Page 41 of Piece Us Together

“What about me?”

“Are you good as well?”

“Fine.”

Nolan saves us before I can sigh my damn head right off. He shuffles coasters with one hand before setting a water down for Maison and a lemonade for me. Then he hurries away and reappears with a lemonade for himself. He pauses when he sees the pillow by my feet. I can see the question in his face as he wonders if it’s accidentally there, as he wonders if it’s an order. There’s a scary amount of fear that suddenly passes over his expression. It’s like a gut punch.

“It’s your choice,” I tell him quickly, not wanting him to feel like he’s being tricked or tested. “Maison and I both agreed you can go wherever you’ll feel most comfortable.”

He checks with Maison to verify. Maison is a very good pretender. His smile is so wide and loving, I can barely even see the anxiety lingering in his eyes. I’m going to have to keep a close eye on that.

Nolan chooses the pillow, his cheeks flushing, his gaze on the floor. I immediately place a hand on his head to reward him for making a choice. He shivers, his shoulders softening. “Don’t forget to take drinks,” I remind him.

“Yes, sir.”

“Maison said the two of you have been good since our time together?”

“Yes, sir. Very good. Just—” He pauses, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.

I allow the pause for a few seconds before pressing. “Just?”

“Um—it was a little hard. A long time waiting.” He glances at Maison before ducking his head again. “I was kind of crawling out of my skin the last few days.”

Maison scoffs, but it’s a kind sort of scoff, closer to a fond laugh really. “He was crawling out of his skin by the end of the first week.”

“No,” Nolan argues, his cheeks getting darker. “I was…missing it by then, but I was perfectly fine.”

“Fair enough.” Maison puts his hands up, but his lips curve into a smirk that’s wicked and fucking dangerous. It makes my heart tick a little extra hard in my chest. “Didn’t I at least help a little?”

Nolan whimpers, shifting on his knees. I glance down to find a bulge at the front of his pants.

“How did you help?” I ask.

Now it’s Maison’s turn to blush and duck his head.

They are both very pretty when they blush.

“Just dirty talk,” Maison mumbles, shrugging. “Just—fueling his fantasies.”

My stomach swoops right out from under me, violent and harsh. “About you dominating him?”

“What? No.” Maison shakes his head, looking anywhere but at me. “No. Just—about—aboutyou.”

Oh.

Oh, fuck me.

Fuck me so hard.

I manage to croak a pathetic, “Okay.”

I catch the look they exchange before Nolan turns to meet my eyes, his own eyes wide with sudden panic. “Is that okay, sir? It just…happened. Is it okay if we do that?”

“Yes. Of course. It’s—that’s just fine.” I clear my throat.Get it together. Be a goddamn dom.“Can I ask how that happened?”

“Um. I guess I was thinking about you a lot. At first, it was just about submitting. Like kneeling and how good it felt to be your good boy and how badly I had missed that feeling—that flying feeling and that calm. And how different it was from…othertimes, and how good it was.” Nolan squirms but doesn’t look away from me. Brave boy. “But the more I thought about it, I started thinking about other stuff. Dirty stuff. And I didn’t hide it from Maison. That felt…wrong. I used to keep it a secret, what I wanted, wanting to submit and all that, I kept it from him because I felt ashamed. I didn’t want to do that again. So, I told him and he…he was okay with it.”

He looks over at Maison then, as if confirming.

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