Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
I wasn’t sure I agreed with his assessment of how I looked, but I understood the draw of contrasts. Kingsley and Tate were full of those too. Kingsley, the Master who could make me fall to my knees with a single look, who always wore jeans and tees and hoodies, who didn’t feel the need to assert himself to others; he just was. Then Tate, his Master’s property. The love of Kingsley’s life. My daughter’s teacher, who’d fooled me for months by wearing preppy cashmere sweaters, gingham button-downs, chinos, and glasses. Never a hair out of place. But when all that came off, he was a tattooed masochist and switch.
Tate had introduced me to BDSM not that long ago. They’d granted me the privilege of joining them for occasional playtime. And Tate was…pure filth. A sadistic little Dominant who called me Daddy before rubbing my face in my own come.
Kingsley cleared his throat as I flipped the screen again. “So explain something to me. You see this kid once or twice a year, but now you’re suddenly nervous?”
To be fair, I was always uncomfortable when seeing Jack.
And Tate had no issue telling his Master just that.
“To this degree?” Kingsley pressed.
“Well, no,” I admitted. After flicking off the lights in the bedroom, I aimed for the living room, where I had liquid courage on a cart next to the couch. “Things have changed. I’m supposed to be Uncle Franklin, the boring, straitlaced, predictable man who’s married to his aunt.”
While Tate smirked, Kingsley scraped his teeth across his bottom lip and took on a pensive expression.
“Screw who you’re supposed to be to him,” he murmured. “Who’s he supposed to be to you?”
I frowned. “You lost me. He’s my nephew, of course.”
Believe me. He’s my nephew.
Kingsley cocked a brow.
Tate was highly entertained, and he crawled up on Kingsley’s lap and rested his elbow on Kingsley’s shoulder. “I mean, you kinda indicated something else last week when you told me about his visit.”
I scowled at him, then poured myself a whiskey. I had twenty minutes before my car service was due.
“I did nothing of the sort,” I insisted. “I merely pointed out that since the last time I saw him, I’ve stopped being in denial about who I am—about what I am—and I’m worried I’ll see him in a different light.”
“As I said…” Tate drawled. “So are you bringing condoms?”
“For heaven’s sake!” I stared at him in disbelief. He was not helpful.
Kingsley’s eyes flashed with amusement. “I take it he ticks all the Dom boxes, then?”
God, I shouldn’t have accepted Tate’s call in the first place. They were making things worse. Much, much worse. Because they were saying out loud what I dreaded the most. I didn’t want Jack and BDSM in the same sentence.
But…yes. That was my fear.
I took a generous sip of my drink and relished the burn as it slid down my throat.
“Is he gay?” Tate wondered.
I winced and inclined my head.
Jack had always been out, so to speak. When he’d reached the age most boys declared their love for girls, he’d said he’d liked boys “way more.” By fourteen, he’d had at least two boyfriends.
“I think I’ve envied him on some level,” I admitted. “I never knew why, but now…”
I could put two and two together.
Homosexuality hadn’t existed in my world, not until I started college. My parents had come from nothing in Nowhere, Kentucky. Then my father had managed to get through school while working two jobs, and he’d made a life for us. They’d moved to DC right before I was born. He’d started his own practice. Mother had been a housewife. Not particularly religious, but traditional, nonetheless. Not to mention very strict and demanding. They’d wanted their idea of a bright future for me. Scholarships, private school, a fine degree. Wife, children, a nice house.
I’d had my first intimate dream about another man when I was in high school, but it’d been about a teacher I hadn’t liked, so I’d chalked it up to a horrendous nightmare. I’d been so incredibly angry and embarrassed by my physical reactions.
Not long after, I’d asked Samantha out on a date.
“I’ve done so many things wrong,” I said.
That softened something in Tate’s eyes. “It gave you Lily.”
That was true. I certainly had no regrets, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t feel bitter and ashamed at times.
“It’s time to look forward, pet,” Kingsley murmured. “You’re building something new.”
I nodded once and took another sip of my drink. He was right. I was finally on the right path.
“Literally—if we count the house in Mclean.” Tate brightened the mood with that one. “You’ve contributed so damn much, Franklin. Let me know if you want us to name one of the playrooms after you.”
I coughed around a laugh. “Samantha wanted us to donate money to the country club a few years ago, just so they would name the cigar room after me. In other words, that’s the last thing I want.”