Page 38 of Naughty November
Damn right.
He unpacked his toiletry kit and headed into the bathroom.
On the way to my side of the bed, I cranked up the AC and grabbed the remote for the flat-screen on the wall. Our room faced the back of the house, so the pool lights one story below painted waves on our ceiling.
Some of the others were still down there. Max and I had left when Sam had brought out handcuffs and butt plugs.
At least Max and I were on the same page there. We’d never been much for toys. I reckoned between the two of us, we owned three bundles of rope and a handful of paddles and floggers.
Scratch that; I’d spotted a prostate massager at his place once, though I wasn’t sure if that was something an ex had forgotten or if…it was simply something I shouldn’t think about too hard.
He had an ass made for fucking, though.
I got comfortable in bed after stripping down to boxer briefs, and I turned on the TV.
Everything in our room was white or pale blue, earning its name the Blue Room. It’d been my second stop in the house, after abruptly walking in and walking out of the Orange Room.
Orange just wasn’t my color.
I settled on ESPN and kicked off the duvet while I waited for the AC to go from seventy-six to sixty-eight. In the bathroom, it sounded like Max was talking to someone. He must’ve brought his phone. It reminded me to shoot my boy a message, so I texted him.
Did you hand in your essay? Have a good week, son. Call if you need anything. Or text. We might be out, so I’ll respond as soon as I can.
I returned my phone to my nightstand and took a swig of water.
Tomorrow morning, we were gonna scout for a good takedown area, and we might have to drive for a while. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind heading down to the Keys. We weren’t that far away, and it’d make a nice day trip. This area we were in was a little too wild. Jungle and swamplands with plenty of wildlife posed one too many risks.
“Yeah, no kidding,” I heard Max chuckle. Whoever he was talking to must be a close friend, considering he was brushing his teeth at the same time.
My phone buzzed, presumably with Dylan’s reply—except it wasn’t. I was surprised to see a text from Reese, but maybe I shouldn’t have been. Kinky gossip traveled fast within the DC communities.
It’s been a week since y’all closed OT, and I’ve yet to see membership requests from you and Max. What the fuck, man? Is there someone else?
I grinned and replied.
I guess I wanted to know if you cared enough to reach out. Thanks for making me feel special, kitten. Chances are you’ll get our requests soon.
It wasn’t the first time Reese Tenley had been blunt about our joining Mclean House. The past few years, at least four or five of our members had left to join them instead, and Max and I knew the reputation Old Town had garnered toward the end. Just…filled with drama. Usually accompanied by, “But Max and Reid are so nice, and they should jump that sinking ship like fucking yesterday.”
Well, we had jumped now.
Reese replied once more as Max came out of the bathroom.
Looking forward to it, princess. You’ve always been special to us.
I chuckled.
“What’s funny?” Max asked.
“Reese Tenley,” I answered. “He asked why we haven’t joined Mclean House yet.”
Max snorted softly and got into bed. “Soon enough, I assume. I’m not gonna rush this vanilla break.”
Amen. Except…
“You ain’t vanilla, Max.”
He avoided a direct answer. “Speaking of not vanilla—and Mclean House—I met up with Sloan for coffee last week. He extended an invite too.”