Hearts Under Fire by Kelly Wyre and HJ Raine Page B

licked his lips when the spank landed with a satisfying smack. Adam didn’t make a sound, but his body rolled with a shudder and his hips pulsed.
    “Good, boy,” Tristan said. “Take what he gives you.”
    Adam whimpered, and Clark stood frozen, eyes unblinking and a hundred things swirling just under the surface. The way Adam clung to Tristan made him hurt. Physically hurt. He’d seen Adam interact with Tristan before, but this was more honest than Adam usually let himself get in public. Maybe it was the crowd, maybe it was the addition of the new player. But the ability to give in like that was...
    Clark put on his best poker face, knew it didn’t reach his eyes, and didn’t give a shit.
    Daniel let go of his hold on Adam’s cock, using both hands to stroke angry skin. He kneaded the muscles once. “Just one more, boy. You’re exquisite with your ass tanned and ready.” He gave Adam another soft caress before he said, “Here it comes,” and hit red flesh.
    “Nnnn-God!” Adam cried, and his voice broke. “Close, oh God, oh please... close... close...”
    Tristan held the shaking man, who trembled and went half-limp in his arms. Clark gripped the glass in his hand hard enough to make it give, and his teeth clacked together and ground down when Daniel hugged Adam from behind, cheek against the boy’s shoulder. Clark swallowed, and his free hand formed a fist as he breathed faster, watching Daniel recover and enjoy someone else. His mind screamed at him for such a thought, but it was lost within the swirling maelstrom of confusion and need.
    Letting go of Adam, Daniel licked the rim of Adam’s ear, saying something too softly for anyone to hear. It made Adam roll his face against Tristan’s shoulder. Clark retreated backward into the gloom, eyes down and thoughts darkened by old unhappiness that cut him deep. Every time he hoped he’d found the bottom and could clean the wound and let it heal, something else twisted and drew fresh blood.
    “I think he did very well for you, Daniel. What do you think?” Tristan asked.
    “I think he did very well, indeed,” Daniel said, taking the same tone, grinning even as he rolled his hand against his thigh.
    “Well enough for a reward?” Tristan asked. “Maybe give yourself a rest and let me go for a while?”
    “I think he deserves it,” Daniel said soberly. “I’d love to watch you work. How can I help?”
    “Well,” Tristan began, “why don’t you go make yourself comfortable on the couch? Our boy here is going to follow. Settle between your knees, I think.” He grinned wickedly. “And what do you say he can tease you but nothing more? He’s been good... but not that good.”
    Adam made a noise between a whine and a chuckle, and Daniel laughed. “Yes. That would be very pleasant, and...” He stopped speaking to look around, and Clark watched from the shadows, hearing it when Daniel’s voice grew quieter. “... and yes on just the teasing. That sounds like a good line to hold.”
    Tristan carefully removed Adam’s arms from about his neck. “Go on, then, boy,” he said to Adam. “I’ll be along in a second.”
    Adam sat back and turned to Daniel, eyes down and cheeks flushed. Daniel hesitated before stroking Adam’s hair and putting a hand on Adam’s shoulder. “Come on.”
    “Thank you, Sir,” Adam said, standing with some modicum of grace. Daniel wrapped one arm around the sub, holding him close. Tristan rose with the pair of them, hands out toward Adam for a second before he nodded. Daniel took Adam over to the couch, keeping pace with the boy and maintaining the shoulder-to-hip contact.
    “You feel so good, Sir,” Adam said, brushing his cheek against Daniel’s shoulder.
    Daniel brushed his lips across dark hair. He spoke again, words lost to the crowd, but Clark shivered with Adam, who always spoke loudly enough for an audience to hear.
    “You can taste whatever you like, Sir,” Adam said, before sinking to his knees.
    “Make