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Hugging Lexie tightly, Brandon kept a hold of her, tucking her under his arm as he turned his attention to Patrick. That ball in the pit of his stomach tightened again. Brandon had never been as openly expressive as his wife, and Patrick wasn’t sure what to expect from him now.
Eyeing him up and down, the way Patrick had seen him do to all of Lexie’s dates throughout the years, Brandon cleared his throat. “You sure you know what you’re getting into, son?”
“Yes, Sir,” Patrick said, a smile curving his lips as he glanced at Lexie. She was rolling her eyes at the male posturing.
“Well, good luck then.”
Patrick almost laughed as Brandon pushed Lexie back towards him, before the older man settled back down into his chair with a kind of resigned sigh. That had been anticlimactic.
Scowling, Lexie looked over her shoulder at her father. “Dad!”
“What?” His voice completely bland, Brandon leaned to his left. “Could you two scoot over a bit? You’re blocking my view of the television.”
Making an exasperated noise, Lexie patted Patrick’s chest and went up on tiptoes to give him a brief kiss. “I’m gonna go see if Mom needs any help.”
“Okay.” Feeling a bit awkward again, Patrick settled in the other easy chair, the one he and Jake usually fought over when both of them were in the house. That’s where he always sat when Jake wasn’t home, but he’d always done it as a kind of adopted son, not as Lexie’s boyfriend.
He’d watched a lot of Knight Rider from this seat. It was Brandon’s favorite show.
“How you been?” Brandon asked, not taking his eyes away from the television. The way he always did. “It’s been a while.”
Finally relaxing completely, since it looked like Brandon wasn’t going to treat him any differently, Patrick settled back into his chair. “Sorry about that. I’ve been okay, just busy. How have things been around here?”
“Pretty good. Wendy wants to go on another cruise, go somewhere warmer in a couple of months, but that’ll depend on whether Jake re-enlists this time or not. If he’s gonna be gone again soon, we’ll probably stay home to get more time with him before he goes.”
“Is he thinking about staying home?” Patrick asked, surprised. Jake had mentioned it as a possibility the last time, but then he’d ended up deciding to re-enlist. He hadn’t mentioned it this time.
“He said something to Wendy about it, but not me,” Brandon said with a shrug. “She’s probably making a bigger deal out of it than it is.” Meaning, Jake might have mentioned it as a possibility and then his mother blew his small comment out of proportion. She did get excitable sometimes, especially because she really hated having Jake overseas and in dangerous situations.
Ever since meeting Jake and the Standishes, Patrick had been thankful to have them in his life, but maybe never more so than tonight. Momma wasn’t just accepting of him as Lexie’s boyfriend, she really was thrilled by it. She’d made all his favorite dishes, beamed at him all through dinner, and didn’t say anything embarrassing once. In contrast, Brandon just acted like tonight was any other dinner, as if Patrick and Lexie sitting next to each other and occasionally touching was nothing new. He didn’t even blink when Lexie referenced the fact that she’d been spending her nights at Patrick’s.
By the time the evening was over, he felt completely comfortable standing in their kitchen, talking with Brandon and Momma, while Lexie was tucked under his arm with her arm around his waist. It felt natural, as if this was the way it always should have been.
He knew he’d needed to wait as long as he had, to be with Lexie, but he was damned glad he didn’t have to wait any longer.
The new routine to her days made Lexie feel like a cat blessed with an unlimited amount of cream. She was practically licking her lips with how satisfied she felt. In the mornings she woke up, got dressed, and kissed Patrick goodbye on her way to work. A portion of his closet had been cleared out, and about half her wardrobe had found its way into there and the new dresser that had appeared in his room. Not that he’d said anything about it, the empty space in his closet and the dresser had just been there one day when she’d arrived, waiting to be filled.
So she’d filled them.
