Vaughn glanced toward the bar once more then back at Sam. “See you around, Sammy.” And then he hurried away, leaving Sam standing there with lube dripping out of his ass, finger-shaped bruises on his hips, and absolutely zero self-esteem. But hey, he’d kept his promise at least. Sam had indeed felt their fuck for a week. Of course, he’d felt like shit over Vaughn’s treatment for a lot longer than that.
