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not bottom.
    Ever.

Chapter Three
    “Oh, yeah, yeah…” Grey dug the side of his face into the mattress and thrust his ass up with every rough shove down of Sirus’s cock. “Fuck me, man, fuck me hard!” In answer, Sirus grabbed Grey’s hips and drove his huge length home, ripping Grey wide open and exposing his weakness in every way. “Ahh!” Grey jerked, suddenly scared to take it—and nearly hacked his finger off when he snapped out of his fantasy and found himself standing in the kitchen trying to slice a tomato.
    Cursing for real this time, Grey threw the knife in the sink and stuck his finger in his mouth, his sandwich forgotten. He glanced at his watch as he made his way to the bathroom for some antiseptic and gauze, stunned to see it was nearly six o’clock. He had started making that sandwich almost an hour ago, but like all day today, his thoughts kept returning to Sirus, pulling him into a daydream that felt a whole hell of a lot like a nightmare.
    I don’t take a fucking . Hell, he didn’t even give them anymore.
    Walking out of the shower this morning, Grey had psyched himself up to stare Sirus down and face what happened earlier this morning, refusing to hide from the man just because they saw each other jerk off. Only, Grey came out of the bathroom, with a speech all prepared, and Sirus was nowhere to be found. Grey figured on any one of a dozen possibilities why the other man might be out, and he didn’t sweat having to put off the uncomfortable conversation. Now, nearly a dozen hours later with no sign of Sirus, Grey wondered if his Peeping Tom act hadn’t run the guy out of the cabin for good.
    Bandage secured around his index finger, Grey tore to Sirus’s bedroom and pushed his way inside, pulling dresser drawers and closet doors open, searching for clothes, only to find empty space after empty space, where at least a sweater or a pair of jeans ought to be.
    “Fuck.” Grey turned in a circle, burying his hands in his hair. “I ran him off.”
    Great. The man would rather live in a cabin with no running water than risk Grey spying on him again. Perfect. Just perfect. His sister would kill him.
    Grey rounded to the mirror and leaned in, bracing his hands on the dresser. “No, she won’t,” he talked to his reflection, “because you’re going to go over to Sirus’s cabin and fix this mess you started.” He noted the wildness in his eyes and the disarray of his hair, and quickly straightened, forcing himself to breathe normally. “Get control of the situation, Greyson.” He combed his hair into order with his fingers. “Don’t be a pussy.
    Do it now, before it gets out of hand.”
    Taking another few breaths to calm the chaos that often tried to edge its way into his world, Grey closed the closet and all of the drawers he’d opened, grabbed his coat off the hook by the front door, and went in search of his runaway roommate.

Grey killed the motorboat’s engine just before reaching Sirus’s dock. At least, he hoped it was Sirus’s dock. Sirus had said “the cabin across the lake” last night during Grey’s dinner interrogation, so he hoped the guy hadn’t actually been speaking in more general terms that might include the cabins on the east and west side of the water.
    He tied the boat off and hoisted himself onto the dock, shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, and trudged up the sloping land to a cabin that appeared slightly smaller than his did. As Grey got closer, the thrashing sounds of Guns-n-Roses Welcome to the Jungle hit his ears, drawing out a chuckle. Yeah, Grey figured he had the right place. Sirus Wilder just seemed like an old-school rock music kind of guy.
    Taking the stairs two at a time, Grey rapped a sharp knock on the door and leaned his weight back on his heels to wait. The music didn’t die and nobody answered, so, after a minute, Grey gave it another go, and then one more, to no answer. He tried the doorknob, not terribly surprised to find it