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Justin had him pressed between his hard body and the wall.
Do you have any idea what you've done, Leo? Any idea how much pain
you caused to a man who thought you were his friend? Justin's voice was
devoid of emotion, a perfect match for his expression. Any idea of what you
nearly cost us? Or does it not matter because you don't approve of our sexual
preference?
Mack finally unfroze himself and ran to pull the two men apart. He was
seriously afraid his red-haired devil's temper was completely out of control.
While he had felt the urge to beat Leo himself, he didn't want him dead. Not
really, and certainly not at his lover's hands.
Justin! Justin, stop! Mack said, in what he hoped was a loud, firm voice.
Justin didn't even bat an eyelash. Leo was turning an ugly shade of dark
purple, and in a near panic, Mack reached under Justin's arms, trying to get
his own hands underneath the ones strangling the life out of the damned fool.
Before his hands could pry under Justin's, his devil let go and caught Mack's
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hands in his own. Leo slid down the wall and landed in a puddle on the floor.
He was conscious, he was alive, but he looked like pure shit. Justin tugged on
Mack's wrists, pulling him up flush against his back, then folded their arms
together across his belly. Mack stroked soothing circles against his man's
trembling muscles, trying to chase away the anger skittering under Justin's
skin. They both glanced down at the man who had caused them so much grief
through his intolerance and hatred.
Justin gave Mack's hands a soft pat. He leaned down and pulled Leo to his
feet, pushing him against the wall so he could brace himself up. Once it was
clear that Leo wasn't going to fall over, Justin placed his hand smack in the
middle of the other man's chest. Leo opened his mouth to say something that
Mack was sure would be vile and stupid, he couldn't forget stupid but his
lover didn't give the man a chance.
Don't say a word, not one word, or I will finish what I started, you
understand? He didn't wait for a response. Mack has asked you to gather
your things and get off his ranch; now I'm telling you to do it. And you better
understand something, here and now. Justin paused, waiting for Leo to
comprehend just how serious he was. If you ever, ever, set foot on this
property, near this property, and definitely anywhere near Mack, I will tear you
apart, and no one will ever find the pieces after I'm done. Got it?
Jayzus, he was scaring Mack and giving him wood. That's a bit messed
up, he mused. Looking at Leo, Mack saw that Justin had pretty much gotten
the point across to the man, as all the color had leached out of his face and&
Mack sniffed. Okay, maybe Justin didn't scare the shit out Leo, exactly,
but& was that? Yup, he saw, leaning over Justin's shoulder. Leo had pissed his
pants.
Gross. It seemed an apt assessment to him. Justin glanced down and
saw the spreading dark spot on Leo's pants. He smiled like a cold, evil bastard
and slowly took a step back.
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Looks like you understand me, yeah? When the other man nodded,
Justin finally removed his hand, freeing Leo from the wall.
Get gone, now, Justin said, and somehow, the soft way it was spoken
made it sound more deadly than yelling it would have. Leo bolted from the
room, stumbling through the doorway in his haste. Justin turned and grabbed
Mack, hugging him tightly.
Goddamn, cowboy, he was here all along. He could have done anything,
could have hurt you Justin muttered.
Mack cut Justin off, wanting to wipe away the worry and regret in his
lover's eyes. Yeah, he was here, but he's gone now, and he didn't, Justin.
Didn't hurt me. Mack rubbed his hands soothingly over Justin's back,
unwilling to let either of them dwell on what-ifs.
Mack was done with words; his body was demanding its turn to speak in a
primal way. He grabbed the back of Justin's neck and pulled his head forward
for a kiss that tasted of anger, aggression, and love. The kiss so fierce, it
seemed to imprint itself on Mack's soul. At this rate, they were both going to
have tender lips at the very least. Justin pulled back, licking Mack's lips one
last time. He looked at Mack, searing him with the heat in his eyes. Mack felt
his cock jerk, felt Justin's twitch through the rough denim between them.
Get the lube, Justin grunted, releasing Mack and tearing at his clothes.
Mack practically dashed into the bedroom. He jerked the nightstand drawer
open so hard it fell onto the floor. Stuff scattered everywhere, but he didn't
care. He spotted the little tube and quickly grabbed it, then hustled back to the
office. He stopped so suddenly in the doorway that he almost toppled forward
onto his face.
Jayzus, holy fuck& Mack moaned, taking in the sight of Justin. His red-
haired devil was naked and had bent and braced his forearms on the top of the
desk, legs spread wide. He grinned over his shoulder, just devastating Mack.
He stumbled forward, eyes drawn to that tight ass and the heavy sac that hung
down between thickly muscled thighs.
