“Be rough. Our woman is the only soft we need. Our fuck is hard, understand? Man to man.” “Man to man,” Ruger repeats, looming behind Klay, forehead glistening with sweat. Big and wild. Finally set free. Given permission. He fumbles with the zipper of his pants. “I’d have sucked your dick for you in the showers, Klay,” he groans, his hand rifling up and down his stiffness, neck muscles straining. “I’d have sucked it in front of everyone.”