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something.”
    He dropped his arm, releasing Trev’s dick. If those weren’t the deadliest words ever invented—
    “Yo, guys?” Des yelled from the dining room. “Game’s on. You coming to play?”
    “Be right out,” Max yelled back, though where he found the presence of mind to answer, he had no idea. His brain seemed to have stopped functioning.
    “We need to talk,” Trev said.
    Max’s stomach twisted. Whatever Trev had to say, he strongly suspected he didn’t want to hear it. “About?”
    Trev shook his head. “Things.”
    “Real specific there, mate.”
    “Alex is dealing,” Des called again. “You in or out?”
    “In,” Max called back. Not because he wanted to play, but because he didn’t want to hear whatever Trev had to tell him. Every fiber of his being rebelled against it. Trev had never needed to talk before. Not about them. When it came to them, actions always spoke louder than words.
    “I’m out,” Trev murmured, and judging by the level of his voice, he was not addressing anyone outside of the kitchen.
    Max took a breath, and then another one, filling his lungs with oxygen. Perhaps a little air would slow the malicious hammering of his heart.
    It didn’t.
    Trev was out.
    Fuck.
    “Okay, then.” Max nodded and hitched a thumb over his shoulder. “I’m gonna play.” Fully aware that he was walking away from whatever Trev had to tell him, he stepped out of the kitchen.

Chapter Three
    The evening could not have progressed more sluggishly. Max wanted out. He wanted to head for the door. He wanted to get the hell away from Trev’s house and Trev’s bed and Trev’s fucking body.
    No, he didn’t. He wanted to stay as close to Trev as humanly possible. He wanted Trev in his life forever. He wanted… Fuck knew what he wanted anymore. Not this. Not Trev’s notable absence at his own table. Not the ache in his gut every time he heard Trev’s murmured “I’m out” in his head. Not the questioning looks everyone flashed him when he walked out of the kitchen alone.
    He didn’t want any of this. He wanted him and Trev alone. Together. End of story.
    Trev didn’t stay in the kitchen the whole evening. Ten minutes tops and he was back, newly filled ice bucket in hand and a whole lot more drinks to replace the now empty bottles lining the table.
    Trev helped himself to a beer, sat down and played a determined game of poker for the rest of the night. He didn’t look at Max, and Max didn’t look at him.
    When midnight arrived and the game wound down, everyone stood around saying goodbye. Max grabbed his keys and made for the door, anxious to get out of the house, yet reluctant to walk away. He had to get away from Trev, and he never wanted to leave his fucking side.
    Jesus, he was a mess.
    He didn’t make it outside. An iron fist clamped around his shoulder, physically preventing him from leaving. To anyone watching, it probably looked like a friendly clap on the back.
    It wasn’t.
    Des, Alex and Megan left, followed by the terrible trips.
    Trev sent them all on their way with happy farewells and a carefree grin. Then he slammed the door shut behind them, slammed Max into the door and kissed him until Max dropped his keys, gasped for air and burned for the man torturing him with his mouth.
    “You don’t walk away from me,” Trev exploded. Without waiting for Max’s reply, he yanked his shirt over his head. “You don’t get to spend six weeks out the country, then come back and fuck with my mind. Or my body.” He grabbed Max’s shirt around the neckline and jerked it up, trying to get it off. “You understand me?”
    The rasp of cotton ripping should have shocked Max, but it didn’t. It just aroused him more, which shouldn’t have been possible, since that one kiss from Trev had him full to bursting. “Who’s fucking with who?” he shot back. “You said we had to talk, not me. You told me you were out.”
    Trev growled and tore the shirt in two so it hung like a rag from