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to Keata, pulling him into his arms as Hawk grabbed Johnny, peppering kisses all over his face.
    “Relax, G got us. He wouldn’t let anything happen to us, right?” Cecil turned toward George and saw the seat was empty. Traitor.
    “Can we stay?” Blair asked his mate.
    “If that’s what you want, Sunshine.” Kota looked over his shoulder. “What do you say, Maverick? Have a little fun with our mates?”
    Maverick eyed Cecil, never able to stay mad at him for more than two seconds. “Okay, but no touching, or I’ll have to kill some strippers.”

    * * * *
    George slid next to Tank, staring at the stage as he pushed his fingers into Tank’s hand.
    Tank swallowed hard, not sure how to handle this. Did he pull his mate in his arms or let him make the moves? He decided to let George lead the way.
    The warriors laughed as the mates whooped and hollered, crumbling the dollar bills up and tossing them on stage since they couldn’t put it in their G-strings.
    Cecil leaned forward, and Maverick growled, pulling his mate back. “Cecil,” Maverick warned.
    “What?” He looked at Maverick innocently.
    “Having a good time?” Tank asked George, as he laughed at Cecil’s antics.

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    “Yeah, I am.” George leaned over and kissed Tank. Not a peck, but a full-blown, blazing kiss. He knew his cowboy was a little nervous doing it in public—a lot of nervous, if his stiffness was anything to go by. Tank took the kiss deeper until his mate laughed.
    Kind of an odd time to do that.
    “What’s so funny?” Tank pulled George closer, wanting another taste. Those kiss swollen lips called to him.
    “Drew.”
    “You’ll have to tell me about it sometime.” Tank placed the pad of his index finger under his mate’s chin, raising it, and kissed George again. “Will you stay the night with me?” He prayed he hadn’t stepped over an invisible line and pushed too fast again.
    “Okay.”
    Tank wanted to grab his cowboy and run home. Instead, he sat back and enjoyed watching the little guys jump around and toss money at the performers. He wrapped his arm around his mate, thankful Cecil and the others didn’t listen to him when he warned them away from George.

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    Chapter Six

    “I want to top this time.”
    Tank looked at George like he was the devil asking to barter his soul.
    George waited for Tank to answer him, already feeling the animosity building inside of him. He knew Tank had never bottomed, but neither had he. He wasn’t saying he didn’t like it. It was different, and it had felt great, but it was his turn, dammit.
    Tank nodded.
    George wanted to chuckle. The man looked like he just agreed to go in front of a firing squad.
    Tank must have thought he was sinking into George, please. Wait a minute, did Tank agree? “Really?” George stared at him openmouthed.
    “Close your damn mouth, and I mean that literally. Nobody better find out.” Tank grabbed the lube from the drawer, slapping it into George’s hand.
    They both fell over trying to get out of their clothes. George moved out of the way as Tank became unbalanced, tangled in his jeans, and nearly falling into him. The big galoot was too massive to catch. George would be scraping himself off of the wall.
    “Swear.” George grinned from ear to ear as he climbed onto the bed with Tank. “Okay, mate , bend over.”
    “Don’t start, George.” Tank growled as he climbed onto the bed, rolled over onto his back and spreading his legs.
    “A guy’s gotta have some fun…” He slapped Tank’s hip. “Bend over.”

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    “No.” Tank crossed his arms over his chest.
    “Why are you being so difficult? I gave it up without an argument.
    Now hush and roll over onto your damn knees.” George slapped the lube bottle on Tank’s thigh.
    “Why can’t we do it this way? I want to look into your eyes.” Tank pouted. George thought he looked cute as a button with his bottom lip stuck out.
    “That’s so sweet…bend