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“Hey Frankie, you want to go to church tonight?”
“Not especially,” I grumbled.
Owen chuckled and scratched the back of his neck, turning toward me. “It’s not really a church, it’s a…shit.”
“Don’t be shy, Owen.” Flynn coaxed. “Frankie was just telling me how close the two of you were.”
“Sex club,” Archie said, taking the air fryer that Owen had never put down toward the kitchen. “And considering the history between you two, if we go, all of the dicks are staying in the pants.”
“Speak for yourself,” Flynn said under his breath.
“I’m just…you know what I mean.”
“I assure you, Archie, my interest in sleeping with Owen has been gone for longer than it ever existed.” I made an X across my heart. “Scout’s honor.”
“Dicks in the pants is fine,” Owen said, sliding his arm around my shoulder and pulling me toward the guest room. “Let’s find you something to wear.”
Once we were out of earshot, Owen rested his head on my shoulder, nerves and tension leaking out of him as we both settled into the comfort we loved so much.
“Please don’t hate this for me,” he said.
I swallowed down my pride and my irritation.
“Owen, I could never.”
CHAPTER TWO
FRANKIE
We’d made it to Rapture, and that was how I had found myself alone near the dance floor with the man who was quickly turning out to be my arch-nemesis, Flynn Galloway. The banter was worth it, though. Because Flynn was handsome and he had a quick wit. I would have loved to fuck him, but as it stood, we’d just had too much to drink and we’d kissed and it…
It was not good.
I’d always lived my life following the rule of being willing to try anything twice. Hell, that was how Travis and I had fallen into a lot of the kinks we preferred to indulge in, but I knew kissing Flynn a second time would have been a horrible idea. Best case, it would have been just as bad as the first one. Worst case, it would have been better and I would have had a lot of kinksplaining to do if things escalated. And I was in the wrong time zone, away from my boyfriend, and just as tired as I’d been when we hatched the horrible idea to come out and party in the first place.
Instead of taking a gamble on either choice, I shoved Flynn off on a gorgeous little blond-haired twink who looked like an angel who knew how to fuck. The two of them dry-humped against the wall for a while before heading out, undoubtedly en route to a hotel or the back seat of a car. I’d heard from Owen that the alley behind Rapture saw its fair share of action too. A viable option, indeed.
“You look bored,” Archie said, finding me at the bar. He ordered a fresh drink for himself and a new round for me, which I thanked him for. “Did you scare Flynn off?”
“I don’t think anything scares that man.”
Archie hummed a thoughtful noise in the back of his throat. “I don’t think any of us scare easily.”
When Archie said us, he meant him and his four best friends. The Trophy Doms, Owen told me they’d been dubbed, which was the most fitting moniker for the group of them. Too much money, not enough sense, and I had a feeling the list of kinks between the five of them ran very near a mile long.
“What scares you?” I asked, rolling my eyes at my best friend’s boyfriend’s uncontainable arrogance.
“Losing Owen.” He turned to face me, expression serious. Then he clinked our glasses together. “I think you’ll find the upstairs more entertaining, Frankie. You can even take your cock out as long as you keep it away from my boyfriend.”
He didn’t invite me to come with him, instead, leaving me alone at the bar with a fresh gin and tonic and about a quarter of the audacity. I watched him go, sipping my drink when he caught up to Owen on the stairs and wrapped my best friend in his arms. They disappeared into a dark corner of the loft, and I sighed, swirling the black cocktail straw around my drink.
I had two more days in LA before I returned home to the small town where Owen and I had spent our entire lives. Two days until I was back in the comfort of my own bed with my own things.
My own cat.
My own boyfriend.
Leaning against the bar, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and pressed his name on the screen, hoping it wasn’t too late for a video chat. I expected the call would go to voicemail, but Travis answered at the last minute. His side of the call was mostly dark, save for the green glow across his face from the alarm clock and the stark white pillowcase beneath his head.
