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way McBride had with Quintus?
    Caleb never once looked back. He kept right on going onto the porch, into the house, and then shut the damn door! McBride’s gut reaction was to go over and see just what in the hell he thought he was doing, but he refrained. The last thing he should do was pitch a fit and reveal how distressed he was. If Caleb didn’t want him, then he wasn’t going to keep chasing after him. He had his pride.
    As he was standing there on the huge wraparound porch of the big house, feeling the cool air after a long, hot day, he recalled how many times he and Caleb had been at cross purposes. Too many times they’d let negative emotions get between them over a perceived slight rather than an intended one. As difficult as it was for McBride to cool his heels and wait for an answer with an open mind, he did just that. Until he heard from Caleb’s own lips exactly how he felt, McBride wasn’t going to jump to any conclusions.
    His grand plan took a terrible beating as he stood on the porch, gaze riveted to the little house, his mind imaging all kinds of tawdry things. Caleb cleaning his little gift in the shower, his soapy hands sliding over the thrall’s tight nipples and high, well-molded buttocks. Once he was clean, Caleb would dry him off and tease him into submission with his lips, teeth, and tongue. And then Caleb would bend his perfect little body over the bed, part his cheeks, and prime his hole for his prick. The last image was the one that enraged McBride. It was the thought of Caleb drilling his cock into the thrall’s backside as he whispered rough talk into his virgin ears. That was the image that pushed at him to go over, wrench open the door, and bellow at him.
    “Stop it.” McBride would have slapped himself to prevent his brain from spewing any more images at him, but he’d finally gotten his ear to stop bleeding and didn’t want it starting up again. Rather than focus on what Caleb might be doing while he was alone with a beautiful thrall, McBride mentally thanked him for finding out the source of his blinding headaches and crazy behavior.
    A malfunctioning communication unit could certainly cause all kinds of distress. Perhaps that was what had ailed his father. McBride frowned. Or maybe he was simply grasping at straws. He’d exhibited some very strange moods that might be connected to the unit but might not. Sadly, he was going to have to wait and see what happened. One major source of stress that he certainly didn’t need was wondering what was going to happen between him and Caleb. As much as he wanted to give him time, he also felt impatient. He wanted to move Caleb into his room tonight. He wanted to roll around in his big bed and finally claim him the way he’d always dreamed of. And then he wanted to wake up and do it all over again.
    Eventually, when McBride didn’t think he could take another second, Caleb exited the little house and locked the door. He looked up and right at McBride. A wicked little smirk twisted his upper lip. It was the exact same look Caleb always had right before he took some kind of sexual shot at McBride. Was that what he was gearing up for now? A dozen thoughts went through his head in an instant, the strangest being that Caleb was coming over to get McBride so they could share the thrall.
    When he got close, Caleb spoke, and it was so silky soft it was startling.
    “Let’s go in.” Caleb didn’t seem surprised that McBride was on the porch waiting for him. If anything, he looked as relaxed and peaceful as he’d ever been. The smirk had turned into a smile, and it was lighting up Caleb’s face. He went from attractive to dangerously handsome in the blink of an eye.
    McBride had a sudden sharp urge to grab him and fuck him right on the porch. Screw what anyone else thought. Maybe that was all he needed to get the man out of his system—one hard fuck and he’d be free. But he controlled himself. In this brave new world, he had no right to