Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
It wasn’t the first time Reese Tenley had been blunt about our joining Mclean House. Same could be said about Ash, one of my closest buddies. He was a Mcleanster too.
The past few years, at least four or five of our members had left to join them instead, and Max and I knew the reputation Old Town had garnered toward the end. Just…filled with drama. Usually accompanied by, “But Max and Reid are so nice. They should jump that sinking ship like fucking yesterday.”
Well, we had jumped now.
Reese replied once more as Max came out of the bathroom.
Looking forward to it, princess. You’ve always been special to us.
I chuckled.
“What’s funny?” Max asked.
“Reese Tenley,” I answered. “He asked why we haven’t joined Mclean House yet.”
Max snorted softly and got into bed. “Soon enough, I assume. I’m not gonna rush this vanilla break.”
Amen. Except…
“You ain’t vanilla, Max.”
He avoided a direct answer. “Speaking of not vanilla—and Mclean House—I met up with Sloan for coffee last week. He extended an invite too.”
I liked Sloan. He used to work with Max’s brother. These days, he was part of a poly family outside Winchester. Two Doms, two subs.
Max had dated one of those subs. Li’l Corey.
He might be the only one I’d felt real jealousy toward, because Max had really tried to make that relationship work. But neither of them had felt the right chemistry, and they’d ended up laughing it off and returning to being friends. Much to my relief.
“We have some good friends over in that community, don’t we?” I tilted my head toward Max and folded an arm behind my head. “It’d be nice to see Lane and Nora more often.” They had also left us for Mclean.
I missed Lane sometimes. We’d never dated, but we’d had a good arrangement once upon a time. Wild masochist. Happily married these days.
Max hummed and repositioned one of his pillows closer to me, and he landed his elbow on it. “Would you start another dynamic with Lane?”
I felt my forehead wrinkle. “Why would I do that? He and Ty are married and fairly exclusive.” They had a thing with two others.
Wait—shit, fuck. That gave me an idea. They had a house down here. If I reached out to Lane, chances were he’d know a place we could host a takedown.
“True—I forgot about that.” Max kept his stare fixed on the Dolphins game I’d muted. “Mclean’s got a fuck-ton of primal masochists, so I guess you won’t be in short supply.”
Was he… Was he getting a bit territorial of me? Because I could live with that. I could also jump in and reassure him if that was what he needed.
I couldn’t lie; it felt fucking good. If he was, in fact, a touch worried I might get distracted by a bunch of masochists.
This, combined with his bringing up Colt and Lucas earlier, gave me hope.
“I don’t know that I’d go lookin’ at all,” I said. “You already agreed to bend over for me and be my sweetheart. I have my masochist.” I wriggled my toes for good measure. “I can trade the back rub for a foot rub right now.”
He chuckled dryly. “Hilarious.”
Darlin’, I ain’t jokin’.
Fuck it. I wasn’t gonna budge on this one. If shit went south, we could play this off as another Florida trip gone wild. We’d already acknowledged that we behaved differently on vacation. Our friendship would survive.
“I wasn’t trying to be funny.” I drew a breath and threw caution to the wind. I nudged him back, then crawled on top of him, and his eyes widened in shock for just a fraction of a second. His composure returned quickly, and he undoubtedly fell back on the knowledge that I was known to raise hell from time to time. I liked to push buttons, like most Sadists did.
“You’re not gonna get a rise outta me, Reid.”
I grinned and peered down between us, making sure my cock pressed against his. “You sure about that?”
Downside to fucking with someone you loved?
It affected you too.
Fuck, he felt good underneath me.
The humor drained out of me as a wildfire of lust incinerated my bloodstream, and I locked eyes with him again. He swallowed. I could tell he was struggling to maintain his indifference.
“Would it be so bad to explore what we got off to last night?” I asked quietly.
He clenched his jaw. I’d brought it up. I hadn’t been vague or used words like…what we talked about or…what we fantasized about. We’d both gotten hard. We’d stroked ourselves off. I’d heard him moan and hiss and curse.
“Are you serious right now? You know I’m not a sub.”
I flicked my gaze to his mouth for a hot second. “I know you’re not a delivery guy or a collector of porcelain figurines either, which is about as relevant to the conversation.” I lifted a brow. “I’m not lookin’ for a sub, Max. I wanna have fun with someone who will fight me.” I couldn’t help myself. I pushed myself against him, applying more pressure to his cock, and fuck if I wasn’t getting hard too. “Someone who loves pain.”