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Why did I give him all those ideas?
They’d been driving for nearly thirty minutes, the countryside well behind them until they were smack-dab in the middle of the city with office and antique buildings alike staring at them from all sides.
“This brings back some memories,” said Clint, gazing longingly at a passing street. “I can’t count how many times I’ve been down this street.” He pointed at the corner of an old crumbling building. Inside, was one of the best-kept secrets in the city. “I stopped at that bakery almost every morning when I slept at home. They have the best pretzels known to man. Dip that in their specialty whipped cream cheese and yum.”
He licked his lips, his mouth watering at the memory of the taste.
“We can stop and get some,” said Scotland, already turning on his signal to pull over to the side of the road.
Clint shook his head. “On the way home. I’m not sure if I can eat right now.” It was a fancy way of saying he was nervous as all hell. He was back in kinky action, but the ball was solidly in Scotland’s court.
Scotland shifted his grip on the wheel, checking his blind spot before merging back into traffic. “You know you don’t have to be worried. You still have your safewords and all the power here.”
Clint scoffed. “Please. Me? Worried? There isn’t a kink out there that I haven’t tried.”
How many times had he said that lately? Sure, he had a tally that he’d subconsciously kept, but most of that had been with one man. Scotland was nothing like Ross.
“You can’t love them all,” said Scotland, sending him a soft smile. “And if you did, I’d be worried.”
“I didn’t say I loved them all.” There were a few he decidedly hated…like needle play, which just brought back memories of his nursing days with grown men screaming at him when it took more than two seconds to find a vein for a blood draw. No thank you.
“I’m nervous, I guess…excited. I haven’t been excited like this for a long time.” Clint looked out of the window in time to catch sight of an adult store on a street corner. The place didn’t look like much, but it was another gem. And it probably would have gone out of business without Unkinked’s support. He still made sure to order his weekly supplies from them.
“So, what are we doing?” asked Clint, bouncing his leg up and down as Scotland turned down another street. “Streaking? Oh, a little romp in the park? Or maybe some action in a movie theater?”
Streaking was probably in his top ten, but he had to do it somewhere safe and controlled like the club where he wasn’t going to accidentally stumble upon someone underage.
“Nope.”
He slumped his shoulders before scratching at the inside of his wrist. “Are you going to tell me?”
Secrets were fun, but the way Scotland did them always seemed to give him a heart attack. He was never going to forget how unprepared he had been to see Izzy and Rowes like that.
“We’re going to a gym. I have a membership at one of the bigger places in town here. They’ve got a boxing ring that I thought you might want to try out.” Scotland sent him a smirk. “You can’t believe that I got these arms just from chopping wood.”
Scotland flexed, and Clint had to fight to keep from drooling. That may have been exactly what he’d thought. He’d spent far too much time picturing Scotland chopping wood with no shirt on, his tattoos rippling with each strike. He’d even considered starting a fire on his own just to see Scotland rush over and split some extra logs.
“Is it kinky boxing?” That was a great idea. Maddy would love it. Even better would be boxing while covered in lube and armed with a few toys. The first one to get stuffed would lose. “Hold that thought. I have to send Maddy a text.”
He dug out his phone, powering it up. He ignored the few notifications before sending the idea off to Maddy and powering it down again.
* * * *
The place was fancy as all hell, with more machines than Clint could easily count and mirrors on every wall. It was packed with people in way better shape than him and a few others he could see himself bonding with. Anyone who wanted to better themselves with exercise was someone worth talking to.
He glanced at his belly, which wasn’t as flat as it had once been. He still made sure to keep in shape, but there were only so many hours in a day. Not having the bar anymore had helped. Even a single beer per night could pack on the calories, which he certainly didn’t burn while bent over paperwork.
“This place makes my dumbbells and yoga mat look very softcore.” He watched a few videos online every once in a while, following along to keep himself limber. And on quiet days at the club, he set an hour or two aside for lifting. It had been a lot easier lately with Maddy looking after things.
“This is nothing,” said Scotland, raising one brow. We’re headed to the basement. Once we’re down there, you call me ‘Sir’.”
Clint swallowed, his throat clicking as a bolt of heat went straight through him. How did Scotland always seem to know what he wanted three steps ahead of Clint himself? Public scenes were his absolute favorite. There was something so dirty about being himself in public, with others none the wiser. There was also a thin line that couldn’t be crossed.
Scotland will know that, right?
Clint tucked himself one pace behind Scotland, falling into his submission with a sigh. It was getting easier to go there, with his mind quiet and his thoughts focused on Scotland. There was no need to worry about himself or how he looked. Scotland would let him know if there was an issue.
He still couldn’t believe he actually trusted the guy. Scotland had pestered him for so long, and Clint had kept that wall built high with the sturdiest bricks available. Bricks erode, too.
