Chapter 30

Clark wanted,but he caged it tight and buried it beneath the observation of someone else’s need.

Daniel waited until Adam got a good grip on Tristan’s shirt before laying down another swat. Clark spread his legs to find balance, and the world spun as his mind provided him an image of a dingy hotel room, of what it looked like when he was on his knees.

Adam’s cries became incoherent, and when he tried to thrash—move to get more friction, adjust to offer more of himself, get closer to and away from the impact at the same time—Tristan’s arms clamped down and held him stationary. Another swat cracked before Adam completely stilled, and Clark jerked, a gasp escaping his lips.

“Yes!” Adam called, sounding grateful and helpless. Tristan petted through Adam’s hair and held up two fingers, saying without words that Adam was at the point that they should either stop and have mercy or give Adam a moment to recover.