As they rode the elevator up to the floor that held the nicer room, Blake couldn’t stifle his yawn. When he noticed Deke staring at him, Blake ducked his head. “Sorry, it’s been a long day.” Deke leaned against the wall of the elevator. “Don’t worry, we’ll be in bed soon and yes, like I promised earlier there are two queens in my rooms, so your virtue will remain in place.” Blake gave a sly smile. “That’s been gone since that day I went into Tommy’s garage to help him fix his motorcycle.” That earned him an arched brow. “Tommy Danielson? Since when is he gay?” “Since he bent me over his bike and took my virginity.” While Blake was acting all blasé about the incident, in actuality it had been pretty traumatising. It had hurt like hell and Tommy hadn’t even bothered to so much as kiss Blake. Then, once they were done, he’d barely given Blake time to do his pants up before kicking him out.
