CHAPTER EIGHT
When the shower went on, Bruno closed the bathroom door.
“Master?” Dax asked.
Bruno grinned, coming over, rubbing his hands together. “You are welcome, buddy. She’s gonna be begging to swallow your c**k by the end of the week.”
Sex was great. He loved getting laid… not that it was hard for him to pick up women. The opposite actually. One thing he could say with certainty: he’d never had another guy so geared up to provide p***y for him.
“I’ve gotta head into town,” he said before the moment could get any weirder. “Have you got this?”
“Yeah, yeah, but do me a favor. Pick me up some, huh?”
Bruno was already wide-eyed and hyped. He’d thought it was the situation that had him amped… maybe the energy was chemically enhanced. “Since when are you using again?”
“I’m not. I’m
