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“Because he’s my friend, Toby. Surely you understand that. You can’t keep me to yourself.”
“Really? Because that would be super awesome.” I was only half joking.
“I don’t have those kinds of feelings for Nigel anymore.”
I gave him a look that let him know I wasn’t buying it.
“Are you telling me that if I wasn’t living here, wasn’t your boyfriend and so obviously amazing, that you wouldn’t jump that train in a second?”
He blinked, and a sly smile crept over his features. “Okay, fine. He is a beautiful man.”
I narrowed my eyes.
Alastair narrowed his eyes back. “Maybe you’d like to—? I mean, I’m sure he’d be into a threesome while he’s here.”
My eyes widened with shock, and Alastair dissolved into laughter.
“I’m kidding. I don’t want to share.”
I punched him lightly in the arm. “Shut up. I’m trying to go to sleep.”
“Want me to sing you a lullaby?”
“What the fuck do you think I am? A child?” I said, with disdain. Then I snuggled up closer and sighed. “Okay, sure.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Initiation
Alastair and I had another appointment in the Bordello at Maverick Molly’s on Friday. To say I was looking forward to it would be a massive understatement. He’d insisted on easing me gently into the world of kink, which I did understand and appreciate. But now that Beautiful Nigel had turned up, and Alastair had admitted that he and Nigel had got up to some pretty kinky shit, I wanted to experience something more than a little schoolboy play with a wooden ruler and over-the-lap spankings, as much as I did love them.
And since Alastair had started showing me very specific porn videos featuring a range of perverted things that he liked to do, to get my reaction, he must think that I was ready for it. I hoped I was ready, because I sure as hell wanted it, especially after watching all the delicious and mind-blowing porn. I also had a newfound respect for the range of Alastair’s desires and the straightforward way he was able to speak about them. When I’d remarked on it, Alastair had given me a sober look and stated that open communication was vitally important when it came to negotiating a kink scene. And I’d promptly vowed to stop giggling at the phrase ‘anal training’—mostly because the way he’d described it to me led me to believe there wouldn’t be anything funny about what he was planning to do to me, even though I swore that I’d trained my anus very well myself and had he discovered any issues so far?
He’d simply smiled with a gleam in his eye and moved onto the next item of discussion.
When I walked into the gaming parlor to get the key this time, Sebastian—the less discreet of the spouses—was manning the bar.
“Whoa, the Bordello again!” he said, super loud, so that everyone in the parlor looked over to see who was getting the key. Sebastian shook his head and waved his hand, and they turned back to their games.
“Sorry,” he said to me in a low voice. “Jacob keeps telling me not to shout. Sometimes I forget.”
“It’s fine. I don’t care who knows. They’re all fucking jealous, anyway.”
“Yes,” he said as he locked his gaze onto Alastair, who was wearing a pair of brown leather pants and had changed from his winter footwear into a pair of motorcycle boots that gave me a woody just looking at them. He had on a short black T-shirt that hugged his defined curves.
“Good evening, Mr. Kenney,” Sebastian said, gazing at Alastair with eyes that wished they were single for the evening.
“Good evening, Sebastian. How’s business?”
“Can’t complain. Well, yes I can, but not about that.”
I took the key and turned to Alastair. “Got it. Let’s go.”
“Hold on. Can I rent the Bordello for the next two Fridays?” Alastair asked, as my chin dropped. “Same timing.”
“Let me see,” Sebastian said, reaching under the counter and bringing out his iPad. He swiped and tapped, then smiled up at us. “Certainly. I’ll book you in.”
“The nexttwoFridays?” I said, with a tremor in my voice.
