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expectant eyes and stubble he wanted to trace with his tongue.
    “Sorry, I don’t give a fuck what anyone else calls you. To me, you’ll always be Tate.”
    With his tie and vest removed, Tate had undone the top two buttons of his shirt and pulled it out of the waistband of his unbuttoned pants.
    “I like that,” he admitted as he settled into the couch and closed his eyes, beat from his shift.
    Logan fought back a yawn of his own, reached over, and tugged on Tate’s arm, pulling him in so he was pressed up against his side.
    “You like what?”
    “That you don’t give a shit what others think.”
    Logan started playing with the curls tickling his shoulder. “Bullshit. You hated that when we met.”
    “No, I’ve always liked it.”
    “Just not when it applied to you,” Logan joked. “Okay, what about David?”
    Tate shook his head. “Nope. You really don’t remember?”
    Logan’s eyes narrowed. “Obviously. How about Lance, Blake, Todd?”
    “No, no, and no. Come on. Do you really think my mother would call me Todd Tate?”
    Logan twisted his fingers into the waves he was stroking and tightened them as he lowered his mouth down to Tate’s. “Tell me . Your name ,” he demanded.
    Logan loved the way Tate responded to him with parted lips and challenging eyes.
    “Make me.”
    He tumbled Tate down on his back and cupped the sides of his face before lowering his mouth and pressing their lips firmly together, tracing his tongue across the seam. As Tate opened to him, Logan slipped inside and tasted.
    Ahh. There was the cinnamon. There was the hint of tobacco. And as Tate pushed his hips up grinding against him, Logan groaned. There is Tate.
    Before it went any further though, he pushed back and made himself move away to stand beside the couch. Tate slowly got up onto his elbows and crooked his head with questioning eyes.
    “I told you,” Logan explained. “I don’t have sex with someone whose name I don’t know.”
    “ Ohh, morals. You’re right. They’re very important.”
    Tate flopped back down onto the couch and made sure he kept his eyes on Logan’s as he unzipped his pants. “So you’re telling me that you’re going to lie in bed all night and not touch me? Not have sex with me?”
    Logan placed his hands low on his hips and nodded. “I am capable of self-control, you know.”
    He followed Tate’s movements as he sat up, unbuttoned his shirt, and then stood, shrugging out of it. Once he’d thrown it on the couch, Tate stepped forward and placed a hand on his chest.
    “I never said you weren’t.”
    “You don’t think I can do it. You don’t think I can resist you?”
    Tate’s fingers traced down to the top of Logan’s sweats. Then he fingered the elastic as he gave him a smug-as-fuck smirk and admitted, “No, I don’t. But I guess we’ll soon find out, won’t we?”
    Logan watched silently as Tate stepped around him and walked farther down the main hall to his bedroom. Tate stopped in the doorway, pushed his pants and boxers off his hips, and stepped out of them.
    Logan winced and rubbed the hard-on he was sporting. He knew the fucker was going to drive him out of his goddamn mind before he gave in, because when Tate set his mind to something, he was stubborn as hell.
     
    * * *
     
    Tate was feeling pretty fucking good as he climbed into Logan’s bed and looked at the doorway. It was always a thrill to get the better of Logan. It didn’t happen often, but when finally rendering the man speechless, it always felt like an accomplishment of sorts.
    That was, until he remembered his day.
    He’d ignored several phone calls from his family and put off the inevitable with the excuse he was giving himself a day.
    A day to work out how to explain what exactly his sister had seen.
    Tate wasn’t sure what he wanted to say, but he knew he had to do it, and soon. He couldn’t hide forever, even if he’d done a hell of a job pushing it aside.
    As that unwelcome thought lingered in