Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Reese was in a good mood. He sat down across from me and tossed his hoodie on the table.
“It ain’t perfect, but this place beats Baltimore, doesn’t it?”
I smiled politely. “Jury’s still out.” The music was louder here, and the atmosphere was wild. I wouldn’t say disorganized, but…too clubby. People were coming and going; there was movement everywhere. I couldn’t imagine subs finding peacefulness in a scene here, which I admitted to Reese.
He chuckled and inclined his head. “It is more casual,” he conceded. “Nothin’ too risky happens here. But there are plenty of Sadists and masos to get to know.”
I lifted my brows and gestured to the station they’d occupied. “That play was casual?”
He grinned. “With li’l Mattie? Hell yeah. You should see the play he’s used to. He’ll look like he just took a beatin’ from a wreckin’ ball.”
Good Christ.
“He’s our sure thing,” he went on. “If River and I need to let off some steam, we give his Dom a call. We go back a couple years. We’ll get to exercise a paddle or two, and then we meet up for breakfast the mornin’ after.”
Huh. “So you don’t play with them beyond the pain?”
He shook his head and scratched his bicep absently. “Nah. We haven’t really found a way to combine pain and sex with a bottom yet. Can’t say sex is a priority either. We’re here to explore sadism.”
On that, I could relate. So far, sex had been fairly separate for me as well. The times I’d found a sub to tie up, the focus had been on rope and safety. Sex had entered the picture if the bottom wanted to spend the night with me or something like that.
“That don’t mean we’ll turn down the opportunity to have a sub between us for a hookup,” he added with a smirk. The implication was so clear that I didn’t have to ask. My plans for the night had just changed—if that was what I wanted.
Additionally, it would appear he and his brother played together even in the bedroom when they had someone between them.
That was…bizarrely sexy.
“I’m dominant,” I felt the need to say.
Reese’s smile widened. “Even better. A Dom who needs to get fucked? Do you struggle with that bit?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Only if the other guy—or guys—think they can boss me around. And for the record, Doms can be bottoms too.”
He chuckled and leaned back in his seat. “I know.” He lifted his gaze to something behind me—or someone, rather—and it was River returning with two bottles of beer. Reese scooted farther in, and River sat down next to him. “Lucas West here is a Dom who occasionally needs to get fucked like a savage.”
For chrissakes!
“Really.” River hitched his brows at me and took a swig of his beer. “Does he beg?”
Okay, that one got me. Annoyance tore through me, and I instantly considered calling it a night. I could still drive after two beers, and I hadn’t finished this one anyway. My plan had been to nurse it for a while. My actual plan—and the whole reason I’d chosen to drive—was because I’d thought I’d be in Baltimore.
“He fucking does not,” I stated. “He’s not that interested either.”
River smiled faintly, his expression just cocky enough to let me know he didn’t believe me.
Neither did Reese. “So you don’t wanna take us back to your place?”
Actually…when it put it that way, not even a little.
“I don’t know anything about you,” I pointed out. “I’m afraid my apartment is only open to people whose cuts and bruises I’m certain don’t come from a robbery gone wrong or a run-in with a local drug cartel.”
River flashed a genuine grin but said nothing.
Reese, on the other hand… He laughed and said, “That’s fair. We’d take you back to our place if we didn’t have plans in the mornin’. First an early breakfast with Mattie and Trent, and then we got work.” He paused and nodded at River’s face. “The decorations on our faces ain’t excitin’. We’re into martial arts.”
I didn’t know what to do with that information. He could be full of shit—and so could anyone I invited to my place. Not that there’d been that many one-nighters I’d had to worry about.
I decided to take a lighter route. “Are you the fuck-and-duck type of dudes who sneak out, or do you at least leave a note in the morning?”
Reese seemed surprised by that, but he still chuckled, and he scratched his nose. “We’re not animals, Lucas West. I probably would’ve woken you up and said we’ll meet up next time we’re in town, but I can write it on a note if you want.”
Mildly reassuring. Either way, I wasn’t too worried. I really wanted to get laid, and however they left in the morning was their business. I knew what I was getting myself into.