Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Kai regarded him, then inclined his head. “Yes.”
Breck’s gut clenched. His frown deepened. “And he’ll be naked.”
Again, Kai confirmed with a nod.
Breck exhaled and averted his gaze, an uncomfortable ache welling deep in his chest. The thought of Kai with another man was suddenly unbearable. But what could he do? What could he say? They weren’t a couple. No commitments to each other whatsoever. And Breck didn’t want a commitment. So, what was his problem?
“Breck.”
Reluctantly, Breck met Kai’s eyes. He felt like an idiot for revealing his emotions. The last thing he needed was for Kai to view him as needy. To his surprise though, Kai’s expression had shifted, his eyes holding a soft, reassuring light. Breck sank into them, tossing away all lifelines. He wanted to vanish inside their depths and never return.
“I’ll only be tying him, nothing more,” he assured.
Breck held his gaze—then his loose-ass fucking lips just started flapping. “But you’ll be touching him. And, shit, I dunno… It’s like… just the thought of that’s making me crazy.” He fidgeted, then loosed a groan. “Jesus, now my stomach feels fucking sick.”
Kai’s lips quirked endearingly. He pulled Breck closer. Rested his forehead against his and sighed. Cheeks heating, Breck closed his eyes. He couldn’t believe he’d just voiced that shit. Evidently, he had a possessive side that really, really wanted Kai to call off his show. Thank God Kai wasn’t mocking him for his shameful display.
Instead, Kai settled his hands on Breck’s shoulders, then slid them up and palmed his head behind his ears. Soothingly, he stroked his thumbs back and forth. Short moments later though, they abruptly stilled. As if a thought had occurred to him. Pulling back, he grinned. “You should come with me. To see for yourself that it’s not how you think.”
Breck eyed him dubiously. “What, you mean go to that district place?”
“Yeah. You can go as my guest.”
Breck frowned. “But I wouldn’t be with you. You’d be center stage doing your show.”
“Well, yes…” Kai agreed with that. “But we could always go beforehand. Tomorrow. Walk around, check things out. That way, when we return the next night for the show, you’ll be more familiar. More comfortable with just hanging out as I do my thing.”
Breck shook his head, aghast. “Someone would recognize me.”
“Not if your face is covered.”
“You mean, like a mask?” Breck asked incredulously. “Wouldn’t that just attract more fucking attention?”
Kai snorted. “Uh, no. Head coverings are quite the norm. And technically they’re not masks as much as hoods. Both Doms and subs like to wear them, but predominantly subs. Which, incidentally”—his grin turned wry—“is what you’d be posing as.”
Breck grunted. “Ah. More pretending. With me going as your ‘guest’ equating to me going as your ‘sub.’”
Kai’s dark gaze hooded subtly. “Yes.”
Breck shifted his weight, surprised by how tempted he was. Was it insane to even contemplate such a thing? “What would I wear?” The equivalent to a ski mask and athletic garb surely wouldn’t mesh.
“I’ll worry about that. Just bring yourself.”
Breck swallowed, holding Kai’s gaze. A small, crazy part of him really wanted to do this. To be bold. It’d be exciting. Everything involving Kai always was. Just thinking about it had his heartbeat accelerating.
“I don’t know…” It’d be risky. Irresponsible. Reckless. What if, somehow, someway, someone discovered who he was?
Kai watched him as he debated, then slid his hands from Breck’s head to his jaw. “Think on it,” he encouraged. “It’s an experience. Few get a chance to even look inside.” His dark gaze dropped to Breck’s mouth. Slowly, he thumbed his lower lip.
Breck’s stomach flipped. “Okay,” he murmured. “I’ll think on it.” Although, when his brain cleared, this all could be a hell fucking no.
Kai smiled. Dropped his hands. “Good boy.”
Breck blinked, then shot him a scowl. “Stop calling me a boy.”
Kai’s lips twitched but he didn’t reply. Just headed for his music dock to retrieve his phone. Walking back, he pulled up his photos, then handed his iPhone to Breck. “For your approval, as promised.”
Oh, God. He’d forgotten about those pictures yet again.
Taking Kai’s cell, he did a scroll through, inspecting each image. Like last time, no incriminating angles had been captured to expose his identity. He paused on one of the photos. Lingered. Okay, for real, he looked hot in Kai’s ropes. All strung up and completely immobilized. At Kai’s total mercy… His dick started to swell.
He cleared his throat and handed it back. “Looks good. Thanks.”
Kai inclined his head. “You’re welcome. The pleasure was mine.”
Breck nodded with a grin. “It was definitely a ride.”
Kai’s lips curved as their gazes lingered. A few moments later though, he glanced at the clock. “Hmm. It’s getting late.” He looked back at Breck. “And unfortunately, my days start early.”
Aka Breck’s cue to scram. Not that he wouldn’t have minded staying awhile. His sated ass all chilling on Kai’s couch. He liked it here. The vibe was calming. The polar opposite of his current digs. What’s more, he liked hanging with Kai more than his frat house bros. Which wasn’t to say he didn’t love his boys. Those fuckers were just obnoxious. And annoying. And loud.