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I blink. “You almost had to cut him off?”

She nods. “Mhhm. Not in a bad way or anything. He didn’t start a bar fight. More of a health check. He was tossing shit back like water.”

Goddamn. I didn’t even know Miles drank at all.

Tapping my knuckles on the bar, I smile appreciatively. “Thank you for your help. We’ll look around.”

She nods. “Anytime!”

Turning back toward Collin, I nearly throw my hands up in frustration when I see him standing in the exact same spot that I left him.

Men.

He yawns when I approach. “Nothing?”

“Nope.”

And then his expression morphs into something downright evil. He grabs my hand and leads me in the direction of a sign that says The Palace. “Well… guess he can wait since he’s busy anyway. Time for us to experience some fun.”

And once again, I’m blinking in surprise. “You… what… how?”

He chuckles. “Had a bro talk with the bouncer while you were panicking over the emo dommy mommy. C’mon.”

FIVE

MILES

“Sir, are you lost?” a woman asks me from the end of a neon-lit hallway. I tilt my head to the side, trying to compute what she’s saying so I can answer in a way that’s not going to get me kicked out of here.

“I’m looking for…” My hand finds the back of my neck and I rub it in embarrassment. I come to a stop in front of her so I say the next part lower. “The glory holes.”

And to my surprise, she answers in the most professional tone without a hint of judgment in her voice. “They’re right in here. Pick your poison."

“I’ve already picked my poison tonight, it was whiskey…” I joke, causing her to chuckle.

“Well no liquor back here. But pick your door.” She raises her brows at me, and I rush to the first door that catches my sight before I can chicken out.

I yell over my shoulder as I make my way into the small room, “Thank you!”

There were two guys sitting at the bar beside me earlier, and I overheard them talking about The Palace.

A place inside the bar… The glory holes.

I’ve lived in Sunrock Valley for almost a year now, so it shocked me that I’ve never heard of all the things they’re hiding in this local hole in the wall.

A chuckle escapes me. “Ha, hole in the wall. There’s a literal hole in this wall that I’m supposed to stick my cock through.”

What the fuck am I doing in here?

With my back against the door, a huff of air passes my lips as my eyes land on the hole in front of me. It’s a lot bigger than I thought it would be, but as that thought passes my head swims.

I haven’t been with anyone since Emma died all those years ago… I’ve been too scared to move on. There’s been no feelings for anyone since her—well, until my two, way-too-fucking-young admin team started fucking in the room beside me.

But I’m not in our hometown anymore. I’m a capable and consenting adult, so who’s going to stop me from enjoying myself by letting a stranger suck me through a hole in the wall?

My mind races back to Kayla and Collin and the soundtrack of them fucking through the closed doors and drywall while my fist pumps my cock furiously in my bed. I’ve had to hear the two of them the past year, and I’ve never wanted to see other people fuck in front of me so badly. But I wouldn’t be able to just watch, I would want to fuck them too.

The pulsing of my hard cock in my jeans is enough to have me shimming my jeans down to my thighs. My hand wraps around my cock instinctively, and my feet move on their own before my head can catch up to my drunken doings. As I place myself through the hole in the wall, I hear what I can only assume is a couple on the other side.