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Teague stared at him. “Apart from the fact you’re fucking a guest? Hey, I know Sol is a different kinda guest, but that isn’t what’s bothering me.”
“Then what is?”
Teague narrowed his gaze. “You’ve swapped my ass for his.”
What the everlovin’fuck?
“Who says that’s what happened?”
“Hell, Iknowyou, remember? Mr.I Only Ever Top? And it’sstillnot a good coping mechanism.”
Okay, now he was pissed.
“Get off my back.”
Teague stuck his chin out. “Not when it comes to this. How’d you think Toby and the boss would react if they found out?”
“You gonna tell ’em?”
Teague looked him in the eye. “I thought you’d changed—for the better. You were finally owning up to what you are, but I guess you haven’t found another cure yet for those bad dreams. Because we both know that’s why you were in his bed last night. You woke up from a bad dream again, and you couldn’t come running to my door so you went to his. Does he know you’re using him? Or why?”
Fuck, he was this close to sending Teague flying with a punch so hard he’d see stars for a week.
He had to get out of there before his temper got the better of him.
“You know fuck all about it,” he ground out, then stormed off in the direction of the barn. “And you call yourself a friend,” he flung back without turning his head.
“It’s because Iamyour fucking friend that I’m saying all this,” Teague hollered.
If that was his definition of friend, he could keep it.
It isn’t like it was with Teague. Not the same thing at all.
Butch opened the door to the barn, his heart thumping. He heard voices from the main room, and he paused at the inner door, listening. From the sound of it, whoever was in there was just talking, and he breathed a little easier. He pushed the door open and stepped into the room.
Sol was standing in front of four seated guys, and beside him on a table was an open case containing rods of varying thicknesses, some in shiny metal, others a matte gray. There was also a bottle of lube and a towel. Judging by the disarray, he figured he’d missed the—whatever Sol had been doing.
Butch didn’t stop to think too much about that. He marched up to the group, his chest tight, sweat popping out on his brow, and a jittery feeling in his belly.
“Sol? You got a minute?”
He frowned. “Is there something wrong?”
“No, I just …”
He was going to soundsostupid.I shouldn’t be here.
“You know what? It can wait. Sorry I interrupted.” Butch turned and walked out, berating himself for acting like a fucking idiot, and feeling flustered, overheated, and vexed, all at the same time.
“Butch!” Sol called out to him, and he froze.
“You’re busy. Like I said, it can wait.”
“Actually, I’ve just finished my demonstration, so perfect timing.” Sol hurried over to him, and laid his hand on Butch’s arm. “Somethingiswrong, isn’t it?”
He swallowed. “I can’t… not here…”
Sol studied his face for a moment, then nodded. “Come to my room. We won’t be disturbed there.”
