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even get it up around him. ‘Oh, does Daddy like what Bubby has in his pants?’ I seriously wanted to puke. That was the longest two-hour date of my life. I’d owe you one for saving me from it if it wasn’t your fault I was with him in the first place.” Shaking his head and rolling his eyes at the memory, Sawyer stood from his perch on Adam’s bed to stretch.
    “Okay, so two were my fault. Surely you can’t blame me for any more of them.” Adam stood with his hands on his hips, waiting.
    “How about the guy who wanted to collar me? What was his name? Dom N. Atrix? Where the hell did you even find that guy? You introduced him to me as Dom; leave it to you to conveniently forget the rest of his moniker. A freakin’ collar, Ad! He wanted to walk me around like a damn dog.”
    “Now, wait just a darn minute, sweet cheeks. That one wasn’t totally my fault. I hadn’t known you long at that point; I’d heard Kendrick call you and your brother BDSM so I thought it meant you were into that kinky stuff.” Adam had the decency to blush over setting him up with that catastrophe.
    “Maybe next time you should ask first. BDSM is Kendrick’s little joke with our names; Brothers Decker and Sawyer Morgan; neither Decker nor I are in to that type of stuff. Seriously, man, can you see me with a dog collar on?” Sawyer pretended to growl and bark, making Adam laugh out loud.
    “Okay, so asking about the nickname would have helped in that situation. And, actually, I can picture your sexy-as-sin ass with a dog collar on, but it’s more in a grungy, black eyeliner, rock star type of way. Mmmmm, yeah, the image in my head is niiiice.” Adam batted his lashes at Sawyer, making him smile and strike out with a teasing fist.
    “Oww, careful Morgan, you know I’m sensitive and bruise easily.” Rubbing his arm where Sawyer had landed the lightest of punches, Adam continued, “Okay, those three were my fault. No way you can saddle any more guilt on me.”
    “I’m sure I could think of some if you give me time. But, no, the rest are pretty much just bad luck all around. Simon who was really a Simone, Alex who spent most of the night with his tongue stuck in my ear while breathing heavily, Kit the vegetarian who cried and had a public meltdown when I ordered a steak at dinner, Blake who was super-hot but spent the entire night watching himself in anything shiny he happened to find, and invited at least three girls and two guys to ‘join the Blakenator later for a little fun.’ And Conspiracy Theory Colin who was convinced I’d been sent on the date to spy on him for the Russians.” Rubbing his hands through his short dark hair, Sawyer sighed. “Yeah, definitely no true love happening there.”
    “Now, now, now, sugar, let’s not forget about the dates that have gone well. If we’re going to rehash the bad, we should pepper it with some good as well.”
    Leave it to Adam to always find the good in everything.
    “Remember Brad? He was hot and sweet, and you said the sex was better than most. And what about Doug? You talked about that guy’s cock for weeks; I almost started thinking he was King of Cocks. And, let’s not forget Alejandro. You’re usually all about topping, but you gladly bottomed for him so he must have had something worthwhile.” Adam waggled his eyebrows at Sawyer, trying his best to pull him from his funk.
    “Yeah, the sex with those guys was out-of-this-world, but where are they now? Not here, not with me. Why? Sex was the only connection we had. We couldn’t stay up late talking about art or music. We didn’t go dancing together. None of them wanted to take the time to know me, they just wanted to fuck me or let me fuck them.” Laying down heavily on Adam’s bed, Sawyer sighed audibly. “I don’t know man, I guess I’m just tired of it all. Tired of the random hook ups, tired of first dates leading nowhere other than the bedroom. Tired of having to go out of my way to keep all of this