Page 48 of False Comeback

My nuts tightened as I stared at the screen. Stared at myself leaning down and sucking his cock into my mouth. Stared at the way his head tipped back, lips parted with a moan, his long legs shifting restlessly and narrow hips straining up.

Fuck. He looked…

“I thought you said you knew what time it was,” Rafe said impatiently, tapping his foot on the floor now. “I’ve got stuff to do, man.”

“Almost found it,” I croaked, then fell silent again and stared, transfixed, as the me on screen hooked Crossbody’s ankle over the middle rope, spreading him wide.

My cock was half-hard as I heard myself hoarsely ask, “Hey, is there a way for me to, like, save this footage onto a thumb drive or something?”

“Dude.”

“Okay, never mind.” I licked my dry lips and reluctantly scrolled back to the moment the spotlights came on.

Rafe had said something about splitting the footage, but I couldn’t find the tool for it. After a few seconds, I decided to just hit delete.

Which I maybe shouldn’t have done, because I was pretty sure I’d just deleted all the arena footage for the entire day. Oops.

A tiny part of me mourned the loss. Sure, it was Crossbody, but… fuck, that had been hot.

So fucking hot.

“Okay, done.” I took my time standing up to give my cock a chance to go down.

Rafe stood and strode over, immediately sitting once I’d vacated his chair. As I stepped out of the way, he huffed. “Dude, you deleted the whole day.”

“Sorry.”

“If anyone asks, I didn’t help you do this.”

“Of course not.” I gestured at his monitor. “Hey, maybe deleting the whole day of footage was the better idea, anyway. It can just be written off as the camera malfunctioning or something.”

“Pretty sure it’d look suspicious whichever way you did it, if Holt actually decided to try and watch it back,” Rafe said dryly. “But at least your secret’s safe now, huh?”

“Yeah.” I sighed in relief, reaching out to give his shoulder a brief pat. “Seriously, thank you.”

“It’s fine.” He glanced up at me with a brow raised. “So are you going to see the guy again?”

My gut twisted, because I’d probably be seeing him in about two minutes, once I got back to the backstage area. But obviously that wasn’t what Rafe meant.

“Maybe,” I said noncommittally. “Probably not.”

“I mean, if he’s a ‘holiath,’ you’ll probably at least see him in the audience, right?” Rafe shot me a tiny smile. “You’ll have to point him out to Dan.”

I tensed up a little, managing a light chuckle. “Right. You’re, uh… you’re definitely gonna tell Dan about this, aren’t you?”

He snorted. “Of course I am.”

“Great,” I said through gritted teeth, somehow keeping an easy smile on my face. “Fantastic. No big deal. It was just… some guy. Dan probably won’t even care.”

Rafe shrugged, closing down the software on his screen. “Still gonna tell him.”

I sighed in defeat. “I know. Well, anyway, thank you. So much.” I started heading for the door, my legs a little weak with relief. “Seriously, if you ever need anything…”

“No problem. Hey,” Rafe said abruptly, looking up from his monitor as I paused by the door. “Did you ever have a threesome with Gabe and Biff?”

“What?” I blinked at him. “Uh, yeah. Why?”

“Knew it,” he muttered.