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Justin had him pressed between his hard body and the wall.
Do you have any idea what you've done, Leo? Any idea how much pain
you caused to a man who thought you were his friend? Justin's voice was
devoid of emotion, a perfect match for his expression. Any idea of what you
nearly cost us? Or does it not matter because you don't approve of our sexual
preference?
Mack finally unfroze himself and ran to pull the two men apart. He was
seriously afraid his red-haired devil's temper was completely out of control.
While he had felt the urge to beat Leo himself, he didn't want him dead. Not
really, and certainly not at his lover's hands.
Justin! Justin, stop! Mack said, in what he hoped was a loud, firm voice.
Justin didn't even bat an eyelash. Leo was turning an ugly shade of dark
purple, and in a near panic, Mack reached under Justin's arms, trying to get
his own hands underneath the ones strangling the life out of the damned fool.
Before his hands could pry under Justin's, his devil let go and caught Mack's
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hands in his own. Leo slid down the wall and landed in a puddle on the floor.
He was conscious, he was alive, but he looked like pure shit. Justin tugged on
Mack's wrists, pulling him up flush against his back, then folded their arms
together across his belly. Mack stroked soothing circles against his man's
trembling muscles, trying to chase away the anger skittering under Justin's
skin. They both glanced down at the man who had caused them so much grief
through his intolerance and hatred.
Justin gave Mack's hands a soft pat. He leaned down and pulled Leo to his
feet, pushing him against the wall so he could brace himself up. Once it was
clear that Leo wasn't going to fall over, Justin placed his hand smack in the
middle of the other man's chest. Leo opened his mouth to say something that
Mack was sure would be vile and stupid, he couldn't forget stupid but his
lover didn't give the man a chance.
Don't say a word, not one word, or I will finish what I started, you
understand? He didn't wait for a response. Mack has asked you to gather
your things and get off his ranch; now I'm telling you to do it. And you better
understand something, here and now. Justin paused, waiting for Leo to
comprehend just how serious he was. If you ever, ever, set foot on this
property, near this property, and definitely anywhere near Mack, I will tear you
apart, and no one will ever find the pieces after I'm done. Got it?
Jayzus, he was scaring Mack and giving him wood. That's a bit messed
up, he mused. Looking at Leo, Mack saw that Justin had pretty much gotten
the point across to the man, as all the color had leached out of his face and&
Mack sniffed. Okay, maybe Justin didn't scare the shit out Leo, exactly,
but& was that? Yup, he saw, leaning over Justin's shoulder. Leo had pissed his
pants.
Gross. It seemed an apt assessment to him. Justin glanced down and
saw the spreading dark spot on Leo's pants. He smiled like a cold, evil bastard
and slowly took a step back.
Breaking the Devil 57
Looks like you understand me, yeah? When the other man nodded,
Justin finally removed his hand, freeing Leo from the wall.
Get gone, now, Justin said, and somehow, the soft way it was spoken
made it sound more deadly than yelling it would have. Leo bolted from the
room, stumbling through the doorway in his haste. Justin turned and grabbed
Mack, hugging him tightly.
Goddamn, cowboy, he was here all along. He could have done anything,
could have hurt you Justin muttered.
Mack cut Justin off, wanting to wipe away the worry and regret in his
lover's eyes. Yeah, he was here, but he's gone now, and he didn't, Justin.
Didn't hurt me. Mack rubbed his hands soothingly over Justin's back,
unwilling to let either of them dwell on what-ifs.
Mack was done with words; his body was demanding its turn to speak in a
primal way. He grabbed the back of Justin's neck and pulled his head forward
for a kiss that tasted of anger, aggression, and love. The kiss so fierce, it
seemed to imprint itself on Mack's soul. At this rate, they were both going to
have tender lips at the very least. Justin pulled back, licking Mack's lips one
last time. He looked at Mack, searing him with the heat in his eyes. Mack felt
his cock jerk, felt Justin's twitch through the rough denim between them.
Get the lube, Justin grunted, releasing Mack and tearing at his clothes.
Mack practically dashed into the bedroom. He jerked the nightstand drawer
open so hard it fell onto the floor. Stuff scattered everywhere, but he didn't
care. He spotted the little tube and quickly grabbed it, then hustled back to the
office. He stopped so suddenly in the doorway that he almost toppled forward
onto his face.
Jayzus, holy fuck& Mack moaned, taking in the sight of Justin. His red-
haired devil was naked and had bent and braced his forearms on the top of the
desk, legs spread wide. He grinned over his shoulder, just devastating Mack.
He stumbled forward, eyes drawn to that tight ass and the heavy sac that hung
down between thickly muscled thighs.
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