Free SE Jakes Bound By Honor by SE Jakes

know Damon wel enough to know if that interest was feigned or real.
    Tanner wanted it to be faked so badly it hurt. He finished the beer and slammed it on the table next to him a little too
    hard.
    “I’ve seen him look over at you a couple of times. Why don’t you just go over there?” Sawyer asked.
    “I can’t.” Tanner would have to harden his damned heart. He’d been doing what Jesse asked, not looking for the love
    of his life.
    What did it mean that he’d even considered Damon having the potential to be a great love? In the space of a week—
    technical y, only two nights—Damon had turned him inside out, had Tanner craving his touch.
    Had him wondering how the hel Damon knew him so wel .
    You’re not a goddamned bottom , he told himself fiercely, which didn’t explain why he had dreams where Damon was
    buried to the hilt in his ass. In those dreams, Tanner loved every minute of it.
    Dream Tanner was obviously an idiot. An extremely horny one that…
    “You’re not going to say hi?”
    Damon’s voice broke Tanner’s reverie—he looked at the dark-haired man as Sawyer moved away and felt his
    cheeks heat. “I didn’t know—”
    “That I’d served?” Damon paused and handed Tanner one of the beers he’d been holding. “You did.”
    I t wa s true…the commands inherent i n Damon’s tone ha d been what Tanner wa s used t o . The wa y Damon held
    himself…yes, it was crystal clear now.
    And it made Damon that much more attractive to him.
    Tanner took a slug of the beer and then asked, “Are you taking that guy home with you?”
    Damon raised a brow. “Why? Does that bother you?”
    Tanner didn’t answer. Couldn’t. He just knew it did. Tonight, he would dream of Damon and he’d wake up coming with
    Damon’s name on his lips. And Damon was basical y tel ing him that yes, the guy was going home with him, to his loft…
    the bed Tanner had slept in last night.
    He’d wanted nothing more than to wake up next to Damon, had hoped the man would move into the bed with him. But
    when Tanner had opened his eyes and saw he was alone, that Damon had remained on the couch sleeping, he knew
    that al of this was simply a favor for Jesse.
    And stil , he heard himself asking Damon, “Take me home with you instead.”
    “If I do, you’l run again,” Damon told him, pushed past him to walk away.
    “You promised,” he blurted out.
    “I guess we’ve both broken a couple, so let’s cal it even,” Damon said smoothly. Detached. Not the same man who’d
    had Tanner over his knee and then just held him.
    Tanner hated feeling this lost. He resented the hel out of Jesse for making him make this promise, hated that he
    wanted Damon more than he’d wanted anyone in his life.
    He moved closer to Damon, lowered his voice. “I’m having trouble, Damon. It’s not my scene.”
    “Doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a sample every now and again. Doesn’t mean you can’t learn something about
    yourself when you’re tied down or spanked.”
    Tanner thought about the truth in that statement. He’d learned the fine line between pleasure and pain a long time
    ago.
    “Submission is a gift,” Damon continued. “I don’t take that lightly.”
    “You did that first night.”
    “That night had nothing to do with submission. For either of us.” Damon paused. “Why do you fear the loss of control?
    Because you think it makes you helpless? Weak?”
    “I was, with Hunt and Joe.”
    “That’s because that wasn’t submission. It’s not about fear. It’s about pleasure. Yours. You’re the one who cal s the
    shots.
    I can make you feel so good…can turn you inside out, upside down. I can have you begging me to fuck you, own
    you…”
    Tanner didn’t doubt it. The power of Damon’s words alone were enough to make him practical y come in his pants in
    the middle of a crowded party. “I don’t want…”
    “What?”
    “Al that whip-and-chain shit…I just want…” Skin to skin with you. You holding