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Atticus shook his head at Zeus’ claim.
Tracker still blushed.
Before he could embarrass Tracker any further, Tracker changed the subject. “Thank you for today. I know we’re overwhelming, but this whole thing means the world to Field, and he deserves all the love.”
Atticus nodded along. “It’s no problem. I had fun. Plus, I got to see you. It was a good day.”
The possibility of having to fight Zeus again was worth it to see Tracker’s smile. “Yeah. It was nice not having a computer and a dozen miles between us. You don’t come to Affinity anymore.”
At the mention of the hardcore sex club Zeus owned, Atticus fought to stop his gaze from sliding Zeus’ way. For years, he had paid Zeus to hurt him. After kicking the guy’s ass, the power dynamic had changed. Not to mention, it felt wrong to have his best friend’s husband beat him into orgasming. Even though Tracker seemed oddly okay with it, he couldn’t do that. Tracker was the only person who ever stayed his friend after getting to know him. He could lose a lot of things without batting an eye, but Tracker wasn’t one. Really, Tracker was the only thing… besides his money… also his looks, and maybe not his car collection either. Damn. It was whatever.
“I think I should let you two get back to it. There are several meetings I’m expected to attend tomorrow.”
“On a Saturday?”
Tracker looked genuinely confused.
Atticus chuckled. “There’s no rest for the wicked.” Even Atticus heard how sultry his voice turned.
“Well, that’s true.” Zeus grabbed his husband’s hand and dragged him back into the shadows.
Even though Atticus shook his head at their antics as he climbed into his car, he had to admit he admired the pair. They had chemistry. Atticus was too intense for people. An image of Foster floated through his head. The blue eyes, dark hair, and huge body combo always made Atticus hot. One of these days, he would have the bored-looking Agafonov brother. He saw the waylife always felt lacking to Foster. His emotions were easy to read for someone who needed social cues to keep themselves alive. If Foster ever decided to give him a shot, Atticus knew exactly how to shake the boredom from him.
Chapter Two
ThehousewhereAtticuslived was ridiculous for one person. Well, the place also had staff living there. Atticus wouldn’t need them if the place wasn’t so goddamn big. Thankfully, and despite his size, Foster prided himself on how silently he could move in the dark. He wondered if Atticus had sensed him earlier or if his unease had actually been due to Tracker and Zeus. Maybe in some small way, he hoped Atticus had felt him. There was a difference between lusting after Atticus and acting on that desire. Atticus was full-on insane. Madness always flashed in his intense stare. He imagined Atticus’ looks distracted people from that truth. His dirty blond hair bordered on light brown. While kept long on top, his head was shaved short above the ears and neck, leaving him with shaggy yet perfectly styled hair. More times than he could count, Foster wondered how he looked first thing in the morning. The guy probably—somehow—woke up flawless. Everything about Atticus screamed impeccability. Yet, he also kind of looked like a dashing pirate. He fascinated Foster.
For someone who should live with the highest of security, Atticus’ house was ridiculously easy to slip in and out. He made Foster wonder if Atticus spent his days wishing a motherfucker would. Foster knew Atticus' schedule. He knew exactly where to hide and wait. Atticus didn’t disappoint.
He arrived at his lessons wearing nothing more than a pair of loose workout shorts. Goddamn, he had a beautiful body. Just the right amount of hair, and abs that looked closer to a normal person’s than these men who cared about nothing more than their physique.
“You’re late.”
At the barked words, Atticus flashed a bright smile at his trainer, Jamal. “I’m worth it.”
Jamal snorted. He moved quickly, obviously trying to catch Atticus sleeping. He pulled off what looked to be the perfect leg sweep, except he wasn’t quick enough for Atticus. Atticus dodged him so easily, he made the move look almost comical.
“Surely that wasn’t meant for me. You’re getting old and slow.”
At the taunt, Jamal went on full attack, doing his best to take Atticus to the mat. He ended up beneath Atticus instead.
“Really? There’s no way you’ve brought your best tonight.”
Jamal finally pulled a move that had Atticus pinned. “Got you, you bastard.”
Atticus’ chuckle sent a chill down Foster’s spine. “Don’t hurt me, Daddy. I’ll come.” He tossed Jamal away from him like throwing the covers off in the morning.
“Fuck, Atty. It’s no wonder you have no friends with lines like that.”
Atticus’ smile took on a brittle edge. Foster might not have noticed if he hadn’t been stalking the fuck out of the guy and studying his every nuance. That insult had hit its mark.
He moved like a predator, circling Jamal. “Who needs friends when you can have enemies. People fuck better in anger.”
“Do they? Or have you just never fucked anyone who likes you?”
“Is this a therapy session?” He flipped Jamal end over end before he finished the question.
From his back, he stared at Atticus wearing an evil grin. “Got under your skin, huh?”
