ASHTON"Of course you do," Uncle Colton says, tossing his wadded napkins into a paper bag. "You're always on his fucking side."After a pause, he finally looks up at me, his tough brown eyes meeting my steady forest-green gaze. I speak up, saying, "I didn't know there were sides.""There are sides," my dad stands up and reaches over to Uncle Colton's lap. "I'm always on the side with the good food." He grabs the paper bag and settles back down next to me. "Taco?" He tries to break the tension, but I refuse to let it go."I'm not always on Uncle Grant's side," I counter. "He called me an idiot last week. Why would I side with that?" I try to suppress a smile as I gesture toward Grant, who raises an eyebrow. We were playing chess, and when I lost, he assured me that I didn't stand a chance with my IQ compared to his.In a subtle manner, he called me an idiot. He doesn't deny or object. And I appreciate his blunt honesty, so I actually cherish that memory."You tell me, Tony," Uncle Colt

LENNOX My blood goes from simmering to boiling, and I give him a smoldering once-over. Likewise, Ashton does the same. I place my holstered gun and radio on his dresser. Out of habit, I scan the room with my peripheral vision: gray curtains drawn shut, a small bookshelf, walls made of deep red brick, a full-sized bed adorned with a burnt-orange comforter. Delicate white lights hang from the wooden rafters, casting a dim glow. It's the only source of illumination in the room. Facing each other, I run my hands through my hair, while his gaze roams over my tattooed abs and barbell nipple piercing. I can't help but almost smil

LENNOX "Come on, Lennox," Perth's voice crackles through the speaker of my phone, which I've placed in the cup holder of the Audi. Ashton is driving, speeding about twenty-five miles over the limit, while I keep an eye on two silver SUVs tailgating us. I can't risk any physical contact with Ashton, not even a simple touch, because if the paparazzi catch a glimpse of it, it could ruin everything. "All your daily logs are empty after 7:00 p.m.," Perth continues, his frustration evident. I mouth the words "it's okay" to Ashton. I would reach out to comfort him, touch his hand or shoulder, but I remain vigilant, aware of the SUVs behind us. I'm not sure if they have long-range camera lenses, but even a brief moment of physical contact could be disastrous. 

ASHTON Both of us shirtless, our pants zipped up, and cleaned from our passionate encounter, I asked Lennox to wait before stepping out of my Audi. He closed his door and settled back onto the seat, curiosity evident on his furrowed brows. What I was about to do, I had never done before. It may seem insignificant compared to what we had just experienced, but to me, it meant everything. "What is it?" Lennox asked, his voice filled with anticipation. Summoning all the confidence I possessed, which was quite a lot, I replied, "I got you something." "You got me something?" he repeated, surprise evident in his voice. "According to every romantic movie ever made, it seemed like the ri

LENNOX My entire body responds, my world illuminated to its core. He takes my orgasm in his mouth, licks off the remaining traces from my cock, and swallows. When he rises to his feet, as if every action he just performed is the most natural thing in the world, I almost become hard again. Ashton appears utterly consumed by me. His breath heavy, his gaze roaming every limb, every inch of my flesh. I pull up my boxer-briefs and pants, but he grabs my hand before I can zip up. "One moment," he says, breathing heavily. "I need to be inside you." Need. He is desperate to climax. I let go and surrender to his desires. Whatever he needs, I would offer him. In the briefest window of time, we urgent