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Jones released Brian s arms, and Brian instantly pushed up so he rested on one elbow and
twisted his upper body. Wrapping his other arm around Jones neck, Brian pulled his Dom in for
a kiss.
When Jones gasped and returned the kiss, Brian let the heat spread. Jones hand worked
Brian s cock, but the passion went deeper.
We can try any position you want. Please, I need this. I want it with you, Brian said
against Jones mouth.
Jones thrust hard and kissed Brian again. The pace increased, and Brian held tight as
Jones drove him to a release deep inside. Jones! Brian shuddered.
Poor little rich guy gets his way. What a submissive. Jones ground to Brian, fucking
hard to release with a grin. I should really punish you, but you d like it.
Jones rolled off and Brian turned to face his man. I would enjoy it. So would you. Your
choice. Brian stretched and tried not to look too happy. Jones was annoyed. Brian didn t know
how to make this better. It was selfish, but Jones could shut down the sex play at any time. One
minute, Brian felt close to the hot bodyguard, and the next, there was distance.
I ll make it up to you tomorrow. Anything you want. Brian tangled his leg with Jones .
Jones nodded and frowned. He moved up to the head of the bed. What s that blinking
light?
Brian glanced. Oh, I ve got a message. Who would call me at home? Everyone has my
cell. He grabbed the receiver and dialed for his voicemail.
Why do you have a landline? Jones asked.
My aunt set up the place for me while I was in New York. Brian started the new
message.
Go back to New York, the voice whispered.
Brian pulled the phone away. That s weird.
Jones took the receiver and replayed the message. He punched buttons and looked at the
display. The number is blocked.
Brian shrugged and snuggled close to Jones. Is it that bad?
No, not even a threat. Probably the guy who left the note. But your supporters will only
instigate the protestors. Jones held Brian.
He didn t deserve Jones. Brian knew it was just stolen time. But he felt safe and wanted it
to be the real thing with a possible future for them. I like my friends showing support. It ll make
me feel less alone. At least, you re tuned into the gay culture enough to have figured it out.
Brian nipped Jones shoulder.
It fuels the fire and sends the message that there s something to protest. We need to
downplay the issue. You re opening a business not campaigning for gay marriage in Texas.
Brian grabbed the blanket from the foot of the bed and pulled it onto them. I ll call them
off tomorrow, but if it doesn t help, I can always call them back.
Jones shifted the pillows. The silence made Brian crazy.
I m sure you have plenty of men after you in Texas. They ll protest for you and do you
doggie. I m just trying to keep you safe. I can t always do what you want. My job isn t to be
your friend or fuck buddy. Jones rolled onto his side, facing away from Brian.
Brian tugged the blanket tight around him and faced away from Jones. For a spring night,
things got very chilly.
* * * *
Jones hated guilt. That s why he avoided relationships. He d learned clingy didn t help a
sexy image. But Brian had gotten the position he d wanted last night, and still, he was aloof
today.
The message had Brian a little freaked out, but it put Jones on his guard, as well.
Normally, danger brought couples closer together. But Jones couldn t comfort and screw Brian
non-stop, no matter how much he wanted to.
When Brian sent his staff home at six the next evening, Jones did the same, expecting
Brian to head back to the condo. Make up sex was what Jones needed, but first, he had to punish
his rebellious sub for being distant today. Maybe Brian needed some discipline, and this was his
way of getting it?
But as the last of the staff trickled out, Brian didn t go for the office. Instead, he went for
the big box of rope in the middle of the floor.
What are you doing? Jones asked.
I need to get this up and out of the way. Brian shook his head. It takes some muscle.
Want to help?
I sent my guys home. We should call it a night. Jones didn t like the exposure.
Come on. If we both get to it, it ll be done. Brian looped a piece of the heavy rope and
started to wrap the base of the pole with it.
How do you get it to stick? Jones moved closer.
Stake it and wrap it tight. It s for looks. Brian made it three feet up and staked the rope.
I ll get a ladder from the back. Jones retrieved the tallest one and set it up. The whole
thing was crazy! But as he saw the rope overtake the pole, Jones had to admit the look added
something to the room. At least, only two poles needed the treatment.
An hour later, they were a pole and a half down. The hard work had them shirtless. Jones
pressed the rope tight as Brian wound it, tempting Jones without even trying. This time around
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