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“You’re supposed to ask permission before letting another Dom touch you,” Adam growled, tugging on Angel’s hips to pull her back. Rick let his hands linger down her arms as she pulled away. Adam glared at Rick through narrowed eyes. Superficially, the two of them looked rather alike, although Adam had facial hair and tended to be compared to a Viking. In both looks and demeanor. Whereas Rick was usually seen as more clean cut and easy-going.
Rick grinned and winked at Angel, eliciting another growl from Adam.
“Oh stop it, it’s just Rick. Sir.”
Ever since Adam had realized Angel didn’t exactly run on his leash, he’d been remarkably easy to tease. It wasn’t something any of their group of friends got to do very often, and for the single ones—like Rick and Andrew—it was fast becoming their favorite game. Patrick didn’t play, but then again Angel didn’t encourage him either. She definitely encouraged Rick and Andrew.
Eventually Adam was going to stop putting up with it.
“Do we need another lesson on manners, sub?” the blond Dom asked, biting her earlobe. Angel’s eyes half-lidded as she shivered. He had her pulled up against his body, nestled between his legs, rather than allowing her to sit on her own stool. Rick watched enviously. Not that he disliked being a voyeur, but his enjoyment of watching them was also tinged with his jealousy.
“If it pleases you, Sir,” she replied, a sultriness to her voice.
“If you’d behaved, it would have pleased me sooner. Now you’ll have to wait. Brat. Now answer Rick’s question.”
Angel pouted as both Rick and Patrick laughed. Every so often she would try to top from the bottom and it was always amusing to watching Adam catch her at it. He always kept her guessing as to how she’d be punished for it.
“What was the question again?” she asked.
“Who’s not coming back here anytime soon?” he repeated, waving at one of the subs serving drinks. He’d been here often enough for them to know he just wanted a glass of anything on tap.
Making a face, Angel sighed. “Leigh. Ever since she got back together with dickhead, she’s been doing whatever he wants to do. I don’t think she’s even told him about this place, there’s no way he’d be okay with her coming here.”
“That’s too bad.” Their group had rather liked Angel’s best friend. She was sweet with a sunny disposition, despite the fact she’d met them all after a recent breakup with her long-term boyfriend—a.k.a. dickhead. Rick thought she might even be a bit submissive. She was definitely attractive enough to appeal to him. A little small on top, but he’d definitely appreciated her well-rounded hips and ass.
The generously endowed tease he’d seen at the pool flashed through his head, cutting right across his mental image of Leigh. Yeah, those were some delightful proportions. Anna’s had been close to those... but there was just that little something missing. A spark he’d felt from just looking at pool-girl. That spark had definitely been absent when he’d met Leigh too.
“Yeah, I really wish she’d just give up on him, but something always sends her back.”
“We feel the same about Jared,” Patrick said, looking at her sympathetically. Well, as close to sympathy as his expression ever came. The scar running down the side of his face, leftover from a playful sword fight in high school with his best friend, tended to twist his expressions a bit. “Haven’t talked to him in days.”
Angel made a face, wrinkling her nose in a manner that was as adorable as it was disdainful. “Yeah, I didn’t think there was anyone worse than Michael, but Marissa definitely takes the prize. I understand Leigh’s relationship better than I understand theirs.”
“We’ve been wondering for years if he’ll ever manage to get away from her, but every time she draws him back in,” Rick said, turning to accept the beer the submissive had brought him. The pretty blonde imp gave him an inviting smile, but he just kept his own smile neutral and nodded his thanks before turning away.
“Don’t feel like playing again tonight?” Patrick asked, once the server was out of earshot. Rick just shook his head. Maybe if he saw someone he actually felt a stirring of interest in, but he wasn’t going to force another disappointing scene tonight.
“I wish I had more female friends,” Angel muttered. The guys all looked at her, their expressions ranging from amusement to disbelief. It was well known that Angel preferred guy friends to girls, although she’d become fast friends with Jessica, Hilary, Lexie, and Olivia. They and Leigh were the exceptions to her rule; something Adam struggled with but tolerated for her sake. “What? I do! I’m sure if I had them, they’d be awesome, and then I could hook Rick up.”
“What about me?” Patrick asked, pretending to be affronted. Angel shot him a look that was probably supposed to be significant, but which glanced right off of him. Whatever message she had been trying to convey, either Patrick didn’t get it or wasn’t interested in hearing it. Interesting.
Rick had been so caught up in his own search for a submissive, he hadn’t even thought about Patrick. Then again, the club owner hadn’t exactly said anything about wanting a permanent sub. Hell, if Rick remembered correctly, he hadn’t even played in the club in months. Perhaps he had the same problem Rick did?
“Anyway,” Angel said, turning her attention back to Rick. “I just feel a little bad. All my friends are guys... I’m useless.”
“Far from,” Adam said, squeezing her hip. “Although I wouldn’t mind if you had more girl friends as well.”
“Where’s Master Michael been?” Rick asked, deliberately throwing out the name just to grate on Adam. The two men got along pretty well, despite Michael being a very old, very good, almost intimate friend, of Angel’s. A dominant and a sadist, the two of them definitely had some chemistry when the group had first met him, but that had seemed to fade as she and Adam had become more involved. Still, while Adam tolerated Angel’s male friendships, and had even become friends with her roommates, any mention of Michael seemed to up his level of possessiveness.
“Settling into the area,” Angel said with a wave of her hand. “Adam’s been keeping him employed during the daylight hours, but he’s been trying to find some theater gigs in the evenings.”
“I’m sure he’ll be back at the club when he has the time,” Adam said blandly. Not fooling anyone.
Good submissive that she was, Angel turned slightly sideways to lean into him, as if sensing Rick’s teasing was getting to be a little too much and Adam needed a show of her love and devotion to him. Which also made Rick feel a bit bad. Teasing Adam was fun, but he didn’t mean to take out his own frustrations on his friend. Definitely time to stop. Although, now he doubted Adam would care much, as Angel curved into his body, her face nuzzling into his neck.
Damn. What Rick wouldn’t give for a submissive who read his own moods that well. He could actually see Adam relaxing as Angel rubbed up on him.
“So,” he said, turning to Patrick to give the two a bit of privacy. “How—“
