Vulnerable [Suncoast Society] (Suncoast Society #29)(41)

“Thank you for trusting me last night,” Leo said.

Jesse turned him around. “I still trust you.”

“After what you’ve been through, I wouldn’t have blamed you if you’d wanted to take things slow.”

“I fully intended to take things slow with you,” he said. “Somehow, you got right inside my defenses.”

“Yeah. You, too.”

“And I know I can trust you.”

“How?”

“Because some guys, they would have been saying hey, you can trust me, I’ve only been with a woman, suck my cock. You never once tried that bullshit with me. You accepted it as a given, and you went down on me, trusting me when you saw my results.”

“I wouldn’t have come back here with you if I didn’t trust you. And Keith trusted you. I doubt he would have put us together if he didn’t trust both of us.”

Jesse smiled. “Exactly. If you want me to start humming the matchmaker song from Fiddler on the Roof, I will, but even I’m not quite that gay.”

Leo palmed Jesse’s cheek, his forehead touching Jesse’s. “Are we crazy?”

“Maybe. But we’re the good kind of crazy.”

“I don’t want to leave here tonight.”

“Then don’t. Spend the night.”

“You have to be up crazy early in the morning. Earlier than I do.”

“Then I could come home with you. I can slip out in the morning.” He grabbed Leo’s hips and did a sexy bump and grind against him. “Ever have a naked houseboy cleaning for you?”

Leo wrapped his arms around Jesse. “I know you said you want to eventually be Master and slave, but I’m not going to make you clean my house for me.”

“There is no ‘make’ involved here. I want to. That’s part of my kink. Service, not just sexy time. There’s been times Tilly comes to the club and either I don’t feel like playing, or she doesn’t, and I spend the night getting her food and soda or coffee, rubbing her neck, things like that. I’m the whole package, Sir.”

“Is she going to be upset she can’t play with you anymore?”

“Nope. She’ll be happy for us. I can’t wait for you to meet her.”

“What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“Not much.” Jesse grinned. “Probably laundry, at the rate we’re going through sheets and towels.”

“Let me make you dinner tomorrow night. My place. Laurel will be with me next weekend, so if we’re going to spend time together this week, it needs to be during the week.”

“Okay.” He grinned again. “Can I be naked while you cook?”

“You have a naked thing going, don’t you?”

“Dude, good luck keeping clothes on me when we’re alone.”

“Hmm. So that could be a punishment, huh?”

Jesse’s eyes widened. “What?”

“If you misbehave, I can order you to wear clothes.”

“Aw, come on. That’s just mean.”

Leo’s evil grin inflated Jesse’s cock. “You could safeword.”

“For clothes? Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“I…” Jesse finally started laughing, so hard that he had to rest his head against Leo and hold on until he got himself under control. “Dude, please don’t ever think you’re not a Dom. You absolutely are a Dom.”

“Is that a yes, then? That I can punish you by ordering you to wear clothes?”

“Yes, dammit.”

Leo arched an eyebrow at him.

“Yes, Sir, dammit,” Jesse corrected himself.

“That’s better.”





Leo was sitting on the couch, naked, on a towel, legs spread wide, TV on, coffee in one hand, his phone in the other, and Jesse on his knees on the floor, slowly worshipping Leo’s cock through a cherry-flavored condom.

Leo smiled down at him as he went through his e-mail. “You are too damn good at that,” Leo teased.

Jesse, whose wrists were once again cuffed behind him, smiled up at him around Leo’s cock. “Thanth yoo, Thir.” He went back to sucking Leo’s cock.

Leo laughed and set his phone down so he could ruffle Jesse’s hair. His plan was, after coffee, to bend the man over the bed, much as he had the night before, only this time f*cking his ass in the process.

And then he’d flip Jesse over onto his back and suck his balls dry.

He was contemplating that plan when his phone rang, startling him. It was barely nine o’clock on a Sunday morning.

Eva’s name showed on the display.

Dammit. “Yeah? What’s up?”

“Daddy, how come you’re not home?”

He nearly spilled his coffee as he flinched, startled. “Laurel? Where are you?”

“I wanted to go out for breakfast, and Mommy said we could take you, too, but you’re not home.”

Fuck.

Of course Eva would want to stop by to see if he was home.

Or home alone.

On the heels of that, he felt guilty for thinking like that.

He thought fast, remembering an ad he’d seen that week. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’m at a tractor show in Ft. Meade. I got up early and came with the friends I had dinner with last night.”