even though Finn had been involved in the BDSM lifestyle for years before opening his club, he’d never been attracted to littles before. Finn didn’t see himself as a Daddy. That all changed when Michael batted his big blue eyes and promised to do the best job ever for him.
Finn had been smitten and even though it went against his judgment, he’d hired Michael on the spot. Finn had sworn he wouldn’t touch Michael. Not only was he Michael’s boss, but Michael was three decades younger than him. That hadn’t mattered in the end. Michael was more than just a pretty face and sweet boy. He worked hard, harder than most, and had a good head on his shoulders. He’d been almost drowning in responsibilities when he’d started working for Finn but slowly, over time, Finn had learned all about Michael’s life and had found ways to help. It had been working out fine. Sure, Finn still refused to be with Michael in an intimate way, but he felt good helping Michael out and making life easier for the boy. All that changed the evening that Jackson had snuck into the club.
Security and keeping his patrons safe were Finn’s highest priority. A lot of members of the club came from a military background like Finn’s and after years of living on the edge and always on guard, Finn offered them a safe haven.
As good as Jackson had been, Finn had been alerted the moment a window upstairs had been opened from the outside.
On the monitor, he’d watched Jackson stalk the place. Finn had thought he was in love with Michael. The feelings that ran deep for the boy had left no doubt that Finn had met his boy. Jackson was Michael’s complete opposite. Where Michael was soft and sweet, Jackson was all hard lean muscle with an attitude.
