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practically married to another Master in an oddly platonic way and they shared a sub together. Trying to fit Justan into that equation wasn’t going to work as anything more than a fuck buddy.
    Eager to stop the disaster waiting to happen that would be Moira and Justan forming some kind of relationship, Ryan glared at the other man. “Help me upstairs, asshole.”
    Justan rolled his eyes and slowly assisted Ryan as he tried to navigate the stairs. Weariness made his bones into lead and by the time they were near the top Ryan was trying to remember how to keep his muscles stiff. His friend sighed, then the world spun as Justan swung him up into his arms, actually cradling him to keep his injured shoulder safe. Ryan worked out regularly with Justan, so he knew the man’s freakish strength, but the women climbing the stairs behind him let out little sighs and Moira muttered something about a bull in his prime, sending Emma off into a fit of giggles.
    Most beautiful sound in the world.
    He must have said it aloud, because Justan agreed as he walked through the door of the bedroom and into the bathroom. After propping Ryan up against the wall, Justan closed the door on a nosy Emma and Moira. Ryan took care of business, glad that his friend was here to care for him. For some reason, the thought of Emma having to help him go to the toilet like an invalid stung his pride. After some grunting, Justan managed to lean Ryan against the sink, then turned the water on. Justan attempted to brush Ryan’s teeth, but the whole scene struck Ryan as funny and he kept snorting, which made Justan glare, which only made him laugh more.
    “Here, give me that.” Emma’s voice floated to Ryan from nearby, but he couldn’t manage to focus his eyes on her.
    Ryan attempted to talk, but she’d gripped him by the jaw and held him still. While he was pretty sure he drooled on himself when told to spit and rinse, he could give a shit less. His big, glorious bed was mere feet away and when he hit the soft surface, he let out a sigh of such depth that everyone around him laughed.
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    The next morning Ryan woke up sore and aching, and not just from his wound. His cock was hard and pressed against the most deliciously soft surface covered in silk. He groaned deep in his throat as that softness pushed back at him and the scent of Emma’s hair filled his nose while she cuddled into him, careful not to disturb his shoulder.
    Her voice was husky with sleep as she asked, “How are you feeling?”
    “Horny.”
    She shot him an annoyed look, but the edges of her lips curved into a smile. “Then I guess you’ll live.”
    Pushing his hips against her, he tried to ignore the way his shoulder throbbed, but Emma must have sensed his distress, because she rolled away then turned to face him with a frown. “You’re in pain.”
    He went to shrug, but couldn’t hide his wince as the torn muscle flexed. “Nothing I can’t deal with.”
    “Right.”
    She sighed, then got out of bed, the fall of silk about her rounded hips a thing of beauty. He wondered if he would ever get tired of looking at her. “Where are you going?”
    “To get your pain meds and some food.”
    The slight jiggle of her unbound breasts beneath her nightgown drew his attention and he stared unabashedly as she moved across the room to her suitcase, digging through the contents while he ogled her ass. Beyond the obvious bonus of having her physical charms available to him, he enjoyed watching her gather up some clothes before disappearing into the bathroom. With a sigh, he flopped back and stretched his good arm above his head, fantasies of a naked Emma filling his head.
    He must have fallen back asleep because before he knew it, she was whispering in his ear, “Wake up, honey. You need to eat and take your meds, then get dressed. The police are going to be here in an hour to talk with me, and Justan called. He wants you to call him back when you get a chance.”
    At the mention of