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me.
    When he couldn’t finish, Damon did so for him. “If you can’t say it, you don’t get it.”
    “Jesus, Damon.”
    “What are you looking for from me?” Damon demanded, although his voice remained low and control ed. Two days
    ago, Tanner wouldn’t have had an answer beyond fulfil ing Jesse’s wish. Now, the answer was more complicated, his
    body more than wil ing to do whatever this man wanted him to do.
    He wanted so much…things he never thought he had wanted.
    He wanted forgiveness. But how could he ever expect that from Damon when he couldn’t even forgive himself?
    Damon looked like he was about t o reach out and touch him, but then he pul ed back. Tanner realized that hi s skin
    prickled at even the thought of contact. “Are you this good? Do you make al the guys you’re with want you the way I do?”
    “Yes.”
    God, Tanner wanted him to be lying, wanted to be special for Damon and hated himself for giving a fuck. His body
    was taut, aching to be pul ed into Damon’s… “Okay, then. I guess I’m going to get out of here.”
    “That would probably be best.”
    No, it wouldn’t be, but Tanner didn’t argue. Instead, he left without looking back, drove home and paced around the
    floor of his townhouse until he was sure he’d worn a groove in the floor.
    If you go to him…
    He shook off the thought, the fear that bal ed tightly in his bel y, because that al fought with his arousal.
    His cock won.
    Damon could and would take him in any way he wanted. Tanner had known that from the second he’d met the Dom
    and stil , he hadn’t been able to stay away. He’d never thought himself capable of any kind of real feeling—not like this.
    The fact that Damon dismissed him so easily and had left with someone else was too much for Tanner. Because as
    much as he wanted Damon to claim him, he knew he’d already laid claim to Damon and he wasn’t giving him up without
    a fight.
    Fighting was something he understood wel , was as used to it as breathing. He’d been doing it his whole life.
    Growing up with a silver spoon in his mouth never sat wel with Tanner. He was always somewhere doing something
    he wasn’t supposed to, whether it was fixing a car or hanging out with the staff…doing things that were beneath his
    station, as his mother would put it.
    He’d refused boarding school even though he was the first in a long line to do so and went to public school instead.
    And the Army had been his escape, his salvation, a place where no one looked down on him for working with his hands
    or getting dirty.
    He was made to be a warrior—he felt that deep down in his bones, never felt more comfortable or right than when he
    was in his cammies…at least he had, until Jesse’s death had him reeling.
    It shouldn’t be surprising that it had taken a warrior like Damon to final y understand him. He didn’t have Damon’s file,
    but he could imagine that man on the missions that were so classified they never had a paper trail. He wondered if
    Damon was stil plugged in enough to know that Tanner had been handpicked for Delta training, which didn’t guarantee
    entrance to the elite ops team, but rather a chance to prove himself worthy.
    He had a lot to look forward to, and if Damon could forgive him for Jesse’s death…maybe then he could forgive
    himself.
    A knock o n the service door registered with Damon through hi s haze o f sleep. As h e dragged himself o ut o f bed,
    muttering something about it being too late for someone to be visiting even though it was only midnight, he checked the
    camera and saw the cab leaving the parking lot and Tanner standing out in the hailstorm slamming his fist against the
    door.
    The man had the nerve to be pounding angrily on his door? No, Damon was the angry one—had been enough that
    he’d left the damned party right after Tanner had…and had been alone when he’d done so.
    He’d bypassed the pounding music and the crowded club in favor of bed and had just fal en