After work, she would go back to his place, maybe with a quick stop at her apartment beforehand. On nights when he was at Stronghold, she would change and go meet him there, spending the evening in his office or walking around the club with him. Sometimes she’d kneel beside him, other times she’d sit in one of the chairs across from him, and one time she spent about an hour under his desk. That had been fun. As long as she’d always been touching his cock in one way or another, he hadn’t cared what else she did, and so she’d been able to tease and torment him to her heart’s content. Well, until his control snapped and he’d wreathed his fingers through her hair, pushing her mouth down onto his cock until he came down her throat.
On nights when they weren’t at Stronghold, they’d take turns making dinner and just spending time together. Watching movies, playing games, hanging out with friends, giving and receiving neck and shoulder massages, all things they’d done before, but with the key difference that it was happening every night and they flirted and teased each other while they were doing it.
Before bed, she’d get a spanking. So far, she hadn’t managed to go one night without at least a swat or two, but she’d never gone to bed with more than ten. Then he’d tie her up or hold her down and pleasure them both thoroughly.
The only thing bugging her, a little bit, was that they hadn’t scened at Stronghold since they’d become a couple. She didn’t count the under-the-desk blowjob as a scene, because he’d continued working at the time. Which had been hot, but not a scene. Distracting herself by planning a Halloween Masquerade theme night for the club only worked so much.
They were there every night on the weekends, and for two weeks she’d spent all evening with him at the club every night it was open, seeing their friends, watching their friends go off to scene, and then talking with them again once their scenes were over. Even Jared scened with a newly-single submissive who had been feeling too insecure to scene with a new Dom until Patrick had intervened and set her and Jared up for the night. Lexie knew Patrick wasn’t match-making, he was just trying to do what was best for the sub, and it didn’t hurt if it got Jared out of the bad mood he was constantly in.
He’d been unusually brusque with everyone except Ellie, whom he provided aftercare for on a fairly regular basis. Lexie hadn’t known, until she started spending so much time at the club with Patrick, that Ellie rarely allowed any of the Doms she scened with to provide any aftercare for her. Either Jared was there for her, to cuddle and give her water, or she went without and took care of herself. Andrew was the only Dom who ever gave her aftercare after a scene, and when Lexie asked him, he said it was because he refused to scene with her unless she agreed to it. He was fairly certain the only reason she did agree was because she knew he wasn’t interested in a relationship and that he just didn’t want to give up his aftercare time.
Lexie could see the reasoning. Aftercare was, in some ways, much more emotionally intimate than a scene. Cutting away from a Dom after a scene, rather than allowing him to continue to care for her, sent a pretty clear signal that nothing more was going to happen.
There were all sorts of things Lexie was learning from watching people at the club. Ellie was probably the most interesting, because of her complicated relationships with the Doms. Not to mention the fact that whenever Master Michael was around, she was nowhere to be seen, but once he’d chosen a submissive to play with, Ellie would pop back up in the Lounge. Which, confused Lexie to no end, because she actually saw Ellie watching Master Michael a few times, and the emotion she saw on Ellie’s face could only be described as longing. Whereas Master Michael often watched Ellie’s scenes with a completely blank look on his face... and he watched a lot.
Watching Andrew made her want to kick him. He really was kind of a man whore, and even though he was clear and honest about his lack of interest in any kind of relationship - including his lack of interest in a club contract - some of the submissives he played with definitely had feelings for him. Feelings that were constantly getting hurt as he rotated through them. The only submissive he showed any preference for was Ellie, because she was so clearly on the same page as him, but it didn’t seem to bother him to scene with subs who obviously had feelings for him and then basically ignore them the next day. It was a side of him she didn’t really like. At all.
Mistress Lisa seemed to be interested in Freddy as more than just a club playmate. At least, that’s what Lexie thought. She hoped they got together, she knew Mistress Lisa could give him everything he needed, and he was such a sweetheart. He deserved a demanding Domme at whose feet he’d be happy to worship.
