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nightmares
    about Jesse’s final hours. It had been something of a relief to wake up sweating and tangled in the sheets and coming…
    although having Damon’s name on his lips made him angry al over again.
    Damn, he needed a drink and another orgasm—not necessarily in that order. But the drink came at the same time the
    men started to circle and Tanner downed some beers and more than his share of shots so he could try to stop thinking.
    Sometime between this morning’s dream and the afternoon’s grueling PT session, he’d decided that he’d done what
    he could for Jesse, that it wasn’t his fault Damon screwed up last night and now wanted another chance to help him fulfil
    the promise.
    He was through with second chances and he’d been here more times than he cared to count. This was a, don’t ask,
    don’t tell , literal y underground club—dark, anonymous, and it used to be the best place for Tanner to wash away his
    troubles.
    He came here tonight to lose himself. If he could do that, he could prove to himself that he didn’t need Damon and his
    bul shit pity offer.
    The strobe lights and dance music had no place here—no, this place was strictly down and dirty.
    Some local town kids came here too, hyperaware of their sexuality and sometimes too impressed by the military
    men, although they’d be too gentle for what Tanner needed and so he ignored them.
    He was cruised hard by several men—although some might recognize him as a top, many of them claimed to want to
    be his daddy.
    It made him think of Damon’s words and Tanner was glad no one could see his face burning in the dark.
    “No, baby—you’d prefer someone to take it all from you until you’re moaning like a sweet little bitch.”
    His cheeks heated as he thought of how he’d jerked off after Damon left, hearing Damon repeating those words to
    him, feeling the man’s hand on the back of his neck.
    Damon repeated the words to him in Tanner’s dream too, and in that dream, he’d let Damon take everything.
    “Fuck,” he muttered, and one of the men standing close laughed and told him, “That wouldn’t be a problem for me.”
    Tanner felt the man’s hand run along his denim-clad hip and he didn’t pul away, let the man caress him as he drank
    another whiskey and scanned the club for familiar faces.
    Joe and Hunt were here—his stomach tightened when he saw them both at the other end of the bar, circling a
    younger, no-doubt unsuspecting guy. They’d been together for a long time, although the only ones who’d know that were
    the ones who visited here. They hid their relationship wel , as a necessity, since both were in the Army as wel .
    Jesse had done the same. Tanner knew Jesse was gay because, wel , he knew . Being bi gave him the same gaydar,
    although Jesse appeared as butch as the next guy. He’d just looked young, even though he’d been a few years older than
    Tanner.
    Jesse had been comfortable enough to confide in Tanner as wel .
    “I don’t…I’m not enough for him,” Jesse had said about Damon that night he lay dying in the jungle.
    “He needs more.”
    Tanner hadn’t understood that at the time, just thought that Damon had sounded like an asshole.
    “Maybe you’re just going through a bad time.”
    “Nah. He’s just too good to me. I’m the selfish asshole who can’t let him go.” Jesse had closed his eyes. “I knew it
    would take this to do it.”
    “Dammit, Jesse, don’t talk like that.” Tanner had pushed him to open his eyes, to fight.
    But Jesse had no more fight left in him.
    Now, Tanner blinked, realized he’d gone back to the jungle in his mind far more easily than he’d wanted to.
    He hadn’t told Damon any o f that, maybe he never would. Right now, h e stil agreed with hi s original assessment of
    Damon as an asshole. But he didn’t know what went on behind closed doors. Two sides to every story…and Tanner
    didn’t want to know either of them.
    He had enough troubles of his own. His