I shrugged with one shoulder. “It happens.”
“Right, yeah, of course, because why not?”
I grinned and combed my fingers through his hair. “That’s advanced play—an understatement. Those sessions go on for hours, and everybody involved knows what they’re doing.”
“I would hope so.” The boy shuddered. “I bet it’s hot, though. But—” He shook his head quickly, as if to clear it. “No, before I forget, I have to ask something.”
“Yeah?”
“Can I start a group chat for us?” he wondered. “James and I were talking on the way over, and our boundaries haven’t changed, but it would be nice if we had a chat for all of us so nobody’s left out of the loop—unless that’s on purpose.” He added the last part with a pointed look to James. “James doesn’t want to know a whole lot. He likes being caught off guard.”
James nodded with a dip of his chin. “I was more thinkin’ the group chat could be a good idea to just talk when we can’t see one another. Everyone’s got busy lives.”
Good point, and I loved the idea. “Set it up for us, boy.” I gave Jordan’s shoulder a squeeze. “I’ll give you Nate’s number.”
“I already have it,” he admitted, pulling out his phone. “It was listed at the bottom of the event page for tonight’s demo.”
Ah. Of course it was.
“The session is about to begin, everyone!” Sierra called out. “Please take your seats.”
“Oh gosh, okay, I’ll do this later.” Jordan promptly handed over his phone to James. “I gots to go take my seat.”
Warmth spread across my chest. He wasn’t worried or nervous anymore. His excitement was making a swift return, and it was amazing to see.
“Mr. Riley! Can I please be your model tonight?” someone asked.
I looked into the little crowd forming by the low demo stage.
Don’t think so, boy. That position’s been filled.
“Nuh-uh!” Jordan whispered, clutching my hand. “He’s gonna pick me, right?”
I smiled and kissed his forehead. “He’s gonna pick you. Go on. James and I will be back here. Have fun.”
“Okay, see you later, Daddy.” He scurried away.
I drew a deep breath and let the pleasure course through me.
We were going in the right direction, and it felt damn good. I was so happy I’d waited until Nate and I were solid again. This was right. This was something we could only do together.
James and I found seats along the nearest wall, and we sat down farther away from the other partners who were here to observe. It was darker back here too, with all the spotlights aimed at the stage.
Was James a little tense?
“Are you all right?” I asked.
He nodded once and rubbed his hands against his jeans, kind of like I did when my hands were sweaty. “Yeah. A little nervous, perhaps.”
“About what? Tell me.” I didn’t want him to think my caregiving only extended to Jordan. “Just like I’ll want Jordan to get used to the idea of coming to me with kink-related worries…”
He flicked me a hesitant look, and then he dug something out of his back pocket. “What if it goes beyond kink?” He handed me a folded piece of paper.
I opened it and saw a lengthy list that Jordan had written.
Ask Mister Rigger about his favorite snacks, meals, and treats.
Ask Mister Rigger about his favorite hobbies and interests.
