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Travis’s voice boomed as he took the mic from Damon. “Thank you all for letting us come here and play. As dads now, we don’t get to clubs often, but with all our friends raving about this place, we had to check it out and we’re not disappointed a bit! This is a great place, and the hosts are fantastic! Please, give me a few minutes to ready my sub and we’ll get started.”
I was so happy to see them that I went on and on about them to Rick. “They’re such good people, and like Travis said, they’re dads too. They have two little boys.”
“We’ll have them over for dinner some night if they can get back here between open weekends here at Cowpokes.”
“I’d love that.” Rick glanced over his shoulder, and I knew what he was doing. “Rick. Stop.”
“What?”
His innocent face was scorching with guilt. “Rick, who cares?”
“He left you for that?”
“Rick! That’s mean,” I accused, but couldn’t help but laugh. “His new guy is cute as hell, and I no longer care one bit.”
“He’s not you, not even close.”
I glanced as he said it, and then I did a double take. The man with Jeffery wasn’t the guy he’d been seeing behind my back. “That’s…a different guy.”
“What?”
“Yeah. Looks like he’s already cheating on his boyfriend. Typical.”
“That’s not the guy he came with the last time. I saw those two making out and feeling up each other the last time we were here. That one was cute. Sorry.”
“No, it’s fine. He was very cute, but…why is Jeffery already cheating?”
Rick kissed me solidly. “That’s not our business. That is not us. We’re different.”
“We’re different.”
Watching Travis and Lonnie was revving us up along with the crowd. From the start of Travis binding Lonnie to the wall in back of the stage, their touching and sweetness with each other was erotic. Travis was good about getting Lonnie into a place where he could take even the most painful of play, and he skimmed his fingers down Lonnie’s bare back, tying his hair in a bun before getting a bullwhip and warming up his arm and shoulder.
“I’d love to try that,” Rick admitted. “I’d never be confident enough. I’d die if I hurt you.”
“Hud is starting with it on Theo now. Theo said they went outside to do it when it was still warm because Hud needed the room. From what Theo said, he was blissed out for hours after. I know you could do it, but I’m not…okay with that. At least right now.”
“It takes practice and a lot of skill to do it and not permanently hurt someone. I don’t think we’ll be trying that for some time, if ever.”
“I’m fine with that. What we do…it’s great. We don’t need to start adding to it until we’re both ready.”
Rick’s hand ran up my leg under the robe, his pinky barely caressing my balls through the thin briefs. That little touch alone had me wriggling in my seat. He leaned over to me, kissing my neck, which made it worse, but he soon stopped me. “Sit still. People will think you’re ready to be fucked.”
“What if I am?”
“You have shows to do,” he reminded me, then bit on my neck just hard enough to get my full attention. Not that he didn’t have it already.
“Right,” I huffed in a harsh breath punctuated with the first of many cracks of Travis’s whip.
“Watch those beautiful men on stage. Don’t look at me or anything else.”
My heart was pounding in my chest and a fresh sheen of sweat broke out over my skin. Rick was insufferable, reaching over to rub my dick through the briefs, breathing on places he’d wetly kissed or bitten on my neck to dry the saliva there.
That bit of cool while being so heated had my body confused and it only made my arousal worse. Every crack of the whip, each line of red on Lonnie’s back added to the heat, the erotic air in the room gathering steam.
The men in the audience were reverent to the show on stage, keeping their talking to a low murmur to not take Travis’s attention from Lonnie. Not that bullhorns could do that. Travis and Lonnie Walton were the epitome of the kind of couple I wanted to be with Rick. Travis was totally devoted to Lonnie in every way, and it showed in his care for Lonnie onstage.
“They’re beautiful together, like us,” Rick said, mirroring my hopes.
