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“You realize I could throw you out of this house, don’t you?”

Gray pulled in a slow breath.

I still had my hands up against his chest.

“Heard a rumor you punched a guy out, but I didn’t actuallybelieveit until now.”

My chest went molten hot.

It was as if the world just tipped on its axis, and the floor had given out under my feet.

No.

There’s no fucking way he could know about that.

No, no, no, goddamnit no.

CHAPTER 10

GRAY

Is it wrong to get hard when a jock shoves you up against a wall?

It is bad to get even harder when you finally tell him that you know about his little incident at a bar, and you see the white-hot rage in his eyes?

Or am I just drunk?

Fucked-up beyond measure?

Thinking only with my cock because my brain is steeped in whiskey?

His hands were still on my chest, gripping with a fury I hadn’t felt in him before. I wanted him to grip harder.

See those eyes narrow even more, with me in their sights.

The feeling of this—of being pushed up against a wall by a man who was stronger than me, but who craved my cock like it was his preferred fucking drug? There was no better feeling in the world.

And I really, really am starting to like you too much.

But as always, there was another part of the truth.

The truth was that I didn’t like seeing Andrew upset, even if I did have a penchant for a hot streak. I didn’t want to be the reason he was in pain.

But I felt like I’d just found the only soft spot in a knight’s full metal armor.

So hehadgotten into a bad bar fight.

I didn’t know the details.

Didn’t know who he’d punched, or why.

But as far as I could tell, it was theonlything Andrew Peachel had ever done wrong in his life. In all my research, all I could find was that this man had been nothing but beloved for his entire goddamned life.

His parents loved him.

Every coach he’d ever worked with.

All of his friends, family, and former teachers only ever seemed to say great things about the guy.