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“My other friend. He’s a tour guide and works weird hours.”

“I don’t know…”

Ethan shrugged. “It’s okay. We can stay home.”

Joey stared out of the window for a while before sighing. “Okay, but can we go somewhere quiet and less likely for me to be noticed?”

“We can go back to the pub we met at. You must’ve chosen that one for a reason.” He asked without asking, or at least tried to.

Joey nodded. “It seemed out of the way. Not too busy.”

“We can do that. Do you need to go home for anything first?” Joey shook his head. “Okay, then. Let’s go. I’ll call Christi and Kole when we get there.”

Within the hour, they settled at a booth and downed their second round of drinks. Christi and Kole had joined them shortly after they’d arrived, and Kole had gushed over Joey until Ethan had levelled a look at him. Ethan sat beside Joey, keeping people away from him until he blanched.

He glanced at Joey and licked his lips. “Am I cockblocking you? Because I can stop. I just thought you wanted some space.”

Joey shook his head. “Nah, I’m not interested in them.”

Their gazes met and held, and a frisson of heat pooled in Ethan’s stomach, sinking lower and lower until his cock pressed against his zip. Would they end up in Ethan’s bed again? Ethan could only hope because their first night was imprinted in his brain, and he wanted more of it. They’d barely scratched the surface of what Joey could do to dominate Ethan, and Ethan wanted to know. Desperately. However, he wouldn’t admit it because he didn’t want Joey to feel pressured.

But the thought of Joey’s cock spearing him open again was almost more than he could bear. He swallowed hard.

“I’ll just keep…doing it then.”

He tore his eyes away and tried to keep his breathing even while he regained some control of his body. He could ruin everything if he jumped Joey the minute they got home, but he might not have a choice. His body had a mind of its own sometimes.

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Chapter 4

Joey

Joey had promised himself he wouldn’t touch Ethan again. He didn’t want to throw his help back in his face by assuming he could touch him, have him. But he wasn’t sure he could keep that promise. His cock was pressing against his jeans, and he could do nothing to ease the pressure. So, he kept drinking, although he alternated it with water—he didn’t want to bedrunkdrunk. Just a little tipsy. He’d make sure to sober up before they left.

His phone buzzed against his thigh where it lay snug in his pocket, but he ignored it, as he had been doing for the past few days. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t turned it off completely if he wasn’t going to answer anyone, but there was always that little niggle in the back of his head that he needed to keep it on—just in case. He made sure to check the names of those who’d rung and messaged him, but he didn’t listen to or read messages unless they were from Ani. Most of his family and friends knew they could send a message through her if they couldn’t contact him—it had been that way for years.

“What about you, Joey?”

Joey blinked at Kole. “Sorry. I missed that.”

“Would you like to come on a ghost tour? I have a few spaces left on the tour tomorrow, and Ethan here is too scared.”

Ethan pursed his lips and glared at Kole. “I’m not scared, and you know it. I hate it when people jump out at you. I’m sure my heart can’t take much more.”

Kole snorted. “If that’s not a textbook definition of scared, I don’t know what is.”

“I’ll come. What time is it?” Joey said, dragging Kole’s attention back to him and giving Ethan a break.

“Nine o’clock. At night, naturally.”

“I’ll be there.”

Ethan huffed and said, “I suppose I could join in.”

Kole lifted his glass towards them. “A toast to epic ghost adventures.”

Joey clinked their glasses together and hid his smile by taking a drink. Ethan didn’t look happy, and Joey made a note to ask him about it. It seemed like it was more than just because people jumped out at him.

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