Vulnerable [Suncoast Society] (Suncoast Society #29)(13)

And his eyes. Holy cow, gorgeous blue eyes that hardened his cock like iron. Leo was taller than him by a few inches. Built beefier, too. Not fat, but fit. Broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips.

Jesse had always been a sucker for a guy who could make him feel like he could swallow him up in his arms. That had been one of the things about Mario that had hooked him so fast.

The guy picked the armchair at the far end of the couch, but at least it allowed them to see each other while they talked.

Jesse liked what he saw so far.

With more than a little deft conversational tangoing by Noel, he quickly learned Leo was forty-two, a Sarasota native, a self-employed welder, in the process of divorcing his wife, and had a six-year-old daughter. Likewise, Leo was given Jesse’s 411.

Although Jesse’s life, in comparison, was sad and boring.

“Your whole family disowned you?” Leo asked.

“Pretty much. My parents insisted it was a phase. When I insisted it wasn’t, they told me I could either get over this ‘gay nonsense,’ as they called it, or move out.” He shrugged. “So I moved out. My oldest brother, Jason, he’ll at least talk to me. He doesn’t agree with me, but he wasn’t a total dick about things. He doesn’t tell my parents or my other brother that we still have contact with each other. He doesn’t want them getting pissed off at him.”

“It’s pretty cool news about your job, though,” Noel said.

“Yeah, I was really floored when my boss told me. It’s a big step up. Going to be a lot of work, but it’ll pay off.” At least in this way he didn’t have to feel less-than. He had a career, and it was more than being a glorified gardener.

“Dinner is served,” Keith announced from the doorway. Scott had been helping him in the kitchen, apparently.

Leo stood and offered Noel a helping hand up off the couch. “Thanks,” she said. “That’s getting a little more difficult every day.”

“Eva got to the point by her sixth month where she sort of had to roll over onto her side to get up off the couch or out of bed by herself,” Leo said.

“Yeah, everyone keeps warning me of that.” She looked at Jesse. “Remember how big Leigh got toward the end? She said she was sure she had twins in there, but nope. Just one.”

“She was enormous,” Jesse said, then realized Leo had no idea who she was. “Sorry. One of our friends from the club.”

“Club?” Leo asked.

They’d made it into the dining room, but Scott and Keith had caught Jesse’s last comment. The three of them froze, and Jesse realized he’d committed one of the massive faux pas of BDSM.

The first rule of BDSM is we don’t discuss BDSM in front of vanillas.

“I–I’m sorry,” Jesse stammered, mentally kicking himself in the ass.

“No, it’s okay,” Keith said, indicating everyone should sit. “It would have come out eventually tonight.”

“What would?” Leo asked, taking a seat across from Jesse.

Keith smiled. “Leo, there’s a small thing about us that you aren’t aware of, beyond our poly triad household. Noel and Scott aren’t just my partners. They’re my collared slaves. I’m their Master. We’re all into BDSM.”





Chapter Five


Leo’s mind spun. “BDSM? Like that Fifty Shades stuff?”

The other four burst out laughing. “Yes and no,” Keith said. He pointed toward Jesse. “Jesse is a submissive. Not my submissive, and we don’t play together, but he’s single and, like I said, he’s looking to make new friends the way you are.”

“I…I honestly don’t know what to say.”

Keith’s smile faded. “I hope you don’t think any less of us for this.”

“No. I mean…” Leo swallowed hard. “You do this in real life?”

Yes, on his two visits to the resort in St. Pete he’d seen leathermen, but considering he hadn’t been part of the gay leather scene, he knew nearly as much about it as he did brain surgery.

Meaning absolutely nothing.

“Yes, we do,” Keith said. “Obviously, Noel’s not getting to play nearly as much as she’d like with her pregnancy and morning sickness issues, but she still serves me in other ways that I feel won’t harm her or our baby.”

This felt…weird. Like he’d been dropped into an X-rated after-school special. “People really…” He didn’t know where to go from there or what to say.

Jesse smiled from across the table. “I’m a bottom. A submissive to the right person. I like being controlled, strict bondage and domination. Impact play. And in bed, I don’t want to be in charge.”

Leo’s cock thickened again. He was grateful to be seated so it wasn’t visible. He’d managed to corral his unruly member somewhat during their pre-dinner talk, but now that they’d ended up on this topic, his cock wanted to hear more.

A lot more.

Keith cocked his head. “Well?” he asked Leo. “Or did my instincts totally deceive me?”

Leo slowly shook his head. “I…I guess I didn’t realize it was a thing.” He felt his face heat. “If I say something, can you all promise it never leaves this room?”