“You look tired.”

I swear to everyone who will listen, I’m gonna kill this asshole one of these days. I take the time and trouble to put on a fucking monkey suit and the first words out of Tank’s mouth are you look tired?

Fuck him. And fuck Rebel and his crazy idea of making us pass off as boyfriends. Like anyone who sees us would even believe it for one second. Like we’re not gonna end up killing each other way before our contract is up.

“Thank you,” I say with as much sarcasm as I can manage.

He, of course, looks hot as fuck. Who knew that a man like Tank would make a tux appear sexy? I mean, seriously, the fabric stretches around his massive body, showing off in all the right places. I had figured he’d seem kinda out of his element, since he’s such a casual dress type, but hot damn, this is beyond hot.

Not that I would ever admit that to him. Hell, no. Tank does not need any more ammo to use against me.

He casually reaches for my hands and laces our fingers together. “Late shift yesterday?” he asks.

I’m so surprised I stumble as we make our way inside, and he has to steady me to prevent me from falling flat on my face. “Erm, yeah, actually. I pulled a double ‘cause I needed tonight off.”

He nods. “I figured.”

This has to be the first time since I’ve met him that he doesn’t assume the worst. I mean, two months ago he would’ve sneered something about me partying or something.

The hotel ballroom is decorated as if someone barfed pink inside. Every surface is covered with glittery streamers, balloons, banners—all pink. I know it’s for a breast cancer charity, and trust me, I know how important funding is to research this horrific disease, but there is such a thing as too much pink, and they reached that stage fifteen thousand pink balloons ago. I guess I am too gay to appreciate the bawdiness of this. Or not gay enough, who the fuck knows. But hey, we’re here to support Rebel, and that’s what I intend to do.

“Hi, guys!”

That’s Pixie’s sweet voice. He all but hops toward us, all happy and innocent looking. I sometimes wish I could take him home, you know, just to cheer me up when I’m down. He is one little bubble of happiness, and god, I want that in my life.

“Hey, kiddo,” I say, and give him a quick kiss on those pink lips. “You look super cute.”

He’s wearing a tux as well, but with a soft pink shirt and a darker pink cummerbund and bow tie. It looks frigging adorable on him.

He pouts a little. “I was going for sexy,” he says.

“You couldn’t manage to not look sexy,” I say and ruffle his hair.

He sends me a blinding grin, then gives Tank the same treatment. He bestows one of his rare smiles on him, and I’m grateful that he manages to overcome his usual surliness for the kid. I’m strangely protective of him, as most of us are, Bear especially, I’ve noticed. But maybe Tank is too, because he’s more friendly toward him than anyone else.

“I was so happy to hear you guys are dating,” Pixie beams. “I knew you would be perfect for each other once you’d get over yourselves.”

I snort. “Get over ourselves? What do you mean?”

Pixie shrugs. “You guys pretending to hate each other.”

Tank and I look at each other. We’ve promised to keep up the ruse, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna lie about everything. “Erm, I hate to burst your bubble, but I really did hate his guts, and I’m pretty sure that was mutual.”

Pixie looks from me to Tank and back. “Seriously? You’re still going with that? Sheesh, I would’ve thought a couple of porn stars would recognize foreplay when they encountered it.”

Tank squeezes my hand so hard I wince.

“Foreplay?” he power-whispers.

Several heads around us turn in our direction, but Pixie is unfazed. “Yes, foreplay. You guys have been dancing around each other for months before you finally gave in to the sexual tension. It was all foreplay. That’s why that first scene was so fucking explosive. You guys had a lot of pent-up tension to get out of your system.”

My mouth drops open a little but Tank’s is working just fine. He drops my hand like it’s a hot potato and sends Pixie a dismissive look. “You’re delusional.”

“Hey,” Rebels joins us, mercifully ending Pixie’s more than awkward line of conversation.

Foreplay. What kind of drugs is that kid on?

I turn around to greet Rebel and Troy properly and blink a few times when I take them in. “Holy hell, you two should come with a warning. That’s too much hotness for one couple.”

Rebel especially looks hella sexy in his tux. God, I love his hair. I have many fond memories of holding it with both hands while fucking him. Well, I have many fond memories of fucking him in general or being fucked by him. His cock is something else, I’ll tell you that, and he damn well knows how to use it, too.

“If you guys ever wanna do a threesome, I’m—”

A meaty hand clamps over my mouth before I can finish that sentence. “He’s making an attempt at a joke,” Tank says in that low, stern voice of his. “A rather poor attempt, I may add.”

I want to say something, but his hand is still on my mouth, and he’s not being subtle about it. What the hell is his problem?

Then I realize two things. First of all, I’m supposed to be dating Tank, so my joke was a little in poor taste. And secondly, there’s something in Troy’s eyes that makes me regret what I said. It’s a flash of uncertainty that I caused, and I feel like a total jerk.

“Forgive Brewer, Troy,” Tank says. “His sense of humor leaves a little to be desired. We’re working on it.”

Could he be any more condescending? I highly doubt it. My insides burn, but I can’t deny it was a dick move on my part, even if it was unintentional. So I relax against Tank’s hand and let myself lean back against his body in partial surrender.

He emits a low growl in his body that no one probably heard except for me and slowly removes his hand as if to test if I’m gonna say anything more stupid.

Then he bends over and puts his mouth right next to my ear. “Do I need to stuff your mouth with my cock again to make sure you keep your inconsiderate trap shut?”

