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“Good to know; I happen to like the very same thing.” I move so we can straighten up. I can feel my cum as he twists to straddle me again, and I find that I like that a lot. “Are you planning to stay much longer?”

He shakes his head. “I have work at eleven tomorrow. You’ve been the pinnacle of my evening. I wasn’t even looking for anyone. I was just meeting up with friends.”

I grin. “Then I’m very honoured. Can I come and see you at work?”

I’m surprised when his cheeks blush, and he ducks his head. Have I said the wrong thing? “You can say no, Ollie.”

“No, no, I would really like that.” He makes it sound like not many offer him that. I baulk at the idea of him being used and not acknowledged outside of here.

“Can I give you a lift home? Or have you got a car here? I’m not asking to come in, just to see you home safe.”

“I’d like that, thank you. I usually cab it here and home again.”

I pull my jeans back up and gather Ollie to me. “Go get dressed. I’ll wait.” He nods, and there’s real excitement in his eyes, and I’m sure if I look in a mirror, mine would be the same. I get the feeling I’m being looked at and turn around, not sure who or where I’m looking. Then I see Saint, frowning, but with confusion not disapproval. I’m not sure why, because I’m sure Knox has filled all his family on what went on the last time we were here together. I tip my chin up in acknowledgment, and he does the same. There’s no animosity there.

Ollie comes out in skinny jeans so faded and torn I’m amazed they’re holding together. He looks to where I was just a moment ago. “Is there a problem?” he frowns, looking like he wants to disappear. Do the Foster brothers have that much clout in this club?

“No, babe. Not one.” I take his hand and lead him out of Bound.

When I walk into the King’s Head the following day, I immediately scan the bar for Ollie. I don’t see him until I look further back and see him delivering a tray of food. He’s so fucking cute, batting his eyes and striding away, knowing everyone is checking him out. He falters when he sees me and quickly looks back over his shoulder at the table he’s just left. I grin at him as he gets closer. “Are you teasing everyone in here, boy?”

“Only the ones that will tip well.” He laughs and takes his tray back to the serving area. “I can’t believe how busy it is today.” He lowers his voice as steps up to me. “It’s like the whole of Bound are here.”

I look around, but it’s futile. I don’t know anyone other than Knox, his family, and now Ollie. “Maybe they heard you were in your tightest jeans today and had to check it out.”

Ollie laughs and gives his arse a shake. “Maybe, although, there’s only one man I want to show it to,” he says with a raspy voice, reminiscent of last night and my dick in his throat.

“That’s good to know. It is a damn fine arse. Especially with a handprint or two on it.”

“Hmm, I think that can be arranged. Can I see you later?” His hands slide up my chest, letting two fingers in between the buttons of my fitted shirt.

“What time do you finish?”

“Seven,” he tells me, looking disgruntled.

“I’ll be here.” I kiss his neck, not caring who’s in here. If it’s like he said and half of the club are here, they’ve seen and done a lot more. “Now, go work, and I’ll see you later.”

I send him off with a smack on that perfect arse. He giggles, trying to dodge it.

The gym is busy, and I’m counting the hours until I can leave. Roman is in a funny mood, one that surfaces when he thinks of Maddox and his rejection. He switches from ‘well it’s his loss.’ To ‘why would he do that to us.’ Today, it’s the former, and he’s working out hard, determined to look perfect for when he sees us next. Which, as I look out of the window into the main gym, is today. He walks up to my office and taps the open door.

“Hey, have you got a minute?” He’s smiling, so maybe he’s in a better place and ready to talk.

“Of course. It’s good to see you; we’ve missed you,” I include Roman to prove we are still waiting for his decision. “Is everything okay.” I decide to go with the truth. “Roman is struggling to come to terms with your dismissal. I hate to see him like this.”

“I’m sorry about that. It was never my intention. I thought maybe we could be together, but my thoughts still count. I’m not needed, and I want someone to need me to make their life better. I’ve never had a long term relationship with anyone, not with the secrets I have to keep. I will always have to live with a lie, until I know it’s forever. I’ve spoken to my contact, asking if I could ever tell the truth about me.”

I shake my head. “That’s the point. You have that already; we know you. You don’t have to live a lie with us.” I look over my shoulder. Roman is making his way through the machines. “Roe is on his way to us.”

“I know and having you on the inside has been refreshing. I can be myself; but that isn’t a reason to be with you both. Just because it’s convenient.”

“That’s not true,” Roman says as he steps past him to me. He wraps his arm around my waist and looks up, waiting for my kiss. “You said you love Knox. Isn’t that true anymore? Are we not even your friends? You’ve ghosted us; have you been working out somewhere else?”

“You’re right, Roman. I’m sorry I’ve stayed away, and I’ve been working out at home. I finally got one room furnished, even if it’s only the gym. I never meant to leave you, and I certainly don’t want to lose you. I hope we’re still friends.”

“We want more than friends, Maddox. But I think if that’s all you’re able to offer, then we’ll take it, won’t we, Knox.”

I nod but don’t say anything. I’m still watching intently. “You’ve missed brunch with the family. You’re still invited, so maybe next weekend.”