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him while Laird twisted at his nipples with his free hand.

"Shit!" Race swore, riding down against Laird's finger. He spun his hips, sliding his body up and down.

He'd been with a few guys but none of them awakened such a primal surge within him. None of them left him feeling so thoroughly used. They hadn't known what to do with his piercings, but Laird did—Race gasped, feeling the digit slide out of him only to be slammed back in. Groaning, he grabbed Laird's belt and tugged. He ground his teeth at the wonderful pressure of having his hole invaded. He felt his orgasm coming as it built from his very core before curling his toes.

Race was in heaven as he arched upward to watch

through dazed eyes. His cock twitched then erupted without being touched. Spurt after spurt flew through the air and landed on the ground between his legs. He panted for air, loving the way Laird's long, thick finger navigated his hole.

He whispered Laird's name, delirious, while shaking on the floor.

Chapter Six

"You did what?" Rajan called.

"You heard him," Savaro laughed. "He met someone."

"He's only been there a few days. How do you meet someone on your vacation in only a few days?"

"Hey!" Xavier's voice hollered. It sounded far away, perhaps in another room. "Would you hooligans lower the volume? I'm trying to watch something here!"

"Laird met a man!" Rajan called to his boyfriend.

"He's telling us about it!"

There was tumbling around on their end.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Laird was tapping his forehead against the desk muttering, "Why? Why?

Why?" It'd been a few days since he'd made love with Race. Once again, the two of them weren't talking about it, and he wanted to rip his hair out. He kept getting hot and cold from the sexy cowboy.

"Okay, Laird. Talk to us," Xavier's voice came from over the phone.

"Why'd you put me on speakerphone?" Laird asked needlessly. Whenever he called his brothers and they were all in the same place, he ended up on speakerphone or webcam. Taking a breath, he walked over to the window watching Race run around like a wild man in the corral. "I haven't spoken to Winston yet but with all the noise we were making I'm pretty sure he knows."

"Oh boy," Savaro groaned.

"What?" Xavier asked.

"There's this—thing… I just feel like I can't breathe when he looks at me. It's a strange reaction, I know, but I love it."

"Go back to the noise!" Rajan pushed.

Laird rolled his shoulders, knowing he would have to tell them sooner or later. He might as well get it over with. "So the other night he took me out. We went to this club. I got us VIP and everything was going great until somehow he baited me and I was in his lap and we were making out like a couple of horny teenagers. Then I realized the kind of piercings he had—well I knew from before but I could only see it pushing out of his shirt. But then I felt them…"

"Oh boy!" Rajan interrupted.

"What?" Xavier questioned again.

"Then things just went downhill from there after this jerk barged into the VIP to hit on me."

"Whoa! What?" Xavier was beginning to sound like a broken record. "What did your guy say?"

"He was mad enough to spit fire. He wanted to pound the creep into the ground but I couldn't let that happen. So I tried talking some sense into the man who of course wouldn't listen so Race threw him out."

"Did you just say Race?" Xavier questioned. "Race McKade?"

Laird felt his heart lurch then raced. "You know him?"

"Erm… How much has he told you about himself?"

Xavier replied.

"Not much. I notice that people around here treat him like a leper and they whisper when he passes by. He keeps saying there's something in his past that I won't like but he just can't seem to bring himself to tell me."

"Why the question?" Rajan wanted to know.

"X? What's going on?" Savaro pushed.

"Erm… I don't know if it's my place to say this…"

"Your place? You're my boyfriend, a part of my family. If this is going to affect my brother I damn well need to know!" Rajan spoke up. Laird could hear the angry urgency in his brother's voice. "What is it?"

"Race was a good kid," Xavier started.

Laird pressed his eyes shut, waiting for the hammer to drop.

"A few years… about—about eight years ago, he was charged and convicted…"

"Xavier? What was he charged and convicted

with?" Rajan urged.

"Murder…"

Laird's heart snapped then. His hands shook and the phone slipped from his hand to the ground. Making his way across the room he slid the lock in place then pressed his back to it. He then slid to the floor while reaching into his pocket for his cell phone and called Winston.

"Winston Clemons?"

"You couldn't have told me?" Laird accused. "Holy shit, I had this man… Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what? You're freaking out, Laird!"

"You're damn right I'm freaking out!" Laird yelled before catching himself. "You're damn right I'm freaking out! This man was convicted of murder and you have him not only living in this house but you didn't say anything and he and I… shit."

"You're not a child, Laird. You can say it. You fucked like rabbits."

"Don't be crude!"

"Then what?"

"I have to go."

"Damn it, Laird!"

Laird hung up the phone and stayed locked in the

bedroom. Taking a breath, he just couldn't get his breathing to slow down. His heart raced. His mind was filled with all the horrible scenarios anyone would think in his situation.

Suddenly it was as if he was unglued. He grabbed

his suitcase, opened it, and chucked his things in. He dragged it down to the front door then made his way back to his room to finish packing.

Chapter Seven

The moment Race saw the suitcase he knew what

had happened. There was a silence in the air that told him of the hell he had just walked into. Climbing the stairs, he leaned against the door frame

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