Page 74 of Dance for Me
“Of course, you do. It’s been an...athletic afternoon for us both. We can just stay here, talk to the local reprobates,” he said in a mock whisper with an eye roll toward Jasper, “and relax for a couple hours before I take you back to bed. Or we can mosey on next door and play. Whatever you feel up to, Bodie.”
Jasper snorted. “Can you even get your dick up again after your athletic afternoon, brother? That geriatric piece of equipment might struggle with twice in one day.”
“Shut up before I call your favorite shadow dweller over and tell her just how excited you are at the prospect of scening with her, J. And for the record, my cock isn’t that much older than yours.”
“Two years makes all the difference.” Jasper winked at Bodie, and to Braun’s surprise, she offered him a hesitant smile in return. Well, I never thought I’d see the day when she didn’t look at J like the enemy. “How are you doing today, poppet? Atticus thinks it’s hilarious you clocked me. His new pet name for you is Slugger.”
Blue eyes rounded in shock, then she burst into laughter sweeter than cotton candy. “Slugger? Seriously, that’s the best he’s got?”
Braun stared at his friend, no doubt with the mirror image of Jasper’s shocked face plastered on his own. Apparently, his subbie was easy enough to tame if one held her hostage in a parking lot and pushed her past her social limits into a fight. What the fuck had Jasper said to her while they sat on the cold ground last night?
Whatever it was, it worked.
“You gave me some good smacks, poppet. With a bat in your hands, you’d have had me on my knees. I see you remember what I told you last night before this big lummox came and stole you away?” Jasper leaned back, running his finger under his lower lip thoughtfully. “Good girl.”
Her shiver at the praise rippled into Braun. “Thank you, Master Jasper.”
“You’re welcome, poppet. Now, excuse me while I grab myself a drink and catch up with Liam. I need his opinion on something.” The blond rose, took the long way out of the pit, and left the two lovers alone.
“I should have brought him a drink,” Bodie murmured, nesting into Braun at his behest. “That was kind of rude of me, wasn’t it?”
“Not at all. You had your orders, little one, and made me proud.” He breathed in the scent of her hair, pleased beyond measure that she now smelled like him. His shower gel, his shampoo. The scent of bergamot suited her. “Besides, Jasper might have wanted to play tonight. Obviously, he’s decided against it.” Even though Anarchy trails after him with devotion in her eyes, he thought as he watched the little blonde scurry after his friend.
Bodie scowled at the drink on the side. “You’d already decided we weren’t playing tonight, hadn’t you? Sir,” she tacked on hastily. “You know, we could be in bed right now...”
“Undoubtedly, we could. I intend to have you there again in short order but consider this a reprieve. Time to chill out, give your body a break without being ravaged by me.”
“Being here wouldn’t stop you from ravaging me,” she said huskily. “But we’d have one hell of an audience, and I’m not sure I want to share you with the rest of the club.”
He nibbled her bare shoulder. “You’ll share me as much as I share you, little one. They can look, they can dream, but they can’t touch, taste, or fuck without express permission. But not tonight. Tonight is for you and I, and my very lonely bed.”
“I-I don’t know if I should stay the night.”
This was news to him, but he was loath to turn it into a fight...or make her run. “Oh, I really think you should. I like falling asleep with you in my arms, Bodie. I like waking to your company even more.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and considered it a victory when she blushed and turned her face into his neck. “I’d like you to think about spending a few nights a week here with me, Bodie. All the nights. I want you here, safe with me. Tucked up next to me. Making love with me.”
Her lips curved against his skin. “It’s all about you, isn’t it, Sir?”
“Oh absolutely, little one.”
“Well then, I guess I better do as my Master asks.”
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