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Thomas slammed into his sweet spot that Leon came apart.
    His ears rang from the raggedness of his scream. Hot come spilled over Grady's fingers, but the man never stopped pulling, spreading the sticky fluid over his throbbing skin. All Leon could do was press as hard as he could against Thomas's hard body. And wish it didn't have to end.
    “Oh ... fuck ... Leon...”
    It wasn't quite a shout, but it echoed in Leon's ears as Thomas pushed into him one final time. His cock pulsed, hot come filling his channel. He shook from the force of his pleasure, and he was still trembling long after his erection softened. He could have moved away immediately, but he didn't take a step back, almost as if their bodies were fused together.
    Leon gulped for air, not lifting his head from where it rested on Grady's shoulder. “I think you pretty much made sure I won't be running again,” he panted. “My legs aren't going to work any time soon anyway.”
    “Good, because you've pretty much made sure I'd chase you down again.” Thomas brushed his fingers across Leon's neck. “I've got another bandana, if you want it.”
    The thoughtful gesture did more to shock Leon than getting slammed into the tree from a dead run. “Nah,” he said, hoping he didn't sound as rattled as he felt. “This way when you haul me in, it looks like I put up a fight.”
    “Yeah, I guess it does.” He stepped back and tucked himself into his pants. “You ran a little over a mile. Do you want to walk back, or wait here while I get Max?”
    “Walk.” The answer surprised him as much as it did Thomas. “My ankle can use the exercise.”
    “If you're sure.” Thomas unwrapped the rope from the branch, but he held it between his fingers, and didn't seem interested in forcing Leon's hands behind his back.
    He wasn't sure, but he didn't like the idea of being left alone at the tree, standing around helpless. He bent and pulled up his pants. Riding was going to be miserable. His ass would be sore. He'd feel the fucking every step of the way.
    He ducked his head to hide his smile. Running away had been worth it.
    Besides, he could escape just as easily from the U.S. Marshals in Sacramento anyway.
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    CHAPTER 6
    As soon as they reached Sacramento, Thomas felt torn. He knew he should turn Leon in, but that meant he'd have to lose the warm pressure of Leon's chest against his back. That meant never seeing Leon again. That meant going back on his promise to give Leon a decent meal, and though he knew he didn't owe Leon shit, he also knew he wasn't the sort of man to go back on his word. But he wasn't even sure what his word meant when Leon was sporting vibrant bruises on his throat, neck, and jaw, and could barely sit on the back of Max without wincing.
    He didn't stop Max as they passed the sheriff's office. Leon was tense behind him, and he didn't relax when Thomas kept the horse loping down the street. He didn't stop until he reached the Hotel Sacramento. Maybe he didn't owe Leon a meal, but he didn't know if he could drop him completely, without so much as a word.
    “What're you doing?” Leon asked when Thomas slid off.
    “We're having a drink. You can spare the time, can't you?”
    His shrewd eyes flickered between Thomas, and the hotel, then back to Thomas again. A ghost of a smile curved his mouth. “S'long as I'm not buying.”
    “You're not.”
    Thomas wrapped the reins around the hitching post, debating whether he should drag Leon through the hotel in ropes. But he strongly suspected that if he untied Leon now, the other man would bolt. Thomas would expect as much, and it'd be stupid to give him the chance when they were this close.
    He took Leon's arm and helped him dismount. He thought he saw a flash of pain in Leon's eyes as soon as his foot hit the ground, but maybe he had imagined it. It was getting more and more difficult to read Leon.
    Leon tensed when he attempted to lead him into the hotel. “What are the odds