Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Me and my big mouth. I’d forgotten I talked to her about that. The truth was, it had felt like something was missing lately. I blamed Aidan for that. Seeing how happy he was with Finley made me want more, but none of the men I’d played with sparked my interest outside of a scene from time to time. I wanted…something, though I didn’t know what it was. Or, well, I wanted what Aidan had, but how did one go about finding it?
“Yeah, it has been. You don’t happen to know a male, submissive-leaning switch who is everything I want, even though I don’t know what that is, do you?”
“Sorry, big bro. I don’t.”
“Damn it. Worth a try.” I wanted someone I could take care of, in a way. I wasn’t sure if I wanted as much control as Aidan had. I’d never done the total power exchange, twenty-four seven, but Aidan hadn’t either before Finley. Still, Aidan was one hundred percent dominant, and I wasn’t, so that wouldn’t work for me. I needed someone who would give up control, except when I needed to hand over the reins…or, on rare occasions, when they needed to hold them. Someone who would do anything for the people they loved. I wanted someone who enjoyed a night out the way I did, but who also had simple tastes and understood what it was like to have nothing. With most, it was one or the other, and I believed that in order to appreciate having something, you had to have come from nothing. “Jesus, now I’m sitting here thinking about what I want in a man. Thanks a lot, Zoe.”
She laughed. “Do you want me to hook you up with Nasal Laugh? I think he might be bi. I don’t know if he’ll let you boss him around and spank him, though, or whatever it is you do.”
“Aaaand, that’s enough of that conversation for one day.” I got up to help her finish cooking dinner. The last thing I wanted was to share with Zoey explicit details of how I played.
I didn’t stay long after we ate. I went home and basically did jack shit.
The next day around midafternoon, I drove to Aidan’s. We were having a small get-together at their place before he and Finley left for Texas. Fin spent a few weeks with his family at the beginning of each summer, and this time, Aidan was going with him.
I could hear music playing in the backyard, which had never happened in all the years I’d known Aidan, not until he’d brought his boy home. I went through the side gate, which he’d said he’d leave unlocked for me. Finley, Ian, and Jordan were in the pool, while Aidan sat in a lounge chair, in swimming trunks and no shirt, working on his laptop. I set my bag down and took the seat beside him. “Why are you working? I thought this was a party.”
“Why are you asking? I thought you knew me,” he countered with a smirk.
“That I do, but you know me too, so put it away, otherwise I’m gonna harass you about it the whole time.”
“I’ll let that order pass because Finley has already given me a hard time about it as well.” Aidan put his computer in the bag and set it behind the chair.
“Hey, David, you’re here! Come swimming with us!” Jordan called from the pool with a big toothy grin, his hair plastered against his forehead. He was cute as hell. I thought so since the first time I saw him. He was always more talkative to me than Ian was, though I felt I’d gotten to know both of them quite a bit over the past couple of years. We didn’t spend time together without Aidan and Finley, but we were all fixtures in their lives, so it made sense. “Pleeeease?” Jordan begged when I didn’t answer right away.
That one would be a handful for any man he ended up with. He could use a firm hand, if you asked me. “I will in a little while.” He poked out his bottom lip, pretending to pout. “You keep doing that, and I’m gonna bite it.”
He smiled, shrugged. “I hope so.”
Well, well, well. That was different. I didn’t have the chance to reply before Ian splashed, then dunked him, and the three of them began playing around.
“Jesus, when is that kid gonna acknowledge he’s submissive as hell?” Aidan mused.
“I don’t know, but he’s clearly interested and naturally inclined. Even the way he asked if he could jerk off that time? Ian didn’t ask. Jordan did.”
“I remember.” Aidan nodded. “I thought the same thing more than once.” We were quiet for a moment before Aidan said, “I’m gonna bring my computer inside. Want a margarita?”
“You have to ask?”