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Michael passed Grant a coffee as Jackson sat beside Finn and pushed one mug toward him.
“Lance will get the footage and send it right over.” He took a sip of his coffee, but Jackson’s eyes were still full of fury.
Finn narrowed his eyes at his boy. He wanted to ask how Lance would manage that, but he wouldn’t in front of Grant. There were some things that he didn’t want to discuss in front of a cop. Even Grant. And Jackson’s career was one of them.
Jackson smiled back at him.
Oh, the boy knew what Finn wanted to know. He was enjoying this.
Finn grabbed Jackson’s chin and tugged the boy closer. He ignored the coffee that spilled from Jackson’s mug as Finn yanked his mouth to his. Finn kissed Jackson hard before letting go just as quickly.
Jackson blinked at him for a second. Finn wasn’t done yet. Dropping his hand under the table, Finn grabbed Jackson’s cock through his jeans and gave him a hard squeeze. Jackson’s eyes widened. Did he think that Finn wouldn’t follow through on his promises? Time to prove that he was a man of his word. Releasing Jackson’s package, Finn grabbed the chain from where it hung out of his pocket and reattached it to his belt.
Finn smirked at Jackson before returning his attention to Grant.
Grant nodded then turned serious. “Can either of you think of someone who might have a problem with your relationship with Finn? Someone who might think that Finn stole you away or—”
“Wait a fucking minute,” Jackson said. “Are you asking if one of us has been fucking around behind Finn’s back?”
Michael whimpered. “I wouldn’t!”
“No, he wouldn’t,” Jackson said. “Finn and Michael have been in each other’s pockets for over a year. Even when they weren’t together everyone knew they should have been. Which means you think I’ve been…what? Fucking all around town?”
“Even if you have been,” Grant said, “no one would blame you. Your relationship is new.”
Jackson scoffed. “I haven’t looked at another man since the night I first saw Michael and Finn.”
Finn gripped the back of Jackson’s neck. “I know, boy. It’s okay.”
“Yeah.” Jackson huffed. He was pissed. Although he leaned back into Finn’s hand, so that was a good sign.
“I have to ask these questions,” Grant said patiently.
“They’re stupid questions,” Jackson retorted.
Finn pinched the back of Jackson’s neck.
“I know you have to ask, but truly we’ve been so wrapped up in one another that none of us have had the time to notice anyone else,” Michael said quietly.
“What about before you all started—”
“I didn’t live here. Never had a lover for more than a night. No one who would do this,” Jackson said.
“I didn’t have time to date before,” Michael added. “It’s always been Da…Finn and then Jackson.”
Grant looked at him.
Finn shrugged. “I played. I fucked.” No use trying to hide anything. “There was no one important and everyone at the club knew I had feelings for Michael.”
“It was pretty obvious,” Grant agreed.
“See!” Jackson said. “This doesn’t make any sense. Why now?”
That was a very good question.
Jackson’s phone chimed and he jerked. He quickly picked up the phone off the table before he grunted. “Let’s just see who this fucker is. Lance sent the video.”
They all leaned in as Jackson pressed Play.
