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seconds before his balls tugged tight and his climax blasted through his cock. Justice swallowed, milking Tag hard, and even before the last spasms of Tag’s bliss faded away, Justice was also coming, his hot semen splashing into Tag’s hungry mouth.
    Tag took it all, licking and sucking as Justice did the same, taking every last drop Tag had to give. His pulse pounded in ears as pleasure wracked him, and inside his chest, his heart was knocking painfully against his ribs as if warning him against feeling anything besides lust and anger for this man.
    His ticker didn’t have to worry. Even now, utterly spent and his body trembling, Tag’s mind was filling up with all the reasons why what they had done was a terrible idea. No doubt Justice’s thoughts were heading in the same direction.
    Groaning, Justice shifted off Tag and rolled to the side, his soft, glistening cock resting against his hard abs just inches away from Tag’s face. Four years ago, he’d have loved that. Now, feeling exposed, Tag tucked and buttoned up, but Justice apparently didn’t give a rat’s ass, just lay there, chest heaving under the red Iron Man sweatshirt he wore. The ratty, threadbare Iron Man sweatshirt Tag had gotten Justice as a gag gift during their first year of college.
    “Iron Man, get it?” Tag engaged his power, and a pair of scissors flew off the counter and landed in his palm. “You’ll always be attracted to me.”
    Justice rolled his eyes. “Lame, man. Lame.” In a flash of motion, he hooked his arm around Tag’s neck and drew him in for a kiss. “I don’t need a metal suit to be attracted to you,” he murmured. “I’m yours.”
    Tag snorted out loud.
    “You wanna let me in on the joke?” Justice asked.
    No, not really. The last thing Tag wanted to do was acknowledge the damned thing, because Justice didn’t do anything randomly. Putting on that sweatshirt today had been a deliberate choice. Either he was trying to mess with Tag’s head, or he was trying to punch him in the heart.
    What a jackass.
    “I’m just wondering why you didn’t dress for Alaska in the winter. You could have frozen out there—” Tag broke off as Justice tugged up the hem of the sweatshirt to reveal a layer of fleece and a thermal shirt.
    “I’m not an idiot.” Justice’s voice was as rough and raw as what they’d just done on the floor.
    Shit. This had been as much a fight as it’d been sex . . . and Tag wasn’t sure who’d won.
    “Did you hear that?” Justice murmured. “A click—”
    The door banged open, and a blast of cold and snow roared into the cabin, bringing with it Tag’s second visitor of the day.
    The second man he’d ever loved.
    The second man who’d ever betrayed him.

Justice looked between Tag and the man who’d just burst in. If the guy was armed, he wasn’t concerned about reaching for his weapon. Instead, he waited, framed by blowing snow in the doorway, as he calmly removed his hat and gloves, even as Justice, in one smooth motion, zipped up and swiped his Glock from his pack. As the intruder kicked the door closed, Justice leaped to his feet and trained the weapon at his broad chest.
    But that look on Tag’s face . . . his eyes . . .
    Why the fuck was Tag giving this asshole his look? Deep inside, his magnetic power stirred on its own. The set of knives on the counter started to inch toward him. Holy shit, he hadn’t lost control of his power in years . . . not since the terrible Christmas when they’d both lost their moms. Their deaths had been devastating . . . and the catalyst for the angry breakup that had sent Justice into an emotional loss of control that resulted in Tag’s mom’s house nearly being stripped of its siding before he could shut down his gift.
    Remembering his ACRO training, he inhaled on a slow count of three and cleared his mind. The knives stopped moving, but not before he saw, out of the corner of his eyes, Tag tense up, his gaze on the blades. Wasn’t that just