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Scotland froze, every muscle losing power. I didn’t expect that. “Oh.”
“You can come with, and we’ll crash at the club after. Maddy said something about cops, so it might not be short.”
Cops. Scotland shot up, scrambling from the bed and grabbing the nearest pair of pants. “Shit. What happened?” Now he just felt like an asshole. “We can take my truck and get there faster.”
“Derreck will be here soon,” said Clint, flicking on the lamp before rubbing sleep from his eyes. “I’m not sure of all the details, but someone called the cops, and they are at the club right now. It didn’t sound like they were trying to arrest anyone, but if someone like Maxim shows up, that’ll change. I just need to get there.”
Scotland grabbed a hoodie, throwing it on just in time to hear two honks right outside the bedroom window. He winced a moment later when he caught the sound of two braying calls as the donkeys sounded the alarm in the darkness. The remaining crickets fell silent, the night going still.
“Ah, hell.” Scotland grabbed the wall as he nearly tripped trying to get a sock on. Adrenaline pulsed through him, sleep the last thing on his mind. It wasn’t that he disliked cops, but they had a way of misunderstanding kink. Unless handcuffs are involved.
“Here.” Clint grabbed the sock from his outstretched hand, cradling Scotland’s foot and slipping it on. He was on his knees, his gaze focused and his tongue between his teeth as he caressed Scotland’s bare ankle before reaching for his other foot and slipping the second sock on.
“Thanks, love.” Scotland leaned his head back, letting it thud against the wall. Thrusting his hand into Clint’s hair, he let out a sigh. Is this going to end? Clint was so fucking good for him. He’d never be able to go back to the way things had been.
The horn blared again, followed by another bray, shattering his peace with a burst of sound. There were a few moments in his life that he wished would last longer, and his time with Clint was among those.
When Clint tried to stand, Scotland tightened his grip on his hair, keeping him on his knees. His chest was tight, breath barely making it into his lungs as his eyes stung. He let out a shaky breath, but his voice still trembled when he spoke. “Is this going to end? I need to know before we leave this room.”
“Scotland—” Clint started. That tone. Scotland had heard it before from subs, Doms and boyfriends alike just before they parted ways. The tentative softness was always a lie—the pickax ready to jab him straight in the heart.
“I had the time of my life, Clint.” He couldn’t stop the tear from rolling over his eyelid, tracing down his cheek. “These weeks with you have been some of the best in my life. You’re the best man I know.”
The horn blared again. Does Derreck have to be so fucking persistent? One more moment, that was all Scotland was asking for. One more fairytale second to be with someone he’d never expected to fall in love with.
Looking back, he’d never had a chance. Clint was everything, but Scotland was just a tattoo artist with some land and a couple of donkeys. He had friends, but no one who would understand. They all thought they knew who Clint was—someone unreachable, even for him.
“Can we talk about this another time?” asked Clint, trailing his fingers over Scotland’s wrist, his voice calm and soft.
Scotland released his hold, dropping his hand to his side. It was now or never. Once Clint stepped through that door, he would be gone like a leaf on the wind. There was nothing to hold him here. No threats of vacation, or forced time away from the club. He would go back to his friends—his life—and Scotland would return to whatever he had been doing before.
“Sure.” Scotland wiped the stray tear away, offering his hand to help Clint to his feet. “We’ll have lots of time.” It was a fucking lie.
* * * *
Three cruisers? Scotland almost couldn’t believe his eyes as they pulled up the gravel drive. The area had expanded since the club first opened, leaving room for twenty or so cars. The cruisers blocked off any chance of exit, trapping anyone who may have wished to leave. Since it was pushing one o’clock in the morning, that would have been most of the patrons.
One officer was at the front door, the door itself wide with a few people gathered around. Another was standing at his car, his arms crossed as he glared into the light as they approached. Derreck flashed his lights before shutting the vehicle off in a move that could have been considered accidental if Scotland hadn’t known him better.
Derreck was usually a quiet guy, but their entire drive had been silent, the air thick with so much tension that Scotland had felt like cowering in the back seat. Clint hadn’t said a word, staring out of the window and perking up as they had finally reached the right road.
Clint was out of the car before the engine had shut off, Derreck not far behind. Scotland ran a hand through his hair, shaking off his nerves. He’d had his fair share of run-ins with cops, but he had a lot of respect for them. Despite some of the hits they took in the media, he was still calling the cops if someone ever broke into his house.
Cops and kink didn’t go so well, though.
“Can I help you, Officer?”
Scotland caught Clint’s question as he ducked out of the car. The closest officer— the one leaning against his cruiser—shifted his stance, widening his feet as he dropped his hands to his sides. He was built with a few tattoos on his arms. It wasn’t Scotland’s work.
“Are you the owner?” asked the officer, his eyes sliding over Clint and landing on Scotland.
Scotland gripped his fists tight, stepping just behind Clint. Hopefully, it would offer him some moral support. Clint snuck his hand back, tangling his fingers with Scotland’s before giving him a soft squeeze. The act was enough to extinguish every bit of unease.
“Yes, I am,” said Clint, glancing at the door where another officer was approaching. “Did you have a warrant or did you just feel like trespassing tonight?”
Oh shit. Scotland blinked. Clint could be a fiery son of a bitch, but he hadn’t seen him quite so sassy before.
“We had a complaint that there was someone underage on the premises. When we arrived on scene, we heard a scream, which is more than enough probable cause to enter.”