Much to my dismay, my first reaction is yes, please. Thank fuck I do manage to keep that in, because holy hell, Tank would have a field day with that one. Still, I can’t suppress a tiny shudder, but I try to disguise it by gently shaking my head.

“No, I’ll be good.”

I’ll be good? What the everloving fuck? When did Tank become my daddy? God, I need to get a grip on myself before I embarrass myself even more.

I want to move away from Tank, who’s still like a wall of muscle behind me, but he casually drapes an arm around my waist and pulls me back against him. I shift in protest, but then I feel his cock against my ass. He’s hard as iron. For once, I’m grateful I’m wearing a jacket, because it covers up my own dick which plumps up immediately when I feel that massive erection against me.

I look up to find Pixie studying me, softly shaking his head. There’s a mix of sadness and longing in his eyes. “As I said, foreplay.”

Rebel and Troy give each other a confused look, but I ignore them. Pixie, too, since at this point I really don’t know what to say anymore. It’s hard to deny the sexual tension between me and Tank right now when we’re both rock hard.

“Yeah, so,” Rebel says, clearing his throat. “Thanks so much for coming. There’s a buffet first, but at nine, the photo op starts. We’ve hired a photographer and we have a perfect backdrop. The guests pay as much as they want for a picture with one or more of us, but the minimum donation is twenty-five dollars. Wear your bow tie and pants only.”

This isn’t new information, but it hits me suddenly that in an hour, Tank and I will have to stand there for hours, posing for pictures with hundreds of people, while having nothing to cover us up. More specifically, having nothing to hide this hard on I’m still sporting.

I push back subtly with my ass. Yup, his hasn’t gone anywhere either.

While Rebel explains a little more about the night’s events, I keep ever-so-gently rubbing my ass against Tank’s crotch. His arm that’s still snaked around my waist tightens.

“Stop grinding,” he hisses in my ear when we’re all watching some woman give the welcome speech.

My answer is to push back even harder. If I have to suffer, he’s gonna damn well gonna share in my misery. Plus, call me sado-masochistic, but I so enjoy pushing Tank’s buttons—in this case more or less literally.

For a few minutes, we play this game where I grind against Tank without anyone noticing, while he tries to prevent it without pushing me away and attracting too much attention to himself and his...predicament. He’s doing that low growling thing again, and it’s only egging me on.

Then his hand moves from my waist to my biceps, and those strong fingers dig in hard. “Excuse us,” Tank says to the others, and before they can say a word, he drags me outside of the ballroom. Once we’re in the hallway of the hotel, he looks around, but doesn’t let go of my arm.

Apparently, he finds what he’s looking for, because he pulls me along while he’s walking farther down the hallway, until we reach a door. It’s a family bathroom. Tank pushes me inside and locks the door behind us.

I turn around to face him, but before I can say a word his mouth is on mine, crushing me, invading me. I open up immediately, moaning against his demanding lips, his slick tongue.

His hand wraps around my throat, a gesture we both know turns me on so fucking much. I let out another moan, and it mingles with his low grunt of approval. His other hand unbuttons my jacket, then unbuckles my belt, and those long fingers sneak under my waistband and tease my cockhead.

I pull back, stare at him with a heaving chest. “We can’t get these monkey suits crinkled. Everyone will know.”

He removes his hand from my throat. “Strip.”

He’s telling me as much as himself, and we both quickly remove our jackets, then our shoes and pants, gently placing them on a pull-down table meant for changing babies. I even remove my shirt, wanting to make sure I don’t end up with cum on it.

“I’m not taking off my socks,” Tank says defiantly, and I snort.

“Dude, like I care,” I say, taking a condom and a packet of lube from my wallet. “Besides, this is a public restroom. No fucking way I’m walking around here barefoot.”

And then he smiles. It’s the first time Tank has ever shown me that rare smile of his, and my stomach does a little flutter thing I don’t want to think about too much.

He reaches out his hand, and it takes me a second to realize he’s asking for the condom and lube. Still, there’s something in his eyes, something vulnerable, as if he’s not sure I’ll hand them over. And then I understand.

“I have no interest in topping you right now,” I say, my voice rough. “I’m horny as fuck, and I need you to make me come so I can last through the rest of the evening without getting hard again.”

His smile widens. “I think I can accommodate you.”

He doesn’t need to say anything. I turn around and brace myself against the wall, sticking my ass back and canting my hips.

Within seconds, he’s got the condom rolled on, and I hear him tear open the lube. I love a man who knows what he’s doing.

Without saying a word, his slick fingers find my entrance, and he pushes two fingers in with ease. Once he’s in, he waits until I’ve relaxed around him, and then starts stretching me with methodical movements. As always, my body adjusts quickly, and he adds another finger.

“You good?” he checks once he gets those in with ease.

“Yeah.”

Then that rough, strong body lines up with mine, and I exhale on a little whimper as his fat cock breeches me. I didn’t know how much I needed this, needed him, until he fills me, slowly, but completely, until his big balls are rubbing against me.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunts, giving the last little push until he’s buried all the way.

I expect him to start pounding, but he doesn’t. Instead, one hand comes around me to wrap around my cock, which sends a shiver down my spine. Then his other hand finds my mouth and he pushes two fingers in.

“Suck,” he orders me, and I open up automatically.

Then he starts sliding in and out of me with slow, graceful moves, and the combined sensation of that thick cock in my ass, that perfect pressure on my own cock, and my mouth sucking off his fingers is a complete overload for my system. I swear, one minute of this and I’ll explode like a fucking volcano.