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“But first, we’re gonna take a break.”

“A break?”

Ryan grinned as he unzipped his pants and took out his cock, then gave it a lazy tug. “Yeah. I’m a little tense, so on your knees, baby boy.”

He shouldn’t. He really, really shouldn’t. Not when he hated being called that and needed to make it clear once and for all that he was to be taken seriously. But he couldn’t drag his eyes off that cock, which was plumping in Ryan’s hand, and before he knew it, he was on his knees.

And when he had that cock in his mouth, Ryan ramming it down his throat until tears and snot and saliva covered Alex’s face, it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered except that and how good it made him feel.

Fuck.

He was such a slut.

4

About the only thing Ryan liked more than sex was a good case, and this definitely qualified as one. With most cases he’d handled, either as a homicide detective or as a PI, he’d had a clear idea of where to go from the start or developed one soon after, but this one had him stumped. None of the research they’d done so far had hinted at a possible suspect or a motive, which was unusual.

Ryan loved it. It got his blood all fired up, reminding him of his days as a detective in Austin. Not that he’d ever want to go back there. Or to that job. Too many painful memories. No, he’d focus on rebuilding a life here.

When Wander had asked him to formally join the team, Ryan hadn’t needed much time to consider it, much to his own surprise. He liked Wander, loved working for him, and he could hardly complain about the benefits, which included his new shadow, Alex. The kid was deliciously dirty and horny, and Ryan was here for it.

He’d expected to grow irritated by sharing a house with so many others, but he had enough alone time to make up for the companionship at mealtimes. His room was plenty big and had a little sitting area with a couch and TV where Ryan could hang out if he needed to be by himself. Which was less often than he would’ve guessed.

The couch was also perfect to bend Alex over, one of Ryan’s favorite ways to relax after a long day. And fuck, the kid loved it just as much. He was always ready for it, always prepped—though that was also at Ryan’s request. The last thing he wanted when in the mood to fuck was to waste valuable time prepping the boy’s ass when the kid could do that job perfectly well himself. So Ryan had made clear he expected Alex to be ready for him, and Alex had obeyed so far. One of the many reasons why they were a good match.

For sex. Just sex.

Wander had mentioned Alex needed a Dom to get more training as a sub. He’d done a few sessions at The Exchange with different Doms, experimenting with bondage and impact play, but he needed a more consistent approach. Wander had looked at Ryan when he’d mentioned that, but Ryan had pretended to not get the hint. He wasn’t training Alex or anyone else. His days as a Dom were over, even if his hands sometimes itched to get back into it.

Alex would be such a perfect sub. Ryan had no doubt about that. Breaking in a new sub was always fun, and a little slut like Alex? Ryan could think of a million things to do with him, so many ways to push his buttons and force him out of his comfort zone. He was so wonderfully responsive and so goddamn eager.

But Ryan wouldn’t have the honor of training Alex. He couldn’t do it, even when the thought of someone else training Alex pissed him off for some reason. No, he needed to keep his emotional distance from Alex. And if that meant he was sometimes a bit more cruel and dismissive than usual, even with subs who loved humiliation play, so be it. Alex couldn’t latch onto him.

Anyway, he had to focus on business rather than pleasure right now. They were on their way to the Saratoga Race Course to meet with Daisy, a friend of Marilyn’s who worked at the track and was willing to give them a tour. Hopefully, they’d also run into some other people they could ask questions.

They parked in the massive parking lot, which sat all but empty, the wind whipping up mini tornadoes of leaves. It felt desolate, even a little ominous.

“Ever feel like you’re in a post-apocalyptic movie?” Ryan asked as they walked toward the entrance. “You know, where there’s only two of us left on Earth and one of us has to repopulate the planet?”

Alex snorted. “Can’t say that I do.”

“We’ve already got the sex part down. We just need to work on our procreation skills.”

Alex chuckled at the lame joke. “Good luck with that. I think we’re missing some necessary equipment.”

“We could still practice?”

Alex was quiet for a moment. “I’m always up for that…but not today. I have my first scene with Master Mark tonight.”

Master Mark? He was a Dom Wander had met at The Exchange. Ryan had met the man twice and hadn’t hated him, which was high praise in his book. Didn’t mean he was happy about him training Alex. “Why?”

“Because I want to become a better sub, and he’s willing to teach me.”

Fuck. Wander had found someone for Alex then. Ryan could hardly be upset since he’d rejected the job himself. So why did it sting? “Have fun with that,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“Thanks. I’m not surefunis the right term, but I’m sure I’ll learn a lot.”

Ryan ruthlessly shoved down the emotions inside him and focused on the case. He’d become an expert at that over the last few years.