Page 39 of Naughty November
I liked Sloan. He used to work with Max’s brother. These days, he was part of a poly family outside Winchester. Two Doms, two subs.
Max had dated one of those subs. Li’l Corey.
He might be the only one I’d felt real jealousy toward, because Max had really tried to make that relationship work. But neither of them had felt the right chemistry, and they’d ended up laughing it off and returning to being friends. Much to my relief.
“We have some good friends over in that community, don’t we?” I tilted my head toward Max and folded an arm behind my head. “It’d be nice to see Lane and Nora more often.” They had also left us for Mclean.
I missed Lane sometimes. We’d never dated, but we’d had a good arrangement once upon a time. Wild masochist. Happily married these days.
Max hummed and repositioned one of his pillows closer to me, and he landed his elbow on it. “Would you start another dynamic with Lane?”
I felt my forehead wrinkle. “Why would I do that? He and Ty are married and fairly exclusive.” They had a thing with two others.
Wait—shit, fuck. That gave me an idea. They had a house down here. If I reached out to Lane, chances were he’d know a place we could host a takedown.
“True—I forgot about that.” Max kept his stare fixed on the Dolphins game I’d muted. “Mclean’s got a fuck-ton of primal masochists, so I guess you won’t be in short supply.”
Was he… Was he getting a bit territorial of me? Because I could live with that. I could also jump in and reassure him if that was what he needed.
I couldn’t lie; it felt fucking good. If he was, in fact, a touch worried I might get distracted by a bunch of masochists.
“I don’t know that I’d go lookin’ at all,” I said. “You already agreed to bend over for me and be my sweetheart. I have my masochist.” I wriggled my toes for good measure. “I can trade the back rub for a foot rub right now.”
He chuckled dryly. “Hilarious.”
Darlin’, I ain’t jokin’.
Fuck it. I wasn’t gonna budge on this one. If shit went south, we could play this off as another Florida trip gone wild. We’d alreadyacknowledged that we behaved differently on vacation. Our friendship would survive.
“I wasn’t trying to be funny.” I drew a quick breath and threw caution to the wind. I nudged him back, then crawled on top of him, and his eyes widened in shock for just a fraction of a second. His composure returned quickly, and he undoubtedly fell back on the knowledge that I was known to raise hell from time to time. I liked to push buttons, like most Sadists did.
“You’re not gonna get a rise outta me, Reid.”
I grinned and peered down between us, making sure my cock pressed against his. “You sure about that?”
Downside to fucking with someone you loved?
It affected you too.
Fuck, he felt good underneath me.
The humor drained out of me as a wildfire of lust incinerated my bloodstream, and I locked eyes with him again. He swallowed, and I could tell he was struggling to maintain his indifference.
“Would it be so bad to explore what we got off to last night?” I asked quietly.
He clenched his jaw. I’d brought it up. I hadn’t been vague or used words like…what we talked aboutor…what we fantasized about. We’d both gotten hard. We’d stroked ourselves off. I’d heard him moan and hiss and curse.
“Are you serious right now? You know I’m not a sub.”
I flicked my gaze to his mouth for a hot second. “I know you’re not a delivery guy or a collector of porcelain figurines either, which is about as relevant to the conversation.” I lifted a brow. “I’m not lookin’ for a sub, Max. I wanna have fun with someone who will fight me.” I couldn’t help myself. I pushed myself against him, applying more pressure to his cock, and fuck if I wasn’t getting hard too. “Someone who loves pain.”
I had a feeling I knew why he’d marked rough and primal play on that fucking kink list.
It all added up. His hottest fantasies over the years—they were all about him getting a taste of his own medicine. When he took a strayhit, when someone fought back, when he woke up the next day with marks and bruises…
I grabbed Max’s jaw and dipped down, close enough so our noses almost touched, and he sucked in a quick breath.
“The only one I wanna chase down tomorrow is you,” I murmured.